#askpeterpan

    His face burned and throbbed where the jagged edge of a liquor bottle had cut into him then sliced down his face almost catching his eye in the process. He left his father lying a pool of blood after he had managed to fight the bottle out of his hand and then wrestle him down to the floor and BEAT him with his fists till he wasn’t moving anymore. Maybe he was dead, maybe he wasn’t, but one thing for certain he wouldn’t stay there to find out. Thankfully his little brother and sister were not there to be a part of or witness what had happened. They were staying the night at a relative's house. He’d come back for them when he knew it was safe to return. 

     He staggered clumsily out of the house with his hand pressed to his face where the gash was bleeding out through the cracks of his fingers. He was already beginning to feel weak from the loss of blood and the excruciating pain that wracked through his body where he had been beaten repeatedly by a metal rode. He could barely run but he hobbled along at a fast pace, stumbling a few times till he managed to make it to the shelter of the woods. He wasn’t paying much attention when suddenly he SLAMMED into something in the dark. “Fuck!” He cried out, as he was thrown backward. He landed flat on his back, coughing and sputtering as the breath was knocked out of him. Afterward, he lay there dazed and confused, that was until the tears finally came and he lay there sobbing uncontrollably on the ground unaware that he wasn’t alone.

What the hell are you talking about... a demon in a boy’s body? 

    Felix didn’t stop but went straightway to his hut. He wasted no time readying himself for bed as he was instructed to. Sleep was the last thing on his mind as he lay there, agonizing about what had happened and not having a clear understanding of what exactly he had done wrong. He had made a friend, and the boy was interesting to talk to and that’s it. It had to have been something he said to make Peter believe that there something more going on and now there was a boy who was going to be put to death because of him. 

    The games they played were innocent. Felix wondered had Peter’s jealousy moved past the point where he was not even permitted to make new friends? He probably should have given his name up first thing, but it was just a harmless little game he was playing. He would have eventually told him.  

    It was almost dawn when he was stirred by the sound of footsteps just outside the entrance getting louder with each step. “P-Peter...is that you?” Felix stuttered out nervously, pulling himself up a little as his eyes watched the door. He had no idea what to expect but if it was a punishment the boy had in mind for him, he would willingly take his medicine if that would appease his wrath and make him not mad at him anymore. He would do ANYTHING to make this right.  

You -… You don’t have to worry about that, Felix… ‘Till death do us part, remember? Peter Pan never fails… And he never goes back on his word. You have nothing to fear, my Lionheart, for as long as I am breathing we will be one.

I know that it’s just...I’ve been having these dreams. I’m sure it’s probably nothing but they seem so real sometimes that I can’t help but wonder. 

We aren’t ‘dating’, we’re together.There’s a difference. I don’t have a least favourite part. He’s perfect, I wouldn’t change a thing about him or this bond that we share.