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Nestled comfortably within a bush they watched Nin with an innocent fascination, eyes wide and mouth agape. Recently they began to seek out this mermaid, preferring her jumps and dives over the others- or perhaps because she was the only one yet to spot him. When she crashed into the water with an unmatched nimbleness but did not surface to do so again an itch in the back of Sawyer’s brain caught their attention. The longer Nin stayed under water the more incessant the itch became until it was an all consuming rash of anxiety.

They were quick to their feet, shedding leaves all around them as they dashed to the water. There was no hesitation as they dove down and squinted against the burn ungracefully making their way to one of the rocks. Though, Sawyer had never been known to be a good swimmer and he’d venture to say he didn’t know how to swim at all, so after he donkey kicked the rock a sudden panic set in. He clawed desperately at the water, unable to move fast enough to quell the fear. As they pulled themselves onto the bank they gasped for air as their body trembled against the earth. Barely, they managed a “Are you okay?”

Uncomfortably, she shuffled a bit, looking out at the water which she instantly missed, though the tip of her tail was still there. How do the legged folk live like this? All drying off, with the sand sticking to them. Frowning, she turns to her saviour.

"It's you, then?" She asks sharply, tilting her head. "I've seen you before."

Open to: Anyone! Time: Night Location: Small cave on the side of some hill... Yeah

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As nightfall sweeps a blanket of stars over Neverland, most of the boys bundle up in their respective places in the tree. However, very rarely does Bones go to sleep with the others. Some of the boys joke about how Bones seems nocturnal, others must wonder if they sleep at all with how they seem absent at night and busy during the day. It's of no mind to them, though. If anything, they follow along with it all if it means getting a giggle out of someone.

A thin blanket made of patches of animal furs crudely stitched together drapes their shoulders as they walk in the soft breeze, silhouette barely lit the small torch they carry. The gentle sounds of the night soothe them - crickets chirping, lightly rustling leaves, the distant sound of waves crashing against the shoreline, and the dirt crunching beneath their feet.

They had followed this same path for quite a few nights now, it was becoming one of their favourite spots, though that title would always belong to the graveyard. Twin trees tilting right, a stack of rocks with one fallen to the north... All sorts of little things they remembered that lead to here, a small opening on the side of a hill. Pushing aside some vine, they crawl through a tight passage. It gradually opens up to reveal a small water hole. At night, the bioluminescent fauna light up the water, casting the patterns of the swaying water onto the rocky surroundings.

Bones lets out a long sigh as they seat themselves on the edge between stone and water, sliding off their boots to cast their toes into the water. It's cold, bites at their toes, but it makes them feel alive. As their movement creates ripples, the reflections become a show of mystical waves, almost hypnotic.

Wrapping the blanket around themselves a little tighter, Bones watches the stone ceiling, a light musical hum rising out of them. They're not sure where this melody came from... Leading them to believe it must be from their time in the other place. What does it mean that it has stuck with them? They don't remember any lyrics, just the tune. Their soft voice echoes through the cave, into the stone itself, reciting it back to them almost in a harmony. Their brows crease as their voice picks up a little, driven by emotion - forlorn, yearning.

The song always ends the same. It fades out, unfinished. They've never been able to remember how it ends, and they're quite sure they never will.

In their crooning, they failed to detect their audience...

She wondered until she realised that it came from... above. She's never been here before, this small alcove past a tunnel, with a small patch of surface water over her. It seemed to be glowing, like it was daylight up there, but it wasn't.

Was she feeling bold? Who was it? One of those pirates, or perhaps a lost boy? What should she do?

She looks over her shoulder, and then wiggles up a bit, poking just the top of her head out from the water. What manner of beast might she find? Honestly, it's a bit hard to see at first, but the figure becomes clear in her view shortly. She watches them, wondering if they're likely to see her.

She opens her mouth to speak, but the fear gets the better of her. She shifts a bit closer, resting a dainty hand on the harsh stone beside her.

“Be brave. Live. For me.”

“I love you. I don’t know if I trust you.“

“Gee, can you vague that up for me?“

“Without passion, we’d truly be dead.“

“God! What is your childhood trauma?“

“You’re not special. You’re extraordinary.”

“Alright, yeah, fine. You’re a nummy treat.“

“The hardest thing in this world… is to live in it.“

“Power. I have it. They don’t. This bothers them.“

“It looks quiet down there. It’s not. It’s deafening.”

“We do not joke about eating people in this house!“

“I’m the thing that monsters have nightmares about.“

“If you want to kill the world, well, then start with me.”

“Can we just skip it? Can you just be kissing me now?“

“But, if you’re too much of a coward for that, then burn.”

“No one asks for their life to change, not really, but it does.“

“You’re really campaigning for bitch of the year, aren’t you?”

“I laugh in the face of danger. Then I hide until it goes away.“

“I’ve seen honest faces… they usually come attached to liars.”

“I may be love’s bitch, but at least I’m man enough to admit it.”

“I think I was in heaven. And now I’m not. I was torn out of there.”

“This is the crack team that foils my every plan? I am deeply shamed.“

“I may be dead, but I’m still pretty. Which is more than I can say for you.“

“I’ve seen things you couldn’t imagine, and done things I prefer you didn’t.“

“You think you know who you are, what’s to come… you haven’t even begun.”

“You’re not friends. You’ll never be friends. You’ll be in love ’til it kills you both.“

“Love isn’t brains, children, it’s blood… blood screaming inside you to work it’s will.”

“Strong is fighting. It’s hard, and it’s painful, and it’s every day… and it’s what we have to do.”

“I’m standing on the mouth of hell, and it is going to swallow me whole… and it’ll choke on me.”

“Every single person down there is ignoring your pain, because they’re too busy with their own.”

“Everything here is hard, and bright, and violent. Everything I feel, everything I touch… This is hell.”

“It is always different! It’s always complicated. And at some point, someone has to draw the line and that is always going to be me!“

“I’ve seen your kindness, and your strength. I’ve seen the best and the worst of you, and I  understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are.”

“There’s just a body, and I don’t understand why she just can’t get back in it and not be dead…anymore! It’s stupid! It’s mortal and stupid!”

“When I say I love you, it’s not because I want you, or because I can’t have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are. What you do. How you try.“

a scowl was tossed back at the young mermaid, her words holding more truth than he refused to accept. even a nymph as fresh and new as herself could easily pose a threat to marlowe, who battled each day to maintain even the smallest fragment of power that was wielded so naturally by the rest of his kind.

marlowe skulked back, flicking his tail in annoyance. nin, in spite of her relatively short time in neverland, was still considered an outsider in his mind—a foreign friend who’d ventured there by some miracle ( or mistake ). he forced his grimace upwards into a mock grin, slithering closer.     “ now, now ! watch what you say. it’s far easier to make enemies than it is friends. “     his fingers lightly tugged at her ebony tresses, swimming circles around her like a snake coiling its prey. but only for a moment. just as quickly, he sidled away into the shadows once more.     “ and i have the greatest friend of all. how unimpressed ianthe would be by a bitter-mouthed, bickering child like yourself. “

Marlowe is just rude. She doesn't know what his problem is, but she's not going to let it be her problem too. Why does he need to be like this? He has no excuse.

"Watch yourself. I'm not so easy to mess with," her works are meek and quiet. Even she doesn't believe herself. If she's lucky, he was already too far away to even hear.

❛ What’s the matter? You don’t think you deserve to be saved? ❜

❛ You should show me some respect. I dragged you out of hell. I can throw you back in. ❜

❛ Destiny can’t be changed. All roads lead to the same destination. ❜

❛ I have questions. I have doubts. I don’t know what is right and what is wrong anymore. ❜

❛ The only reason you’re still alive is because you’ve been useful. But the moment that ceases to be true, the second you become more trouble than you’re worth, one word, one, and I will turn you to dust. ❜

❛ Who do I have to kill to get some French fries around here? ❜

❛ How I feel, this… inside me, I wish I couldn’t feel anything. I wish I couldn’t feel a damn thing. ❜

❛ We’re all scared. That’s the big secret… We’re all scared. ❜

❛ If you think you have good intentions, think again. ❜

❛ It’s not blame that falls on you. It’s fate. ❜

❛ I’m tired of burying friends. ❜

❛ You ask me to open that door and walk through it…? You will not like what walks back out. ❜

❛ I’m sorry. This is a very serious, very emotional situation for you. I shouldn’t laugh. It’s just that, I mean, are they serious? They sent you to torture me? ❜

❛ Oh, you’ll spill your guts, one way or the other. I just didn’t want to ruin my shoes. ❜

❛ Most folks live and die without moving anything more than the dirt it takes to bury them. You get to change things. Save people. ❜

❛ I can’t see your face, but those are definitely your brooding and pensive shoulders. ❜

❛ You promised me my family would be okay! You promised you were gonna take care of them! ❜

❛ I gave you everything you asked me to give. I gave you more. This is the thanks I get? This is what you do? ❜

❛ Now for the punch line. Everybody dies. ❜

❛ Now I’m asking you, for once, trust me. ❜

❛ Maybe you’re right. Maybe there’s, no escape. After all, how can you run from what’s inside you? ❜

❛ You don’t know me. You never did. And you never will. ❜

❛ Well, boo hoo! I am so sorry your feelings are hurt, princess! ❜

❛ Are you under the impression that family’s supposed to make you feel good, make you an apple pie, maybe? They’re supposed to make you miserable! That’s why they’re family! ❜

❛ We’ve been through much together, you and I. And I just wanted… to say, I’m sorry it ended like this. ❜

❛ What is so worth saving? I see nothing but pain here! ❜

❛ No more crap about being a good soldier, there is a right and there is a wrong here, and you know it! ❜

❛ If there is anything worth dying for, this is it. ❜

❛ Well, can’t make an omelet without cracking a few eggs. In this case, truckloads of eggs, but you get the picture. ❜

❛ Oh God. Is that a molar? I have a molar in my hair? This has been a really stressful day. ❜

❛ I’ve got no idea, but what I do have is a GED and a give-em hell attitude, and I’ll figure it out. ❜

❛ I’m hunted, I rebelled, and I did it, all of it, for you, and you failed. ❜

❛ I lost everything… for nothing. ❜

❛ You feel bad now? Wait ‘till you’re thigh-deep in warm corpses. ‘Cause my friend, I’m just getting started. ❜

❛ We’ve talked about this. Personal space? ❜

❛ I was dead from the moment we said hello. ❜

❛ Don’t you get it? You can’t run from yourself. ❜

❛ Same song, different verse. Things are never gonna change with you. Ever. ❜

❛ My heart breaks for you. The weight on your shoulders, what you’ve done, what you still have to do. It is more than anyone could bear. ❜

❛ You’re not fooling me, you know that? With this sympathy for the Devil crap? I know what you are. ❜

❛ Whatever you do, you will always end up here. No matter what choices you make, whatever details you alter, we will always end up…here. ❜

❛ Maybe we are each other’s Achilles’ Heel. Maybe they’ll find a way to use us against each other, I don’t know. I just know we’re all we’ve got. ❜

❛ You can do the right thing. You’ve got choices. But if you make the wrong ones, it’ll haunt you for the rest of your life. ❜

❛ I have to believe someone can make the right choice, even if I couldn’t. ❜

❛ You know, I’m starting to get why parents lie to their kids. You want them to believe that the worst thing out there is mixing Pop Rocks and Coke - protect them from the real evil. You want them going to bed feeling safe. If that means lying to them, so be it. ❜

❛ I wish this were a TV show. Easy answers, endings wrapped up in a bow. But this is real. And it’s gonna end bloody for all of us. That’s just how it’s gotta be. ❜

❛ Now listen very closely. Here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re gonna suck it up, accept your responsibilities, and play the roles that destiny has chosen for you! ❜

❛ Are you giving me the ‘Last Night on Earth’ speech? ❜

❛ What a peculiar thing you are. ❜

❛ I still love him. But I am going to kill him because it is right and I have to. ❜

❛ Think of the million random choices that you make, and yet how each and every one of them brings you closer to your destiny. Do you know why that is? Because it’s not random. It’s not chance. It’s a plan that is playing itself out perfectly. Free will’s an illusion. ❜

❛ I can see how broken you are, how defeated; you can’t win and you know it, but you just keep fighting, just keep going through the motions. You’re not hungry, because inside, you’re already dead. ❜

❛ We’re supposed to be a team, it’s supposed to be you and me against the world, right? ❜

❛ Not for nothing, but the last person who looked at me like that… I got laid. ❜

❛ Well, we’re working on the power of love. ❜

❛ I love you, but you are a great big bag of dicks. ❜

❛ No one gives us the right. We take it. ❜

❛ If anyone gets to end this world, it’s me. ❜

❛ Before we get down to brass tacks, some ground rules: No slaughtering each other, curb your wrath. Oh, and keep your hands off the local virgins. We’re trying to keep a low profile here. ❜

❛ Get the hell off my property before I blast you so full of rock salt, you crap margaritas. ❜

❛ I don’t understand your definition of good news. ❜

❛ You are not the burnt and broken shell of a man that I believed you to be. ❜

❛ You have an inflated sense of your importance. ❜

❛ To a thing like me, a thing like you, well… Think how you’d feel if a bacterium sat at your table and started to get snarky. ❜

❛ I’m old. Very old. So, I invite you to contemplate how insignificant I find you. ❜

❛ However you feel now, it’s only gonna get so very, very much worse… questions? ❜

❛ I suggest we imbibe copious quantities of alcohol. ❜

❛ You’re not a kid anymore, and I can’t keep treating you like one. Maybe I gotta grow up a little, too. ❜

❛ Come on, I’ve never lied to you, you could at least pay me the same respect. ❜

❛ We’re going to kill each other. And for what? We don’t even know the answer. Let’s just walk off the chessboard. ❜

For one week, beginning the day you reblog this post to your character’s blog, any anonymous questions you receive that are directed at your muse must be answered honestly. There is no time limit to when these asks must be answered, but if they were received within the one week window, then they must be honestly answered. You can do this in-character or out-of-character as long as the answer is truthful. This is an exciting way for the rest of the group to peer inside the mind of your muse and it makes for some great reflection and character development for you! 

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