#wndybird

❝ That’s not fair! ❞

he can’t help being taken by surprise at that accusation ,  it’s one he’s thrown himself more than once ,  but he’s not quite used to hearing it .  he can’t help but laugh at the thought ,  the sound a cold ,  cruel knife on his lips .  just a vain little boy ,  how can he possibly determine fairness for others ?  “ not fair for who ? ”  he asks ,  eyebrow quirking dangerously .  “ not fair for you ? ”  his smile curls into a snarl .  “ oh ,  poor wendy , ”  he drawls ,  pity in his voice the only way he knows how to use it :  ironically .  “ she’ll have to hover around peter ,  taking care of him so dutifully for just a little while longer before she gets what she wants . ”  he steps in closer to her ,  with a dangerous speed ,  stopping only when his face is mere inches from hers .  “ you live for it , ”  the words are a growl ,  his lips a snarl .  “ and they say i’m selfish . ”

❝ You say that so often, I wonder what your basis for comparison is? ❞ 

his brows furrow instantly in anger at that .  how dare she draw attention to the fact that he has no basis for comparison ,  just about everything is new for him .  “ what it has always been ,  wendy bird .  what i say it is . ”

❝ I do believe in you. ❞

the words mean more to him than he cares to admit .  they don’t hold their power here ,  like they did back in the homeworld ,  but they still hold power over peter .  and suddenly ,  he can understand why the fairies needed belief like they needed air .  “ will you always ? ”  he asks with that childish innocence that makes him so easy to love .  “ that will be all i ever need ,  wendy . ”

❝ We’re choosing the path between the stars. ❞

his eyes are turned up and filled with light ,  a weightlessness that he can only describe as flying because he’s done that before .  just the sight of the night sky makes him feel as though he could float away from this world ,  find his way back to mermaid lagoon .  but wendy’s voice brings him back to where his feet are planted firmly on the ground beside her ,  and one sideways glance at all is all he needs to remind him that he’s not a child anymore .  that neverland wouldn’t want him ,  it would be against his own rules to go back now .  “  what if it’s a path we never see again ? ”

“Little bird…” she sighs, drawn out by melancholy and the full moon staring at her in the darkness. They’re just walking by the bookshop, closed now in the early hours of morning before the dawn, but Scout remembers just earlier chatting quietly with the doe-eyed thing behind the counter as she bought yet another book she didn’t need. “Wendy, Wendy, Wendy–she’s one of the good one’s I think.” She purses her lips, trying to think, but her thoughts come out something contorted and she can’t seem to make sense of them, can’t hardly make sense of the ground beneath her feet as she walks down the side walk arm in arm with her friend. “She’s so tiny! I tower over her,” she says, chuckling and leaning into her friends side. “I just want to put her in my pocket, keep all that is gold glowing and whatnot.” She pauses half a breath, then laughs. “Though my pockets probably aren’t the safest place.” She shakes her head, goes on while still laughing. “Maybe I should keep as far from her as possible, make sure she stays golden that way.” A twist of her lips, pursed to the side as she pretends this idea doesn’t bother her. “I think I could manage that.”

Mastigophobia: My muse punishes yours for something. (aka the one in which me and ren have 0 chill)

“  what was that ?  ”  his voice is dangerously cold ,  a sharp knife brushing intimately against her skin .  he takes a moment to enjoy the confusion in her eyes ,  then the realization followed instantly by fear and regret .  emotions were always displayed so exquisitely against her delicate features ,  her lips curling to form an apology ,  but he’s already shaking his head .  he moves to sit on the edge of the bed ,  patting his thigh for her to come and join him .  if there’s one thing that could always be said for wendy it was that she was smart ;  she knew what was expected of her .

she laid face down across his lap without a single complaint or protest ,  pale digits already curling into the blanket in preparation .  the first smack comes unexpected ,  without warning , drawing a delicious sound from her .  “  count for me .  ”  she shoots him a look over her shoulder half shock ,  half fear ,  and he can’t help thinking she looks so beautiful like this .

“  one .  ”  the next one comes before the word has even finished leaving her mouth ,  causing her voice to crack .  she draws a deep breath before she finally says  “  two  ”  and he does it again ,  before she’s even finished ,  smiling that mischievous little devil’s grin .  the longer she makes him wait for the count ,  the sooner and harder he hits her .  of course ,  it doesn’t take long for wendy to find that out and soon enough she’s spitting out numbers before his hand has even connected with her skin .  he finally gives her a moment ,  when they reach twenty ,  kneading the glowing red flesh of her ass almost tenderly .

“  wendybird , ”  he whispers on an exhale ,  almost like a sigh ,  but his expression is nearly undreadable .  what does he think of her ? “  she is quite like a bird ,  isn’t she ?  all frail bones and delicate skin .  soft skin ,  ”  he adds ,  as an afterthought .  “  i like having her around .  i couldn’t say why other than that she adores me ,  and i adore being adored .  ”  of course there was more ,  plenty of girls adored his good looks ,  his rebellious attitude ,  but he didn’t seem to care for any of them like wendy .  “  sometimes ,  though , ”  he chuckles lightly ,  almost fondly .  “  she can make me so angry ,  you know ?  she gets under my skin like no one else .  ”  perhaps if he would let himself ,  he would see that that in itself was something .  “  and she …  ”  he falters ,  but he’s gone this far and just the right overamount of alcohol has made him negligent of that cage he keeps locked up tight around his emotions ,  those things he pretends he doesn’t feel .  “  sometimes i think she’s just a reminder of all that i’ve lost . ”

it wasn’t a holiday he’d ever celebrated before ,  back on neverland ,  where the days passed unnumbered ,  so he didn’t understand the hype of it ,  but he was never one to turn down a party .  there was also talk of new years resolutions ,  becoming a better person ,  of course ,  peter wasn’t interested in any of that ,  only the loud ,  rambunctious crowd that had gathered .  half of them were stumbling over each other ,  shouting loudly and he saw a few of his own boys mixed in among them .  peter had always thrived in chaos and a party held a different sort of energy than a fight ,  but he enjoyed the adrenaline all the same .

“ five ! ”  the crowd began to shout ,  an energy buzzing throughout the group .  he had no idea what they were shouting for ,  but he felt himself infected by the crowd’s excitement .  “ four ! ” by then ,  he’d figured he’d join in ,  if only to add to the chaos .  “ three !  two !  one ! ”  the room erupted into cheer ,  peter screaming himself despite having no idea what he was screaming for .  he was shouting when he somehow managed to hear wendy over the crowd ,  tugging on his sleeve insistently as he seemed to be basically ignoring her .  

he looks down ,  excited and breathless and is surprised to feel her tug downward on the front of his shirt .  figuring she wants to say something ,  but her voice will get lost in the noise ,  she’s so short ,  he leans down closer to her height .  her lips meet his without any warning and he doesn’t respond at all at first ,  because for a moment ,  he isn’t sure how to .  it’s not like it’s their first kiss ,  but peter’s still taken by surprise .  a part of him wants to fall into it ,  after all ,  her lips are the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted .  but there is a bigger part of him that always wins out ,  the part that clings desperately to a childhood long lost .  he breaks away ,  free hand shoving at her shoulder as his face contorts in anger and confusion .

send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse.

Send ‘drunk’ to receive a drunk text from my muse.

[text to Wendy D.]: w end y! !! did u know that its a wlawys a joy to have u in the classroom

[text to Wendy D.]: you are s o intelligennt and sw eet i hope you mature to eb an amazing woman

Send ‘mad’ to receive a mad/angry text from my muse.

[text to Wendy D.]: Wendy. I trusted you with the keys to my office because you said that you were in a tough situation. I made a risky decision to help you because you have been nothing but stellar in my classroom. But to sink this low and use the keys that I gave you to retrieve an answer key for someone else?

[text to Wendy D.]:Don’t bother telling me who it was for because I already know, Wendy. Academic integrity is a serious offense, and I have no choice but to write you up.

[text to Wendy D.] This is nothing but disappointing coming from you. 

Send ‘tired’ to receive a slow/sleepy text from my muse.

[text to Wendy D.] Oh dear, it seems that I am running a little late.

[text to Wendy D.] I miiiight have slept through my alarm but just tell everyone it’s traffic okay?

[text to Wendy D.] They don’t have to know :P

Send ‘busy’ to receive slow texts from my muse.

[text to Wendy D.]I have to cancel office hours today because of an emergency.