#c:peter3

“Gwanpapa! Gwanpapa!” Little Baelfire called, tears lining his eyes as he waddled through the lush forest of Neverland. He stumbled over rocks and twigs until he crashed into Peter’s leg and held on tight as could be. “Gwanpapa! I gots a boo boo!” the little bean of curls pouted against his grandfather’s leg, “I founded a wock and it was pwetty an’ I wan’ed to get it an I twied an’ then I fell an’ now my knee hurts...” Crocodile tears slid down pale cheeks as his small hands clutched onto Peter leg tighter. 

{ @thelostpan }

“Grampy!” the little brunette beamed as he crawled onto his grandfather’s cot and crawled onto his tummy, “Grampy! Grampy!” The little boy called,, plopping his small bottom down on his grandfather’s stomach. He was always up before the sun and when the sun was up that mean that he himself had plenty of energy to spend on whatever he pleased. “Grampy it’s mornin’! Mornin’ means we get to play in the sun!” The small brunette pokes his granfather’s nose like it was an on switch, continuing to bounce up and down on his grandfather’s tummy, “Grampy! Wakey up! Wakey up!”