#volatilebird

                           ❝ get out of my castle ❞

        a low grumble that resembled a growl, came after the              warning. there was another human in his presence &         he wanted nothing to do with them. the forest hid his castle            for a reason. no one came in & no one left, it was better                                               for all.

          Well, this was awkward.

       He was no one. Just some guy who was trying to pick a fight. Still,        { KILLING } someone was considered a bad thing.      Lips pressed        tightly together, his demeanor still surprisingly calm.       Yet, Peter        was on a mission.  His feet were taking him to the closest place he        could find refuge.     Perhaps the ONLY place he would be able to.        She had seen him at his worst, after all.

       As per usual, Peter didn’t bother knocking.      He stomped inside,        moving directly towards the kitchen,  grabbing some paper towels        to wipe his face.

Darkness cascades through the dimly lit trees, menacing the appearance of every little fibre that dares to take it’s place in the land. That is where a young girl sits, sixteen years old maybe, sharpening a shining silver blade against a rock. Her blonde hair looks nearly brown beneath all the dirt that clings to each individual strand, and her face is coated with smears of a black paste that appears to be some kind of plant extract made into paint. Glowing blue eyes focus on the sword and the rock, but the subtle c r a c k of a branch in the depths of the trees causes her concentration to avert from her work, and her stature to change drastically. Quietly dropping the rock on the wet soil below, the blonde flips her black hood over her head and tucks her hair back where it is nearly unnoticeable. She grips the sword in one hand, and darts into a near patch of thin bushes awaiting the creator of the sound to step forth.

   ✘ ━ MEME. 

                           '   must you see the  worst in everything,                        DARLING?    your  n e g a t i v i t y                                shall become the DRIVE of   sucking                                out the fun that comes with neverland. ' 

     body tensed as he inched closer to                  her, an alien feeling of dread            causing a pain in his chest. he'd         rather have his heart ripped out than                                            have to do this.

                              "-- The Savior is demanding                                            I apologize to you."