wendy darling.
❝ ˛✦ ⊰ HEARING THE BUZZER indicate that she was welcomed – invited, even – upstairs, made a smile grow wide on wendy’s features and without a single hesitation, the brunette rushed through the door before starting her climb to the right floor. and as if her smile hadn’t been wide enough yet, as soon as her eyes fell upon the most handsome, adorable, mysterious and lovely lost boy of all standing right there in his doorway – awaiting her – wendy felt as if her heart skipped not one, not two, but a billion beats. “ hey. “, she replied after he’d greeted her, her smile never once fading – not even a tiny bit. when he welcomed her, wendy nodded once, her eyes twinkling with excitement. “ thanks. “, she said cheerily as she entered the place he called his own – a place she’d so often wondered about. when he bowed down, wendy couldn’t help but giggle as a ‘ silly ‘ fell from her lips, however her attention was soon completely captivated by the loft. there were so many little things to discover, and the young woman honestly didn’t know where to look first.
" i reckon it’s quite enough. “, the brunette replied kindly as she looked around. “ it’s cute, peter. i love it. it seems so… cozy. “, or maybe it was the thought of it being his that made it absolutely perfect to her. it even seemed pretty c l e a n, something the girl surely had not expected. it was a secret to no one that the guy was a little negligent. would he have cleaned up a little for her ? the mere thought made wendy smile, shaking her head nearly invisibly. would peter pan truly clean up for anyone ? probably not even for the queen of england – e s p e c i a l l y not for her, because she wasn’t only an adult, she was an old one who had a l o t of authority. looking over her shoulder when peter suddenly called out he’d forgotten all about her jacket, wendy smiled and nodded. “ right. “, she mumbled as she quickly shrugged off her scarf and jacket ( she had completely forgotten about those still being on, honestly ). turning around on her heels when he asked her whether she wanted to look around, wendy faced him and smiled, nodding eagerly. “ yes, i’d love to. i feel like there are so many little things to discover… “, she replied.
“ are you going to give me a tiny tour ? “, wendy then asked, her face lighting up. granted, there wasn’t that much space to be shown to her, but there was nothing the eldest darling would enjoy more than have peter pan tell her all about his little home and all the things it contained – and w h y they made this place home to him, in the first place.
What a question that was !! a smile immediately spread across peter’s lips at the prospect of giving her a tour, his heart jumping with the childish joy of being reminded of the time he first showed her something — introduced her to the lost boys and the hangman’s tree, showed her the map written in the stars and told her eons about neverland. " of course, i will !! “ and his hand reached for hers, fingers intertwining in a reflexive manner and with new enthusiasm ( as though he had needed any more ) he skipped his way further into his own place, gesturing to the small unimportant room in the back with the lame description that it was no more than a simple bathroom – the window not even tall enough to walk through; a tragic kind of window – then turning to lead her into the other individual room.
“ That’s the kitchen i don’t use, ” he explained with a nothing but sceptical look, his fingers running over the counter top which although it might look like it, certainly did not feel as though it had never been used before. “ actually, tink uses it, ” he corrected himself, brows furrowing even deeper as he realised it contained at least some of the mess his best friend was so very well known for, spilling quite literally out of one of the drawers. one of his few chairs, tall except for one shorter leg, was standing in front of the coffee machine as the throne his best friend sat or balanced upon in the mornings with a bitter expression, scowling at the never fast enough coffee machine. “ she fixed one of my pots after cubby burned a hole in it. — did you know you can burn holes into pots? didn’t know you could fix them either. ” not that he cared that much about whether or not you could. “ you should not let cubby make food, by the way. ever. “ peter, although smiling, gave her a rather serious look – meaning it, knowing of the chaos his friend had left behind – and then, with a shrug, he pulled wendy along with him to the main room, a combination of both living room and bedroom.
The dining table ought to be considered large for a boy who lived by himself, long and wide and round, and surrounded by exactly three chairs — three because he had heard an adult say, it was an odd number, always either one too much or a few too little. one in particular seemed to be more comfortable than the others with pillows and a blanket which had clearly remained untouched by peter’s attempt of cleaning. “ that’s slightly’s place, “ the leader of the lost boys explained as if the maps, the pens, even the droplets of ink scattered all across the table and yet aimed towards that very chair were not indication enough that the other lost boy seemed to reside often here or rather even more often than the others. “ he likes the quiet, says it helps him to concentrate. “ and the shrug of peter’s shoulders spoke worlds about how little he understood his friends reasoning for all the times his own apartment fell silent, he felt not lonely, not sad, but shiftless. the exploring of the own mind, as slightly did it each time he drew a new map, it wasn’t the type of adventure peter pan wanted to have.
“ That’s the lost boys’ treasure chest !! “ peter was quick to switch the topic, gesturing towards one of the pirate-esque chests, a smile stretching even wider across his lips. “ remember all the stories about successful adventures? “ he looked at wendy, eyes shining not necessarily with pride for himself ( although, as everyone knew, he had loads of it ) but for his boys and the many pirates they slayed. “ everything’s in there !! the twins used to carry it around with them, because, well, they’re always together and it’s gotten quite heavy over the years, but now it’s here. “ which wasn’t perhaps the safest place considering how often the apartment owner wasn’t here, but then again who really wanted to steal from a ragtag group of boys and what they called treasure? it could be considered trash for everyone who did not believe in adventures and pirates and the treasure that was spending time with your friends. “ i’m actually thinking about giving it to john, “ peter mused, “ what do you think? “ john’s very own pirate treasure to defend, that sure had a ring to it, didn’t it?
“ Oh wait !! “ peter reached for one of the other chairs, carrying it quickly towards the ever open window and angling it just so that it was the perfect steps of stairs onto the small niche he’d re-functioned outside, turning into a star-gazer’s ultimate dream of cozy comfort and the perfect view. “ come here, you’ve to take a look outside !! “













