#thecursedson

//my harriet hook thinks he’s toxically hot so….

send ❝I’m not peeking.❞  for my muse to kiss yours OR send close your eyes to kiss my muse.

@thecursedson​ Sent: "I'm not peeking."

“You better not be!” Sora replied, with an airy laugh. Granted, he had left Baelfire to cover his eyes for at least a couple minutes now. Everything had to be perfect because frankly, Bae deserved it. 

A gentle hand tucked a white peony behind Baelfire’s ear creating a beautiful contrast with his messy dark curls. As his hand trailed down his cheek he pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his lips.

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Storybrooke was very strange to Mason, this was the first time he was actually stuck here. He was used to being trapped on Neverland with Peter, yes he traveled all over in shadow form but he no longer was stuck as a shadow.

He tried to lay low, hoping none of the heroes would realize who he was since he no longer looked like just a black figure floating around. They thought they killed him after all, he just needed to blend in. 

“Four years and you’d think they’d spruce this place up a bit.” Sora mumbled to himself as his boots hit the mud. He pulled the red cowl of his red cloak over his face and took a deep breath in. He wondered just how much this place had changed if at all.

He would have come back sooner but, it wasn’t in the cards. After the war he’d gotten stuck in another dimension and after that, well. Life was different. The worlds were divided amongst the Seven Guardians of Light and this one wasn’t in Sora’s jurisdiction, probably for good reason.

The last time he’d been here he was younger, paler... Different. In the past years he’d spent a lot of time back home, letting the sun kiss his scarred skin, settling it into a comfortable tan. Sparring regularly helped his arms, legs and chest fill in. He was still in no means buff but, he had a toned muscularity to his small body. His hair had relaxed to be subtly spiky and not so out of control and that was just the physical changes. Mentally he was a little less carefree, a little more contentious of the worlds around him. The light that he carried however, had never gone out. It just shone brighter with each hardship he faced. 

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“You look quite lost, are you alright?” Mason asked seeing the other boy, he knew very well anyone who showed up on Neverland didn’t belong here since he was the only one here. 

“ healing begins the moment you want it to ”

    Wise words from his adopted father, as always. Reg never ceased to amaze Baelfire, which might have been by, to this day, he was happy that he had been taken in by him when both of his parents had left him.  He sat on the floor near Reg’s feet as he watched him program the Holodeck to add another layer that would make this astounding place even more memorable.  He sat there for a brief moment looking at his PaDD, then he looked up at Reg with a look of compassion and a little bit of worry.

    “Does- … Does that mean you’re ready to heal from Aella and what happened between the two of you?” He meant no harm in his question. In fact, he meant nothing but love. He was worried about Reg. Ever since the meld incident, the two of them hadn’t been the same and he wanted to help.

Reg hadn’t expected the question. He often tried to keep a lot of these feelings from Baelfire -- he didn’t need to be worrying himself over anything else -- but he knew Bae didn’t like it, and wanted to help. And at some point, Reg would need to admit these things to someone...

Rumple stopped dead in his tracks, looking at his son with tears already filling his eyes. He tried his best, Gods above and below he did. Yet what more could he possibly do? He tried to protect his son, to keep him safe from enemies. He provided him with riches and food better than any King could hope for, as well as his unending love.

Yet, it wasn’t enough. He was desperate to make it enough.

“B-Bae, please… please talk to me. I–I just want to make you happy. Tell me what you want. We can travel. Yes! Let’s just go. Go somewhere. We can find somewhere new to settle. A castle, perhaps? A place we can fill with anything you like! Let me give you that. Give you anything you wish.” 

That was how he felt he could learn about his son. By giving him what he wanted. He just needed Bae to tell him what that was.