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[Feb 4] [Peter Pan] Brightness on the Water
Title: Brightness on the Water
Day/Theme: 4 But to hear the mermaids singing
Series: Peter Pan
Character/Pairing: Captain James Hook
Rating: PG
The Jolly Roger was reflected perfectly in the blue-black ink of the lagoon at midnight. The water was still as a mirror. An especially inebriated pirate might even try to walk on it.
Captain James Hook had not been drinking. He had given his crew triple rum rations early that day so that the worst of their commotion would be over by the time the mermaids came out. His excuse was that his crew would attempt to walk on water if it meant reaching one of the Neverland sirens. It was too early in the season to find a new crew. The truth may have been that he didn’t want one of the unwashed clods ruin it. Even in Neverland, nights like this were rare.
Across the lagoon, there was brightness on the water as the gold-hued mermaid surfaced. Her hair fanned out in the water around her, and she raised her head to sing. Her voice was spectacular, haunting and sweet and terrifying and tempting, but she wasn’t Hook’s favorite. More of the mermaids surfaced, he recognized the redhead and the other, paler blond. Their voices twined into a harmony as inescapable as a steel-woven net.
A dark head appeared to add to the song, and Hook’s eyebrow raised. It wasn’t her either. Three more mermaids later, the one that reminded him of a world left behind appeared. He could barely make out the bright thread of her voice in the song, and the corner of his mouth quirked slightly upward just as his eyebrow had.
When he was at his most frustrated, he sometimes thought he would leave Neverland. He could steal enough magic to be unstoppable in the other world of grown ups. It wasn’t just pride and revenge that kept him in Neverland, though. He had run away from the world too, and as hard-hearted and black-souled as he might have been, both of those things had led him here. Maybe it was the little things of Neverland that always convinced him to stay.
Day/Theme: 4 But to hear the mermaids singing
Series: Peter Pan
Character/Pairing: Captain James Hook
Rating: PG
The Jolly Roger was reflected perfectly in the blue-black ink of the lagoon at midnight. The water was still as a mirror. An especially inebriated pirate might even try to walk on it.
Captain James Hook had not been drinking. He had given his crew triple rum rations early that day so that the worst of their commotion would be over by the time the mermaids came out. His excuse was that his crew would attempt to walk on water if it meant reaching one of the Neverland sirens. It was too early in the season to find a new crew. The truth may have been that he didn’t want one of the unwashed clods ruin it. Even in Neverland, nights like this were rare.
Across the lagoon, there was brightness on the water as the gold-hued mermaid surfaced. Her hair fanned out in the water around her, and she raised her head to sing. Her voice was spectacular, haunting and sweet and terrifying and tempting, but she wasn’t Hook’s favorite. More of the mermaids surfaced, he recognized the redhead and the other, paler blond. Their voices twined into a harmony as inescapable as a steel-woven net.
A dark head appeared to add to the song, and Hook’s eyebrow raised. It wasn’t her either. Three more mermaids later, the one that reminded him of a world left behind appeared. He could barely make out the bright thread of her voice in the song, and the corner of his mouth quirked slightly upward just as his eyebrow had.
When he was at his most frustrated, he sometimes thought he would leave Neverland. He could steal enough magic to be unstoppable in the other world of grown ups. It wasn’t just pride and revenge that kept him in Neverland, though. He had run away from the world too, and as hard-hearted and black-souled as he might have been, both of those things had led him here. Maybe it was the little things of Neverland that always convinced him to stay.