#cagedove

SHE’S TIRED,   AND SHE KNOWS WENDY IS TOO.     but they can’t stop,   not now.     she knows   ( they both know )   that this is their only chance of´getting away from the orphanage and its tenants who took more than they gave.     if they go back,   they’ll be stuck in that little town,   working in the fish factory,   reduced to nothing more than the two poor orphans who tried to escape,   but couldn’t.     anya doesn’t want that          not for herself,   and certainly not for wendy.     they both deserve better.

but she fights on,   forcing tired legs to take one step more,   then another,   and then yet another.     snow begins to descend around them,   and anya instinctively pulls her coat tighter around her frail body.     it’s been days since they last had a real meal,   but she knows that just over the hill in front of them,   there’s a dozen soup kitchens waiting for them.

❝   look wendy !     just a little further now !   ❞     her voice is laced with excitement,   freezing body suddenly warm and overcome with joy.     all the waiting,   hard work and the long journey had been worth it.     if only comrade phlegmenkoff could see them now !

london was bustling with life in a way dublin could only hope to achieve one day, and this combined with the newness and unfamiliarity of everything had forced izabela to step out for a moment - alone for the first time since she left the old apartment in dublin. she breathed in the crisp air, soaked in the sun while it was still out and walked around kensington gardens before plotting down on a bench. she hadn’t seen the stranger already sitting there, too wrapped up in her own mind to notice, and cast her a curious glance. the white nightgown the young girl donned certainly stood out against her own wool coat and scarf, and izabela’s motherly instincts soon came into play.     ❛  you look like you do not belong outside the walls of a bedroom — what are you doing out here? you will freeze.  ❜

I’M SCREAMING I LOVE THEM SM

       TIGER  LILY  HAD  NEVER   been one for words, always siding with the silence and its lonely company. in neverland that had been okay - her position as the strange one had been accepted  ( perhaps accepted wasn’t the right word, but it had been allowed, approved )  by the tribe. in england, however, it was much harder - she was labeled crazy, insane, out of touch and a savage, all due to her lack of verbal interaction. as if that was the only meaningful form of communication there was. tiger lily  ( or rather, lily, as she now called herself )  assumed the last nickname the ENGLISH had given her wasn’t only because of her defiance or her reluctance to conform to their standards.

       WENDY  HELPED  A  LITTLE.   her understand ran far deeper than any of her older family members, far deeper than anyone else in london. her support, unwavering and always loyal, was a constant reminder that even as lonely as lily felt in the unfamiliar city, she was NEVER alone.     ❛  wendy-bird... is it acceptable for john to pull at my braids?  ❜