When you’re really popular for some reason, you don’t know why but you’re like this:
And then you have days where no one talks to you at all and you feel terrible, useless, and feel like no one likes you:
it wasn’t something that she could explain. in
fact the beauty was certain there was no suitable
explanation that existed. it were as though in
one single instant, her entire center of being
shifted. all that was happening around her
ceased to exist, and only he was present. even
though the crowd of people standing inside of
the speakeasy were dancing, and talking, none
of it mattered any longer. none of it even existed.
all she could see ( through the center of her own
vision ) were his eyes. her heart beat in her chest
so erratically she feared it would pound out and
land on the floor.
such a light she saw in the eyes that returned her gaze.
she had been walking one moment. on her way to a
destination that she could no longer remember—or that
mattered—and then she had brushed past the stranger
her hand touched his for a brief second, and froze. her
head had turned, and suddenly memories began to flood
into her mind. feelings. sensations. she couldn’t explain
any of it. all she could do was stand, rooted to the spot
lost in his gaze. she couldn’t speak. she couldn’t say a
single word, but she saw, and heard his memories. loud
and clear as though she were living them herself. but
more than that, she saw memories that felt so close, and
yet so far. memories from different times, and places. in
the past, present and future. so many memories. so many
she found the strength and pulled her hand back from
his arm, but she was mesmerized. the memories she
had been seeing, ceased altogether, but then the
voice. a male voice was inside of her head. thinking.
and she didn’t have to even hear his voice out loud to
know it was his.
❝—how?❞ was all she managed to say. her
eyes focused on his intently. curiosity
flowed through to her core.
❝—little wendy bird?❞ a sadistic smile plastered
across his face, and he chuckled. ❝—she is rather
hopeless isn’t she? but yes. she is much like my
son was—is. perhaps that is what drew me to her
in the first place. maybe it was her innocence, either
way i enjoyed destroying her, piece by piece. she
will always be mine. even if she escapes neverland
she won’t ever be anything without me. i think she
knows that. in a way i don’t think she would ever
want to leave, not now. or ever. i suppose the
only difference between my son, and wendy is that
i never wanted him. but i want her. she is mine and
i made it that way. i had a choice with wendy. i had
no choice with rumple. i never wanted him. and never
( unfortunately—for rumple—peter is very much telling the
truth once more. he honestly hates rumple to the bottom
of his core. he never loved him, and loathes the very day
he was born. but wendy he will protect to the very center
of his core. i believe that he probably loves her more than
even felix. but once more he would never admit that he
loves anyone. not even her. he does enjoy destroying her
though. but i believe that is part of his sadistic psychopathic
brain working to satiate his need to be in control. )
an eyebrow cocked, the demon’s head turned
to the side. ❝—fuck felix? lust is a very different
story. if i needed a release i could indefinitely
overpower felix, and have my way with him. after
all i was the one that awakened his lust in the
first place, because the desire that pooled off of
him, was enough to make my own lust prevalent.
so yes. i would fuck him, if i so desired it, but it
would be my choice. not his.❞
( for once he told the truth. i am quite shocked with him.
that little devil, you never know what he will do or say
next. but if felix teased him well enough i am certain it
could cause an abundance of power, much like last time,
that would need to be expended, or it would destroy the
island. so if felix did indeed want peter to fuck him, i am
certain it wouldn’t be difficult to succeed in such a feat.
peter is after all still a human man—somewhere inside of
his immortal self—after all. so really sex is up to felix at
this point. )
really?! i am glad you like it! seen as that is my only
killian plot at the moment. yes they already slept
together. you must have missed it. you can find the
full roleplay tagged under au: your one true protector.
and you can read the entire thread there on my page
if you like darling! and no of course i don’t mind!
a scowl—arms folded—he shrugged it off.
❝—i feel no differently about him than i
do about any other lost boy on the island.
there is nothing i feel for him, except perhaps
a duty to keep him safe as i feel for all of my
lost boys. i don’t have feelings for anyone.
or anything. feelings are weakness, and i have
no use, or time for any of them. felix is too
sensitive, and he sees things that aren’t there
and won’t ever be.❞
( peter feels love for felix. it is very very very very very
deep down in his soul somewhere. perhaps hidden
in the crevices of his once human—mortal—self but
it is there. he would never admit such a weakness
existed though. not even to felix himself. )