Fully aware of where he was, Felix had been sulking when Todd approached him, though he would never admit to that. At all. Ever. Blue eyes stared up at Todd, wide for a moment before Felix was scrambling to his feet. “It–Yeah.” He didn’t now if he wanted to hug the other boy, or turn away in his own shame. “What—uhh—what happened? Why are you here?” He finally asked.

It had been a long few years without this other boy. He had the other lost boys of course but none of them were Felix and he couldn’t even tell them why it was different, they would hate him for sure. 

Hook runs a calloused finger along his hook, thinking about the day he adopted this persona. Lately, he finds he tolerates the lost boys. His tentative arrangement with Pan affords him a level of freedom on the island that newcomers find is fundamentally unavailable. 

“ Can you remember who you were before that demon made you into this? ”

      POP!

“What’cha starin’ at?”

daryl  wasn’t  quite  sure  what  he’d  been  thinking  agreeing  to  take  this  kid  with  him  outside  the  safety  of  the  walls.  it  wasn’t  like  he  needed  any  help  with  hunting.  though  if  they  managed  to  catch  some  big  game  the  extra  pair  of  hands  would  come  in  useful.  sighing  softly  he  looked  back  at  felix.  ❛ stick  close  kid,  ain’t  safe  gettin’  separated. ❜

 the  air  around  them  was  warm,  a  fire  burned  in  the  centre  of  camp.  it  was  like  any  other  night  on  neverland.  nothing  ever  changed.  not  the  island  &  not  the  lost  boys  who  inhabited  it.  peter  sat  in  a  tree  looking  down  over  the  lost  boys  as  they  danced  about  the  fire.  among  his  pack  one  stood  out  drawling  peter’s  attention.  a  slight  smirk  pulled  across  his  lips  as  he  watched  felix.  

“I guess that depends on what you want to join.” Felix had never seen this girl before, her appearance surprised him; mainly how red her hair was, like silken fire.