she certainly wasn't wrong about that. he had actually killed a lost boy or two out of sheer boredom - simply because he could. was she wrong in asking for her property back? not at all. was she wrong for bringing her property here? absolutely. nearly closing the distance between them, pan pressed the metal case into the palm of her outstretched hand, leaning down so his lips were at her ear. " you need to do a better job of hiding your belongings, darling. otherwise anyone can get their hands on it. " his tone was a low growl as he raised his free hand to push her blonde hair out of her face, almost emphasizing his words about "belongings" as if she were one of his.

Her body tensed as he drew closer and when she felt the cold metal in her palm, Wendy locked her fingers around it. Though her eyebrows knitted in a confusion as she glanced down for a moment. Wondering if this was all a trick. That was all she'd dare do. Ensuring the safety of her memory was, in that moment, the only thing she cared for. She did not pull away from Peter. Even as he continued to invade her space as if it was his own. In moments like these, Wendy found herself, swallowing her own pride. Now could not be any different. "Thank you..." She bit her tongue before anything else could slip past her lips. Would it be enough for him?

he lingered there for a moment, before the back of his hand trailed down her arm, fingertips lingering at her elbow for a moment before he took a step back once again. " keep it out of my sight, or you will not be getting it back, are we clear? " his voice was gruff as he spoke, his eyes capturing hers as his thumbs hooked into his belt loops.

peter wasn't daft. he knew that this little item held a lot of sentiment for the girl. and the fact that the twins felt the need to play keepaway with it had anger stirring within his chest. though, it wasn't soley at them. part of it was for her - for having the small, useless item here in the first place. as they entered the library, peter closed the double doors behind them with a soft click, before turning to face her, the small metal tube now out of his pocket and rolling between his fingers. " if its just a silly trinket, darling - why does it matter if the twins had it? " raising a brow, he took a small step closer to her, his eyes transfixed on her pale lips. he knew what it was - what it was for. and he couldn't help but want to see the bright colour adorning her lips.

Instinct cause her eyes darted to her mothers lipstick when he had pulled it from his pocket. The second she saw its dull and dented casing was the second she found herself looking down. How could she be so stupid? So careless to let it fall in his hands? Wendy manages to bring her eyes back to his. It still surprised her when she felt her breath catch and she had to steady it. After all these years and still... he inched closer. Her memory tauntingly in his hold. Wendy crossed her arms defensively. "I've seen you boys nearly kill each other for less. It is mine and there is nothing more too it." Again, she held out her hand. Though it came with caution and a plea, "I will ask nothing of you anymore. Please."

she certainly wasn't wrong about that. he had actually killed a lost boy or two out of sheer boredom - simply because he could. was she wrong in asking for her property back? not at all. was she wrong for bringing her property here? absolutely. nearly closing the distance between them, pan pressed the metal case into the palm of her outstretched hand, leaning down so his lips were at her ear. " you need to do a better job of hiding your belongings, darling. otherwise anyone can get their hands on it. " his tone was a low growl as he raised his free hand to push her blonde hair out of her face, almost emphasizing his words about "belongings" as if she were one of his.

perking a brow, bashs eyes flashed up to his twin before dropping back down to the girl. " you aren't the only one who can cook, wendy bird. how do you think we survived before you got here? get a better threat. " raising the tube higher, he chuckled before throwing it back toward his brother, not noticing the other presence who'd entered the room. when an arm shot out and a hand closed around the case, bash took an automatic step back, his eyes flitting to the other man. " are you boys not being nice to wendy? " a smirk on the older mans lips as he looked down at wendy, he slipped the case into the pocket of his pants. " thank you for bringing this to my attention, regardless. wendy, please come with me. "

One last attempt to snatch it from the air left her frozen when she turned completely. Something there, stuck in her throat and the panic only grew when she saw him slide her memory into his pocket. Though she did not dare break his gaze. For if she let herself slip in front of Peter, for even a moment... Would she ever get it back? The answer made her stomach twist because she couldn't let him have it. She refused to lose this. With a deep breath, Wendy obeyed his words and followed. Though it wasn't long before she found her voice again, "Please, Peter. It's just a silly trinket."

peter wasn't daft. he knew that this little item held a lot of sentiment for the girl. and the fact that the twins felt the need to play keepaway with it had anger stirring within his chest. though, it wasn't soley at them. part of it was for her - for having the small, useless item here in the first place. as they entered the library, peter closed the double doors behind them with a soft click, before turning to face her, the small metal tube now out of his pocket and rolling between his fingers. " if its just a silly trinket, darling - why does it matter if the twins had it? " raising a brow, he took a small step closer to her, his eyes transfixed on her pale lips. he knew what it was - what it was for. and he couldn't help but want to see the bright colour adorning her lips.

kas knew that they shouldn't have snuck her belongings away from her, but the metal tube had been calling to them. Almost begging to be taken. so, having very little impulse control, bash had swiped it when wendys back was turned. when she attempted to swipe it back, kas held it high, far out of her reach. " do you honestly think we would ruin it on you, wendy bird? " with a smirk on his lips, he tossed the tube to his brother, whom caught it easily. with a smirk mirroring that of his twin, bash waved the small metal tube above her head. " say pretty please and we may be willing to give it back. "

Her hands fell to her hips and a look of 'don't try me' spread across her features. Her eyes locked on her memory. Her mother's eyes flashed in her mind. There was no patience, the kind she had carried so gracefully before. Wendy had always played things cautiously when it came to the Lost Boys. However, this time was different. This time, the boys had crossed a line with the girl and the unfortunate bit is that they hadn't even realized. "It is mine! I do not beg for things to which I already claim possession. Now, if you wish to eat supper tonight," Her brows raised, and she finally pulled her gaze away and met their eye. Wendy held out her hand, waiting. "I said, give it back."

perking a brow, bashs eyes flashed up to his twin before dropping back down to the girl. " you aren't the only one who can cook, wendy bird. how do you think we survived before you got here? get a better threat. " raising the tube higher, he chuckled before throwing it back toward his brother, not noticing the other presence who'd entered the room. when an arm shot out and a hand closed around the case, bash took an automatic step back, his eyes flitting to the other man. " are you boys not being nice to wendy? " a smirk on the older mans lips as he looked down at wendy, he slipped the case into the pocket of his pants. " thank you for bringing this to my attention, regardless. wendy, please come with me. "

"None of it matters now," Yet the feeling sat in Wendy's heart and burned like a fire. "Everyone is equal in the end."

smoke hung in the air, curling from his lips as he surveyed her pretty face, his body language portraying nonchalance and boredom. " you're wrong, darling. not all equal. not even close. " pan was a god. birthed from an island. better than everyone else. but deep down, still a scared little boy