“And she’s (Y/N).”įelix would never know if it was directed to him but as he had nothing to answer he closed the door behind him and walked away. They are the heroes,” he spat that last part. Before he closed the door, Peter spoke up, “Whatever happened, she can’t be in danger. It can’t be long before she returns,” he eventually said before dismissing his friend with a gesture of the hand.įelix wanted to say something but he knew that trying go reassure Pan was to no avail. Something in his eyes was burning like a wildfire and if he put his hands and those damned bastards who took (Y/N) he’d beat them to a bloody pulp, no magic involved. Felix’s forehead was wet of sweat and Pan’s poker face hardly held in place. The moon reflected on the calm water, giving the two boys a ghostly complexion. He finally turned away from his window (he calls it window although there was no glass) from where he could see the bay and its sirens. Up.” Pan ordered and Felix closed his mouth. Of course Felix would be passably pissed to be kept out of their plans but not as pissed as if something actually went wrong. He was hoping she was on some kind of secret mission only her and Pan knew about. It was a rather stupid question to be honest, but it was far too long since she left the camp. The blond boy almost expected him to continue but Peter kept quiet. “I know,” Peter growled, glaring towards the boy as if saying ‘tell me something i don’t know’.
“It’s been two days Pan,” Felix stated, clicking his tongue as a mean of punctuation. Not that it was a problem for Pan was wide awake, looking as indifferent as usual even though Felix out of all the boys was the one capable of telling when he just pulled that face as a facade.
The wooden door creaked open, making it impossible for him to enter without being noticed. A heavy silence settled in until his figure disappeared in the night, but his destination was clear: he was heading towards Pan’s shack. His features were twisted in an ungraceful displeased frown and his entire aura screamed ‘shut the fuck up or you’ll regret it’. The low whispers suddenly stopped mid-sentence when Felix walked past the group of sleepy boys. Most of them just wanted to go back to sleep, while some refused to fall asleep not knowing what the reason for all this fuss was. A/N: This story does not consider the fact that Peter Pan is related to Rumpelstiltskin and Henry in any way.Ī strange and quite unusual unrest reigned in the camp and the lost boys whispered questions to one another, wondering what was happening.
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