#bae threads

[ honesty hour // accepting ]

  He knew he was here, it wasn’t difficult to find out who was in Washington when all he could do was walk around. Baelfire knew nothing of this town, only knew subtle comparisons to the land he left in order to protect his family. He wasn’t even sure if this was the Land Without Magic, he just knew it wasn’t Neverland. 

  There were few things Bae was sure of. One was that he no longer had parents, both having abandoned him. He downright refused to acknowledge the scaly man as his father and his mother left for that pathetic pirate. The other was that he’d run into the dark one, and even possibly Hook, eventually. He knew the best option was to make it happen instead of waiting for the inevitable. 

  The boy, now turned into a rough man with anger bubbling in his heart, had followed the elder man for a few blocks, attempting to make it appear that he was merely walking with no true intention of following. All an attempt to build up the courage. To merely speak, to glare, to let daggers shoot off his tongue. 

  So he did.