#askthedarlingbird

As if we’d ever be friends, I’d rather spend time with that alcoholic pirate thsn you

I'm unhappy to see almost all lost boys.

Almost all lost boys? From that I'd say you're happy to see me.

I just feel a small little spark of compassion for you and Felix occasionally.

    Clearly, you do care Wendy. Or, you else wouldn’t have said anything back. 

That was the woman who took care of me and loved me up until this point, and now she’s dead without knowing how much I loved her too.

     And WHAT exactly do you want me to do about it, Wendy? Go back in time and make it so that she’s alive again? I CAN’T. Even if I could, by the time you get out she’d be dead all over again. So, therefore, you’re going to have to get over it. 

     Carefully, Peter lowered Wendy’s cage down to the soil. He dare not let it crash down. . . Sometimes, he cared for the Bird beyond that she was just a prize for her brothers. SOMETIMES. Once she was down completely, he took the key ring off of his leather belt, knelt down in front of her cage so that his emerald eyes met her sky blue ones, opened the wooden cage, then held his hand out to her. “. . . C’mon, Wendy.”

She’s sharp-tongued and sweet, her intelligence surprises me every time, and she makes me feel so happy and a bit dizzy.

And Wendy is blue, everything about her is so blue but not in a depressing way, it shines so brightly from her.

Her smile beats anything Neverland could ever offer me and I would move heaven and earth to see it again, I’d smash that cage into pieces to see it up close.

Well that depends on what you plan to do once I’m out.

It’s time for you to eat. If you’d rather I leave and take this stew away with me I would be only too happy to oblige you.