Wendy hesitated, Peter had said those things and done what the lady pirate had said. but Wendy didn't like the tone nor the implication of what she said. Was she saying Peter was a liar?

"Well yes, but I'm sure that is just Peter's way! He is good and fun loving, he just wants us all to have a good time!"

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She sighed and shook her head. Of course he was that way. He might have been a stunted boy, but Peter was still a boy, and in her experience, most boys were all the same, child or adult. She suspected that was another reason why James had her talk to the child.

“That might be true. All you could say could be as it truly is.” She tried to catch her eye. “But if he does try to make you do things you do not want to do and gets angry at you for not doing something you aren’t comfortable with, you must learn how to stand your ground. And this is not something that just applies to your Pan.”

#rubykissed #v: neverland #cat roleplays #[Pirate Queue]#I'm not sure if Peter really is this bad but Milah has had Issues with men xD #And she figures if Pan IS a good bean of sorts at least Wendy might recognize red flags in those who aren't

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Wendy had only thought about being a pirate a few times, though she had never confided those thoughts to anyone.

But perhaps this woman could be trusted with such things.

"If I was to be a pirate, I'd take the name Red-Handed Jill, but then what would my mother say, me being a pirate?"

When the woman asked after her treatment, Wendy felt the need to stick up for poor Peter.

"I am treated fine, Peter says one girl is worth twenty boys."

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Milah nodded in thought at the name. "It does have a bit of flair. I'd argue it might be a bit of a mouthful, but there have certainly been longer names than that." She tilted her head. "Mine told me I was no longer her daughter, but that was before I turned to piracy. Would yours do the same?"

Milah rolled her eyes. "I'm sure he does." She stood and leaned against the wall next to the girl. "Has he told you how no one understands him like you do? Tell you how important you are without letting you decide things on your own?"

#rubykissed #v: Neverland #cat roleplays #[Pirate Queue]

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Neal threw the sack over his shoulder, wondering what was inside, just out of curiosity. it wasn’t like it was really any of his business - aside from belonging to his mother, of course, not that she knew.

“Well, like you, he was always asking a million questions,” he said, chuckling. Seemed like he was more like his mother than he’d thought. “Sometimes he was an adorable little boy. Most of the time, here, he was angry and bitter - can’t blame him, though.” He didn’t bother making up a more pleasant story, there was no value in that.

Her last question was what gave him pause. He did know of a place, yes. But once he took her there, he was sure she would know who he was, and he wasn’t quite sure he was ready for that.

Bullshit. Ready or not, she needed to tend to her leg, and he knew how he could help with that.

“Yeah. I know just the place.”

Milah eyed the sack for a moment, part of her worried he was just going to run off with it. There wasn't much in there. Aside from a few things she'd been able to make on the island, there was just a few precious things she had been buried with. When he made no move to bolt she relaxed, leaning a little into her makeshift crutch.

"Smart boy," she noted with a grin. "If you ask questions, eventually you'll find someone who will answer them. Or at least willing to help you find them." Her grin grew brighter for a moment as he assured her of her son's adorableness, and it faded as he continued. "I understand the feeling. I hope it faded for him when he left." He had to have left. Of course, Milah wasn't quite ready to ask where her son had gotten to. Or rather, she wasn't ready for the scenario to be IF he'd gotten to someplace else.

She tilted her head in curiosity. "You do?" She took a step to show them both she'd be able to make the trek. It was an unusual feeling, trusting him because he was an adult and not a child. But she figured neither of them had much choice. "How do you know it's safe?"

#grcwingstrcng #v: neverland #still love this a bunch #[Pirate Queue]

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The conflicting feelings just wouldn’t stop coming, would they? No matter how angry he was, how much he wanted to open his mouth to spit out hateful words, the way she got defensive over what she must have perceived as an insult towards her son - towards him - it made his heart soar.

“I knew a Baelfire. His mother abandoned him.” Wasn’t a very common name, and with that added information, surprisingly spoken without venom, Milah would probably know they were speaking about the same child.

Neal approached her. “Can I help carry your things?” From the way she’d been limping earlier, he didn’t think she should be putting much weight on her legs, if at all.

She ignored the sting caused by the truth he said because there was something more important there to talk about. “You did?” Just the thought someone else had seen her son was enough to flood her with enough endorphins that the pain in her leg was easily pushed back.

At his offer, she held up a sack to him, full of mostly furs and provisions. The smaller one she kept on her. After all, while it would be annoying to start over again should he steal it all, it would be easier with flint and dagger. And maybe if she made a show of trust, or at least partial trust, he’d be more open to sharing what he knew.

“How was he? Do you know if he’s alive? Or was the last you saw him? Was he still the most adorable little boy?” Then a feeling of dread washed through her. “Where did you know him?” She looked around them. Had it been here? Had her boy been one of those who would cry out for their mothers at night? Would he even call out for her?

She picked up a sturdy piece of fallen wood, her cheeks glowing red at having to use it. She’d helped her former husband enough to know how to get around. “I need a place to get a proper look at my leg. Do you know of one?”

#grcwingstrcng #v: neverland #GOOOOOOD IT IS FOR ME TOO

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“I was one, too, in a way. Didn’t last long, though. Captain sold me out to Pan.” Nothing could really change his mind about helping her - despite all the anger and resentment in his heart, above all else he loved his mother dearly, and he would never leave her to die on that dreadful place.

It took everything in him to not just express his agreement on that statement. For a while he’d grown up believing she’d been taken against her will, but when he learned she’d just… left, he blamed himself for it. Thought she must have resented him, hated him even.

“Yeah, I’m sure they learned their lesson and won’t kidnap ‘nother pirate lady ever again.” He’d heard stories about her, from when she was a pirate. He wouldn’t want to be any of her enemies, that was certain. “What happened to your kid? Run away from home?”

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. If he had been sold out to Pan, odds were good he had been a child. “You either got away or Pan removed his age restrictions for awhile.” She hoped it was the latter. What sort of captain would sell out a child to Pan?

Milah laughed. “I hope they did learn their lesson. If not for the lady pirate, then at least for themselves.” She felt wistful as her son was kept being brought up. A part of her wanted to refuse to talk about him, but another desperately needed to. She gave him a look, though, for presuming such naughty things about her son. “Of course not. My Baelfire was a good boy.” She sighed. He seemed to like her, and he shouldn’t like her. “I did. Imagine you’re the cutest, sweetest, most adorable little boy to have ever been made, and you have to go to the tavern to retrieve your drunken mother. That was the future I saw for him. All because I couldn’t find a way to make myself be happy with a man who made me miserable.”

#grcwingstrcng #v: neverland #OMG I FOUND THIS IN MY DRAFTS AND I LOVE THIS THREAD?!?!?!#IF YOU LOST INSPIRATION FOR IT THAT'S FINE BUT I WOULD LOVE LOVE LOVE TO CONTINUE IT

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“You shouldn’t be out here alone.” (maybe she landed in Neverland? Up to you xD)

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Milah jerked at the sudden intrusion, the branch falling back in place to obscure the image of a pirate ship floating in the waters below. She breathed a sigh of some relief when she realized who the intruder was. “Who would I be out here with, then? The children? They’re all so desperate for mothers they settle for me. I can’t always be...on for them.”

#tinypaintedthings #v: neverland

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“If I don’t kill a man every now and then, they forget who I am.“

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“I highly doubt they’ll forget.” She huffed a sigh and gestured in the general direction of the pirate crew. “There’s one ship out there. If you keep killing men, you’re going to run out of men to kill, and then who will get your boys their sweet cakes, hmm?”

#pueraeternuspan#v: neverland #pueraeternuspan

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He did glance around if only to make sure he wasn’t about to be suddenly ambushed. She seemed alone, and also carried herself as if she believed that she could win if they had to fight.

Foolish woman.

His eyes did narrow at the word.. mother. There was a lot of anger in that word that Pan would rather not speak of it. Why would she once think that they wanted mothers here? He to had to hear the cries for centuries.. one learns to ignore them best one could without longing for his own that was long dead. He hated the cries.. and also felt a sadness that may have matched them.. “Why would a mother come here? Want your death sentence to be more severe?”

Milah ignored that look in his eyes the best she could and gave him a one she hadn’t had to use in a long time. It had been the sort she would give Rumple back when he missed the most obvious. It was the sort of look that said ‘for someone so smart you really are an idiot.’ “Because she hears the sound of children crying.” Granted, these were children that tried to kill them, sometimes for play and sometimes for real. That had what kept her away until now, when it became too much.

Now, perhaps it was a culmination of hearing those cries and desperately missing her own child. They should have gone back for him before now, but here they were, stuck instead. “You might not have a single paternal bone in your body and that’s fine. But sooner or later, if you let them cry like that with no relief, your lost boys are going to be desperate to be found again.”

#pueraeternuspan #v: neverland

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He’d feared that, but it was hardly surprising. Pirates would sometimes bring them boys - he’d been given up himself, which was still a source of a lot of anger for him, and if the Lost Boys took no interest, they might be made to walk the plank or some other form of sacrifice.

In all of his time there, though, Neal had seen at best three women. The Boys would seek in them a mother figure, as Wendy had told them about. All of the women who’d come, however, were - well, their fate should they fail to live to the expectations put on them was not a kind one.

“I know a thing or two about pirates.” It was clear he had no fondness for them, however. “How did you get yourself into this mess?”

She snorted as she stood up and limped toward the bench where her things were. It hurt to breath and the boys might come back at any moment, but these were her things. After making sure the locket’s contents were still in place she slid the necklace on over her head. Then she answered. “Well, I was a pirate at one point. Does that change your mind about helping me?” she gave his nose an amused look.

As she gathered up the rest of her things, mostly daggers that she tucked in strategic places, she shrugged. “I...tried to tell them. I am perhaps the shittiest person for the job. But, well, a sweet girl with an entire maternal skeleton tells them stories and...” She huffed as her annoyance over it all peaked. “Look. I was a shit mother and that was before I left. But even still, if they think I can just replace my own child with some brat that was trying to kill me thirty minutes before that, well. I sure showed them.”

#grcwingstrcng #v: neverland

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@justmilah sent: Moment of Weakness for Neal //Send ‘a moment of weakness’and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter. { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw } - ACCEPTING

Your muse is being kept hostage and mine has just rescued them.

She looked the same as he remembered from his childhood, beneath the dark circles under her eyes, the bruises and cuts where he could see them. The same piercing blue eyes.

He, on the other hand, had changed - grown. He doubted she would know just who he was, and perhaps it was for the best. After all, she’d left him for a reason. Whatever it might be, this was not the moment to ask, to demand an explanation.

Neal knew every knot - figured she did as well -, learned them from Hoo- from Killian. It wasn’t hard to untie them, though the marks on his mother’s wrists made the man see red.

“Are there others?”

She eyed him warily when he gotten close, prepared to headbutt him if she had to. Then she stopped eyeing him so closely because there was something around the eyes that hurt too much too look too closely at.

“Others?” She rubbed her wrists with a hiss and closed her eyes and tried to think back. She’d been here awhile. “There were a few, but I don’t think they would have made it this long.” She had an idea on why she’d lasted so long.

“How are you here?” She asked his ear. “I’ve only heard of other pirates coming through here and they’d all left before I got here.”

#grcwingstrcng #v: neverland #I AM NOT SURE HOW SHE GOT THERE BUT!#Poor Neal did not sign up for this ;.;

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His mother laughed at him, but not in the way the other lost boys did as they teased him. It was more the way Papa had laughed at him when he’d done something silly. It was a nice laugh. But that didn’t mean this wasn’t some trick.

“Everyone knows Peter,” Bae told her crossly. “I don’t think you can get onto the island without knowing Peter.” But… but hadn’t the other hallucinations or whatever they’d been known Peter? So… was it possible? Think, something Pan wouldn’t know. Something he wouldn’t make up, here on the island where dreams could come true. Ah. “If you really are Mama, prove it! Where did you use to go all the time?” She’d gone and left him alone to go to the bar, and if she knew that then she had to be his real mother.

Her smile fell from her face when he asked his question. “You remember that? I’d hoped I’d left before you would.” She leaned in, not yet ready for the pain that came with being unable to touch him. The longer she pretended, the better. “I never should have left you alone as often as I did, especially not for the tavern. I’m sorry for that.” She thought for a moment. “And many other things, honestly.”

#everdetermined #v: neverland #okay so I'm fine if they can touch or if they can't #so I'll leave that up to you #to be tracked #[Pirate Queue]

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Neverland was an odd place, one where visions could seem to be reality. Baefire had already run into this problem, and he was not a fan of it at all. He’d seen the Darling family, his father, and even his one and only friend Morraine. But somehow, he’d never expected to see his mother.

“I don’t know what game you’re playing Peter, but cut it out,” he stated, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared at the thing that looked like his mother.

Milah wasn’t sure how this was possible. One moment she was in the Underworld and the next here she was. She didn’t quite recognize the boy but she immediately knew who he was. She couldn’t help but laugh a little at his defiance. Had some of her lived on in him?

Her eyebrows furrowed for a moment. “Who is Peter, love?” She moved closer, the leaves not bending beneath her steps. She didn’t reach to touch him. As much as she would have loved to, finding out she wouldn’t be able to after all would break her heart. Instead, she just wanted to look at him.

#everdetermined #v: neverland #t: nothing ghost right #omg never apologize for bad puns

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“I met a guy. When I was in the Enchanted Forest for pa.” Harriet’s fingers picked at the wooden railing if their home on Neverland, eyes not quite meeting her mothers gaze. They’d never spoken about what would happen - when Harriet met someone or Harry met someone. They were fine with CJ, her crush on Sammy Smee kept her tied to the Jolly Roger and Neverland for at least now. Pa wouldn’t like it, a boy meant someone pulling her back to the Enchanted Forest when she shouldn’t be there. Just like Harry and his new girlfriend, neither of them confident enough to tell their pa; but their mother in the other hand? Harriet trusted her. “He’s the not-royal nephew of a princess. He helped me steal her jewels.”

Milah...didn’t want her babies moving on. She wanted to keep them all close to her, snuggled in the nest she’s made, forever and ever. However, she also knew this was incredibly unrealistic. Over the years, Milah has made herself see what her realistic expectations were and what were just insane. And so she knew that locking her eldest away where no one could ever find her again would be insane. And it let her follow along without that continual surge of self-righteous indignation that might befall...her lover, perhaps. “Not-royal nephew? Is he a bastard, then?” There was no admonition in her voice, no judgement. She used the word as one would any other station in life. And by the strictest terms of the law, her own children could probably be considered as such, but that only mattered in the life of royalty and what constituted as a law abiding contract for marriage. She wiped her hands clean on a tea towel before working on the strip of dough covering for the meat pie she’d found the bits to make for. “Do you reckon he’s got piracy in his blood, or is he going to try to steal you away from us?” She tried not to sound confrontational. Her children’s happiness was everything, after all. But that didn’t stop her from being...protective.

#islecaptain #v: neverland

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simmering - no, he was boiling. a hot anger bubbled beneath his skin as she spoke. his eyes revealed nothing but a blank stare as the strings holding him together began to fray. felix licked his thumb and wiped at where she had plucked the pill from his cloak. 1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. 5.. 6.. 7.. done. seven was a good number.

“ do not touch me, milah, ” he warned.

the teen let out a sharp sigh and gave the woman a look of exasperation.

“ fortunately, i have something you don’t. peter’s favor. all we need is a boat. ”

She’d rattled him, she could tell. She couldn’t see the depth of how much, he’d had plenty of years to figure out proper masks, but she could still see it, barely just. “Then don’t threaten me when I’ve already agreed to offer up my assistance.” She paused. “And keep your clothes clean.” She didn’t know what all it was that he had planned, what he required of her. It was important to know what was expected of her, but she wouldn’t hold her breath on the possibility of him actually telling her.

“If all we need is a boat to escape here, what is it you need me for? I doubt it’s for bedtime stories and proper suppers.”

#sixxesandsevvens #v: neverland

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she was right about that. he would age. he would grow up. he would be shunned by those he had known as his family for so long even he didn’t know. the idea of losing peter and his fellow lost boys was a sharp pain in his heart and in his soul. they were all that he had. he hid the torment of thinking and rethinking and rethinking the same scenario like he always did - he distracted himself with the task at hand.

“ i have options. it doesn’t have to be your heart, ” he whispered, leaning in closer. a quick, devious smile glanced off of his pale lips. felix stepped back a pace.

“ it’s your choice. ”

Milah studied him for a long, hard moment, eyes narrowed and head tilted to one side. She hoped it came across as her peering into his soul, reading his every thought, as she used to be accused of doing when she would look at someone this way. Then she softly snorted through her nose and reached up pluck a bit of lint from his shoulder. “Is it really my choice, Felix? Or is that what you tell yourself in case things...don’t work out? Is that what you tell everyone?”

She scratched at the back of her neck before letting out another sigh. “I don’t know how to get there. I barely know how to leave Neverland. But aside from that, I’ll do what I can to help.”

#sixxesandsevvens #v: neverland #MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!#Also NO IDEA IF THAT IS AT ALL CLOSE

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he moved closer to milah, close enough to smell the salt of the ocean on her. the tall lost boy pulled back the ragged cloak shrouding his lanky figure, revealing a runic symbol branded into his palm. it was a hex placed upon him by none other than peter pan, allowing for the ripping of an enchanted heart from its rightful owner. however, all magic did come with a price.

“ i need to get to the land without magic. if you help me, you get your pirate and i will leave you two alone for as long as you live. if you don’t… ”

he hovered his hand over milah’s heart, imitating the motion of taking her heart. “ th-thump… th-thump… th-thump… ” he slowly closed his hand, crushing the imaginary heart.

“ poof… ”

Milah leaned back as much as she dared as the taller boy loomed over her. In her day she had been taller than most women and many men, so having someone tall enough to loom was disconcerting at best.

When he threatened her, her heart, fresh and new and full of the life she hadn’t had even a few weeks ago, hammered sharply in her chest. She swallowed and leaned up, face close and eyes sharp, lips curled in a sneer. “If you are going to threaten me, little boy, do so with a death I’ve yet to experience.”

She lowered herself back onto her heels, eyes never leaving his. “If that is where he is, then I have no choice, do I. Although I’m left wondering why you would want to go there. You would start aging again, you know.” Despite herself, her face softened, showing the concern natural to one who ushered many children across roads and paths in the afterlife. “You will grow up if you stay there long enough.”

#sixxesandsevvens #v: neverland #omg Milah stop antagonizing people #Also that's okay! That happens to me too xD

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“ trick or not, i don’t think you have any other options. ”

felix gave the woman before him a sly smirk. he knew how much she meant to hook and how much hook meant to her. he reveled in the uncertainty she displayed as she scanned him, complacency showing a raised eyebrow.

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes as well as the one to punch his smug face. The boy had been trapped in that perfect age of teenage arrogance. “All right, then. What is it you want in return for taking me to him?”

#sixxesandsevvens #v: neverland