#nutcrackerxhatter

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nutcrackerxhatter said:

that’s really painfully sweet jfc

that’s actually really cute ?? omg. i mean he’d do a double take like ‘u just said that did u say that can u say it again i have to be sure’ but omg thats precious

??? who??? :(

                              How long?

                   How long-----

Days, Hours, Years--they all seemed to mold together over the years. Her giving up didn't aid it a bit at all. It was still crisp in her mind the day she returned; how naive she had been to think that Peter and the Lost Boys would make that exception, would overlook their growing up rule for her. She was Wendy, after all. Peter's Wendy. Surely, her being older wouldn't matter?

                      [ it did. ]

The memory of her first days her made the scar on her neck burn---where Felix had nearly maimed her, on Peter's orders. Her Peter. And even though she was trespassing... he refused to let her go. There was only one way off this island, and that was with Pan's permission. So days turned into months, into years--and she eventually found her way into eternity. She lost count; but was in no rush to find her way back.

Her days were spent hunting. Searching for anything edible that would make her last another day (though it was tempting to let it end, but starving would not be her way to go). When it wasn't that, it was hiding. Whether it was the Lost Boys, or that pesky shadow of Peter's, she would go to great lengths not to be found.

Today, for some reason she would prefer to be unknown to her, the rabbits were all being hoarded far away from her cave, from her safe place. She was near clear across the island, far too close to Peter's camp--though it changed as regularly as the seasons--for her own comfort. She'd set up her snare; a simple trick she learned from another fugitive of the island (who she wouldn't dare turn her back on for a second, that hair-puller).

She swore she could hear a branch breaking in the distance as she set her trap up. That noise could be a trap itself, she thought. The Lost Boys were treacherous, insufferable. That would do anything to please their dear Peter. She had her knife pulled out from her boot, staying low even as she straightened herself. Her first line of defense; just in case she always kept a second one, smeared with dream shade.

                  She kept that for the especially gnarly ones.

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ME TOO THEY ARE PRECIOUS BABIES AGh

ITS SO CUTE

//yus!

Ruby looked up at Jefferson, trying to seem like nothing exceptional had happened between them. She could still taste the faint flavoring of his tea on her lips. How did that happen? You can't let it happen. Get away, run, scream, do something!