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Accent Challenge - 2/10

regnavi said: "Don't go."

Felix had thought he would die in a battle. Some great, bloody fight against the pirates or the tribes, himself laughing wildly as he was struck down by arrows or sliced through by a sword. He'd thought he would die and take someone with him.

He hadn't expected it to be poison. And he hadn't expected it to be Pan who slipped it to him.

It had all started with a bowl of soup, brought to his tent by Pan - that, in itself, hadn't been too strange: Pan and he often shared meals together way from the boys, sequestered away on their own. Felix had smiled when the boy had handed it over, chuckling just a bit at the smell - onion soup. "My favorite."

regnavi:

At night was when the Lost Boys howled—it was the only thing Pan heard in the late hours of the night. Many a boy weeped, sobbed, and mourned for their parents, wishing to go back to the ones who never loved them in the first place. Truth be told, it angered the leader; their betrayal was right in front of him, though he dared not touch a hair. He would keep track of every face and tear that reared its ugly head at night. 

Although that night, Peter heard something..peculiar from the rest. Initially, he thought it was a trick of his ears, but as he patrolled camp, the utterances were very much there. Wary, the brun took light steps, all trying to detect the source of the sounds. As it went on, they grew in volume and frequency, making it easier for the leader to track down where it hailed from. Peter’s surprise then came as it found it near camp, and as he pressed on, even inside the campsite. Paranoid steps pressed closer to the source, then at the entrance of a tent. Although, it was until Pan recognized the familiar pitch that brows furrowed together:…Felix? 

❝Felix?❞ He whispered the other’s name, then daring to step inside the tent. Though Pan felt as if he had invaded the other’s privacy, judging by the state he was in. Brusque, yet deep vocal utterances escaped out of the blond’s mouth, along with some mild curses, though they were all slurred in one hasty sigh. in the dark, Pan saw nothing: with a flick of the wrist, he held a flame bright enough to illuminate the tent just so he could see the other. Although what he saw was something he didn’t anticipate by any means.

On his side his right-hand lied, hair disheveled messy blond locks, though they tossed and turned so that Felix’s front was to Peter; although there was one particular detail Peter noted that he couldn’t miss. He felt a bit bizarre for staring, but considering the other was asleep, Peter snickered to himself, keeping this tidbit as blackmail. Although when he tried escaping out of the tent, the leader wasn’t as silent as he thought, given that he woke the other up. Obviously, it was too late for Peter to retreat now, considering Felix caught him snooping.

❝…Morning.❞

Feeling Peter so close to him made the smirk on the blond's face grow just a bit more - that had been just what he wanted. Before the other could move back Felix snaked his arms around the boy's waist, pulling him until there was no space left. His head bent down just a bit, lips touching Peter's ear for just a moment - a butterfly kiss - before trailing gently down his neck, "Work you up? Peter, why would I try to do that?"

He kept his tone as serious as he could while his lips traced down the side of Pan's neck, one hand slowly slipping down to give a light pinch to the boy's ass. "But if you want to punish me for this supposed 'working you up,' well....I wouldn't be so adverse."