#asklostboyfelix

I actually prefer lixpan that’s hell of a lot sexier to me. *winks*

     LixPan . . . What the hell is --- . . .  OH. 

𝓐𝓼𝓴𝓛𝓸𝓼𝓽𝓑𝓸𝔂𝓕𝓮𝓵𝓲𝔁  𝓘𝓷𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓭:

Bring me back a taco, would you? I'm curious if they're as good as they're boasted to be.

     Felix. I adore you. . .  but what the FUCK is a taco? Where have you even HEARD of such a thing with such a stupid name?

f e l i x:

I know that…but I wish those gray-faces would let the fuck up. I’m getting tired of being constantly reminded that you had a wife. It’s hard enough having to live with it let alone hearing you speak about the family you once had.  

low-hanging fruits? Oh the cleverness of you. Also, I don’t care for caramel either…too sticky.

     Loving Felix… 

     Loving Felix is blue. Cool, like the ocean that surrounds the shores of Neverland. Gentle and soft in motions of patterns that are always the same. The beating of hearts in time with the waves against the shores. The color of his eyes, the same that look at me with adoration and love unlike anyone has ever looked at me in my life. Relaxing, peaceful. It is a calming presence in my life of chaos and betrayal. The touch of his rough fingertips against my cold skin while I sleep on the furs next to him.  It’s melancholy as thoughts of us ending slither their way into my mind because there has yet to be a good thing in my life not end. It is easy and natural, but soothing…

     Loving Felix is red. Passionate, hot. It’s warm in all the right places and all the right ways. It’s fighting in the dead of night for our hearts to hear one another whether near or far. It is touches so tender and while sharing a kiss so deep that the fire that watches can hardly look away. It’s heated devotion to the one we love without having to say it to anyone’s ears beyond our own. It’s desire painted clear across our faces from a simple glance or flick of the tongue. It’s lust, it’s longing for someone that longs you just as hard without there being any way of release except for by use of the body. It’s intense: physically, mentally, and emotionally.  It’s violent, angry… It’s strong enough to bring one to their knees while being held in the arms of the person that holds their heart … 

     Loving Felix is purple. It’s fluid… A combination of red and blue to create a color combination that the world is envious of. It is the stability of blue with the fierceness of red. It is cool to the touch but hot underneath, a sensation that can be felt when one puts their hand on my chest or on his. It is a dream come true in a world that floods our minds with nothing but nightmares and horrors. It is peace when there is a chaos that surrounds us both… It is a love unlike any other, one that many would fear would cloud judgments all because of how attached we are to one another. 

     Loving Felix… Is something I’d stop breathing for if it were to suddenly end. 

    Who says I can’t keep my promises? DAMN WHOEVER GOT IN YOUR HEAD. This is me talking. What this comes down to is trust. Do you actually trust those assholes who have no idea what you and I have or what we’ve been through that has brought us here together? Was it all for nothing? Does that mean nothing to you all of a sudden just because some fool says it means nothing?

   I take you, Peter. I take ALL of you, the good with the bad till death do us part. The ONLY person who could EVER come between what you and I have is you. You don’t think I sit and wonder how someone like you could ever feel for someone like me? I’M BENEATH YOU. You could have anyone you desire and yet you choose me. We’ve been through so much together, I dare say we’ve grown into each other. To lose you would be like losing a part of myself. I would NOT SURVIVE IT if you turn on me now.  

     Felix was right. DAMN ANYONE who had gotten into his head to make him doubt the loyalty of the only Lost Boy that matters to him. Peter was tearing himself apart mentally because of what the stupid little bird had said. He could feel his hands trembling by his sides, he was certain Felix could see it too. “Nothing you have said or done has ever meant nothing. Nothing that you say or do DOES mean nothing. You don’t mean nothing. . .”

     Then there was a silence that fell over Peter, one brought on by his heart not fully understanding what exactly it was feeling.  Was this what it was like to actually be loved in return by the one that you also love? This feeling of. . . Weight and pain . . . yet, at the same time, there was a feeling of freedom? Felix was wrong in one regard-- what would end up tearing the two of them apart. Nothing was more dangerous to the King who had destroyed so many things than his own mind that would destroy him first. “You won’t lose what we have, Felix. . . I won’t let you lose what we have together. I may be cruel, but that’s torture I could NEVER put you through.  You ask how I could choose you?” Emerald hues rose to find the ocean ones that held his world together. “You- . . . You can’t ask me that question and expect the answer to be brief. You are BENEATH me by title but not BENEATH me by heart. In my eyes, you ARE my equal.” There were tears that lined the emerald hues of the broken Lost Boy. They had yet to break through completely and he’d be dammed if they did. “You have been mine for over half a century and I yours. . . Whoever tries to take that away can go STRAIGHT TO HELL!” 

     . . .And, just like that, those tears began to fall one. . . by . . . one as the burning sensation began to surge through his chest. He couldn’t breathe, the rage in him that he had just released melted away to reveal the fear the King of Neverland felt over losing his Lost One. . .  His eyes drifted upward to search Felix’s for the answers he was craving.  . . But would Felix have them? “. . . Take me, Felix. . .” he whispered. 

     Peter looked at his Lionheart as he leaned against the nearby tree. His dagger fiddled between his fingers as he chewed on his bottom lip “I am . . . In need of something FUN to do. I did my recruitments the other night and don’t feel like venturing beyond my island. What do you suggest?”