#thelostpan

He opens his eyes and hissed some at the sudden burst of light that filled the room. He had not seen the sun in weeks and the proof was the stinging in his green eyes. He was just sitting in the corner, scratching at the cuff that stopped his magic from destroying the bars. “It would seem you need me? Or are you just here to gloat, laddie?”

//you’re on this blog!! I haven’t even been watching aside from youtube clips. the split queen arc disgusted me too much o.O

“I mean look at them, what do they think they’re doing? I cannot believe this, I just cannot believe they would act this way...and you’re son! He’s...I can’t believe this.”

He woke with his head pounding and turned to see his father next to him. Both of them were chained. “Great,” he mumbled. “Now we get to guess whether it’s an enemy or yours or an enemy of mine.”

“Abandoned. You can’t kidnap abandoned children. BesideskidnappingsuggestsIeverintendedtoreturnanyofyou.”

“Gwanpapa! Gwanpapa!” Little Baelfire called, tears lining his eyes as he waddled through the lush forest of Neverland. He stumbled over rocks and twigs until he crashed into Peter’s leg and held on tight as could be. “Gwanpapa! I gots a boo boo!” the little bean of curls pouted against his grandfather’s leg, “I founded a wock and it was pwetty an’ I wan’ed to get it an I twied an’ then I fell an’ now my knee hurts...” Crocodile tears slid down pale cheeks as his small hands clutched onto Peter leg tighter. 

christmas in hell XDXD