“Pan…” he whispered out in a soft breath. The thought of Neverland never amused the wizard until this moment. Imagining a place where he never had to grow old, never having to see the world he’d be leaving spiral away into the hands of purist. It was a queer thought, coupled with the alcohol coursing in him, help lift his smile higher into his tinged cheeks. “Depends on how far the flight would be…” he took the flask from the other, smelling the lip of it. Felix has had rum but nothing that smelled like this; which was rich and pungent. Before taking a sip he tilted his head back, thinking swiftly, then replied with the same foreign tongue, “Does it really matter? Anywhere is safer than here…”

“All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust,” Benji quoted loyally, reciting the words he knew by heart ever since he was a child. They were children in a war torn world over something like blood, and he found it rather strange how so many people were concerned over who was fucking whom. “second star to the right, an on till morning,” he mused once more before inching closer to Felix, his watching the ways his lashes cast shadows on his cheeks, and the way light hit his features just right. An adonis of a man that was still a boy, forevermore. “Not as long as you don’t leave me behind, don’t think i could fend off so many advances from boys without you pissing them off first. besides, every pan needs his lost boy.”

     “Well first think that comes to hand is house pride and loyalty, though that isn’t very tangible and arguably fallible too.” he replied, the silence in the room only holding his words and the other’s foot steps. The old potions lab had potential to becoming a solid place to hide for the student, as it was out of the beaten path so others couldn’t stumbling in (at least he expected).“Pray tell me what is that then?” he smirked, knowing it was impossible to resist the waves of charm that seeped out of Benjen. Felix only fought the boys beauty when it was need, however this moment his guard was down and inviting—”I hope you plan to share with the class.” he mused around the empty chairs and dusty bookshelves. 

“Ah yes, house pride and togetherness, hurrah,” Benjen deadpanned with a flair of his hands, a soft giggle escaping him before fixing his eyes on Felix. “When it comes to you, I might be slightly biased, but don’t quite me on that just yet.” An unfettered smile shined through, as he placed the flask in front of the other. “Caribbean rum, imported.” he winked. Felix was one of the very few boys that he wouldn’t dismiss, one of the few that kept annoyingly prancing around in his thoughts with his boyish good looks, but he’d never admit to it. “Help yourself, just be sure you’re able to walk when we’re done here.” Uncapping the flask he took a small swig, smirking as it burned down his throat, leaning close to Felix before offering its contents to the wizard. “Care to fly away with me to Neverland, Pan? O quizas prefieres otro destino, amor?”

     “Well this looks incriminating.” speaking calmly to the peer that walked in on him. The same moment they entered, his flask followed as Felix titled it back past his lips. The gin strained past his taste buds, familiar as it was, it still forced him to breath out harshly before musing over to the other. “I won’t tell if you won’t…” waving the tin between them.

A pause as his eyes scanned the scene before him, drinking in Felix Pacheco entirely as he saw what was left of the man who used to be a house golden boy. “Really but what’s truly in it for me?” he smiled, the pitter patter of his steps filling the room as he sat across from Felix. “Besides, I think adding this would be better,” he mused as he pulled a tiny flask from his robes, winking over at the male.