<div style="text-align: center"><b><u>Tink</u></b><br/>
<i>The Starstruck on Wright</i>​</div><br/>The kiss to her cheek sent a warm flush through her once-so-small body and a little shiver ran down her back then out along her wings, filling the air with a whir and a soft jingle of bells.  Tink liked this Peter very very much.  He was happy and joyful and frolicking.  It had been so so long since they’d frolicked.  Maybe once this was all over they could fly to the top of the tallest tree, higher than any of the Boys dared to go, and just<i>be</i>.<br/><br/>The red that took over her body this time was rosier than the angry red.<br/><br/>At first, she was able to keep up with him, scampering and skipping down the sidewalk as he floated and touched down but then he went up, up, up.  Peter loved being Up.  It was the one thing they did together best of all.  Well, and run Neverland.  And steal Boys...even though he did that best of all, far better than she ever could.<br/><br/>Tinkerbell laughed as he laughed, the sound of tinkly jingly bells mixing with the sound of pure joy coming from the skies above her head.  She dashed along the sidewalk, following the trail of flickering lights he was leaving far above her head and darting around the few people out in this weather, their collars turned up against the damp, hands shoved into pockets and shoulders lifted as if they would protect them from the chill.<br/><br/>One of them glanced back over his shoulder as the fairy darted by, blinking and wondering if he’d truly just seen<i>wings</i>.<br/><br/>The laughter stopped.  Had she lost him?  Her eyes darkened to almost black as she turned in place, first this way then that.  Where had Peter gone off to now?  He wouldn’t have left her behind, would he?  He was supposed to be King and she was supposed to be Queen.  The King wouldn’t abandon the Queen...wouldn’t he?<br/><br/>Just as fear was starting to fill every inch of her body, Peter crowed.  Relief flooded her body and brought lightness back to her eyes.  Bending her knees, Tink sprung into the air.  At the top of her leap, her wings opened and kept her aloft as she followed the sound of absolute joy to its source.<br/><br/>Landing silently beside him, Tink tipped her head to touch it to his arm, a quick moment of reassurance that he had not left her or forgotten about her.  “Of course I’m coming along!”  With that, she shoved the door open and marched herself inside, knowing her best friend would follow her, drawn by the chaos and camaraderie inside this strange place.<br/><br/>And what a strange place it was.  Full of bodies and loud music and strange smells and so much fun!  Tink gasped in delight then laughed as she stepped further into the room.  There was just so much to see here!  Like the walls!  They were covered in a giant painting.  A rolling ocean with a great vessel fighting the angry waves, its mostly black flag flapping in a mighty wind, stars in the sky with the second one on the right bigger and brighter than the rest, and a cloud high in the sky over the ship with a shadow of a person standing atop it.<br/><br/>Her eyes, far more golden than they’d ever been, danced over all the people, pausing here and there.  So many men with great full beards and whiskers.  Had they stumbled into a pirate den?  No matter, she and Peter could take on all these pirates and make short work of them!  There were women here though.  Could women be pirates?  She would have to ask Peter later.  He would know.  Peter knew<i>everything</i>.<br/><br/>“Peter, it’s so wonderful,” she breathed out, the chimes in her voice so soft.<br/><br/>“Yer wonderful,” slurred a voice quite near her ear as a heavy arm slung around her neck.  “I like thish … look...you got goin’ on here.”  The man’s words sounded mushy in her ear, just like the pirates when they’d had too much rum.  His breath was sour as it washed over her.  “Yer all<i>sparkly</i>...”<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b><u>Wendy Darling</u></b><br/>
<i>Darling Estate</i>​</div><br/>“Mr, Dameron,” she smirked, “Father won’t like you taking me off the grounds and around ‘real people’.  He prefers to keep me under lock and key in this empty home.”<br/><br/>Wendy was glad for the offer of his arm and so she took it, slipping her hand through and curling her fingers around his arm just below the elbow.  Just as she was settling into the rhythm of walking as a duo, he leaned close to whisper.<i>Others</i>had come close to whisper, their noses skimming over her hair as they breathed her in, their words foul as they dripped into her ears.  Her breath hitched and caught, her spine now ramrod straight as her fingers clenched on his arm.<br/><br/>Not for long though.  She never fought the bad feelings for long.  It was a lesson she’d learned when they kept locking her away.  Listen, do almost what they want, make them think you’re cooperating.  Once upon a time she’d tried her hardest to tell them what they wanted to hear but it was impossible to give up Peter and the wonderful memories even when they tried to drug them out of her mind.<br/><br/>She smiled and ducked her head toward his upper arm, letting her hood hide any lingering shadows of discomfort.  “He’s full of shit, you know.  The money he’s using to pay you is mine.”  The exponential increase in the family’s fortune was all thanks to the tales of Peter Pan and Wendy.  George Darling had been clever with investing the wealth made from his daughter’s ‘delusions’, pretending it was his as he worked his shrewd business deals but she knew the truth...even if she could not touch her own earnings.<br/><br/>As they paused in the doorway, she risked a peek up at him just in time to catch his smile.  The corner of her lips lifted in return as her cheeks grew warm.  James Dameron had a nice smile.<br/><br/>Perhaps that was why she felt the need to warn him as they stepped out of the house, her first half-step tugging him along as they headed toward the car.  “Fog lights won’t help against this.”<br/><br/>As if drawn to her presence, fingers of mist began to wind around her arms and creep up over her shoulders.  She ignored them.  Thick fog curled its way over her neck, curling into a hook that caressed the delicate skin of her throat. Oblivious to the threat lurking so close, Wendy paused next to the car, turning just enough to face him, her eyes wide and earnest, silently pleading with him to believe her, to have the faith in her that no one else had.  The moment hung between them for a handful of heartbeats before she slipped her arm from his so he could open the car door for her and once he had, she settled into the front seat.  “Come on then, Mr. Dameron, let’s go on this awfully big adventure you have planned.”