“Grief” (for felix)
Send “Grief” for a drabble about my muse grieving when yours has died.
Have a Wish!Pan (need to add more to that guy D: )
Peter had gotten free from his painful prison. He had buried each and every Lost Boy that fell trying to storm Rumpelstiltskin’s castle and save him. His eyes watched the freshly covered graves on Neverland, covered in dirt. The few boys that had stayed behind had left their returned king alone to mourn.
Green, broken eyes fell upon Felix’s grave. His heart ached at the other the most. He wanted Felix to be alive so he could snap and yell at him for doing something so foolish against his orders. How he wanted to threaten to banish him knowing he would never. “I told you to leave me be.. I begged you to leave and not return. Why of all times did you not listen? I told you of Rumple, told you what he’d do.. Why didn’t you listen?” He whispered the questions that he possibly knew the answers to.
Rumple had killed them all, Felix’s death was slow, the monster made Pan watch the boy die, every pained scream. Pan’s screams of pleas.. Felix and Wendy.. he didn’t know what broke him. Both? His son made sure that Pan would suffer. He finally broke down. “I must look pathetic now.. not like the boy king you knew.” He cried, letting his heart ache, letting himself feel, and cry. The realms seemed to notice the grief in the wind.
