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07 october . peter pan . all men are boys at heart
Title: all men are boys at heart
Day/Theme: 7 oct // a light called you
Series: peter pan
Character/Pairing: wendy, the husband
Notes: pg for implied creepiness. oh, and! i forgot before, but here is a link to my oct 5 piece, because i was uncool and didn't submit it in time over here, if you're at all interested!
Wendy grew up to be a lovely and sweet lady, and enjoyed all the charm that being an upperclass English woman brought in those days. And, as the saying goes, she married a man very much like her father, if she would know it. He had dark hair that would've arranged itself in tangles were it not finely groomed every day by a devoted servant, and intense blue eyes that were always drifting away from her, thinking of places she could not imagine. His image seemed very handsome and pocket very deep, and Wendy's friend envied her luck, and her family was very happy for her.
"Is he dependable and strong?" Her fourteen brothers asked sternly, looking at their watches for the time.
"Very," she sang.
"Is he wealthy and hardworking?" Her father questioned from behind his newspaper.
"Extraordinarily," Wendy smiled.
"Is he caring? Does he love?" Her mother took her hands and looked into her daughter's face earnestly.
"Very much so," Wendy said, and her mother cried.
On the first anniversary of their wedding day, Wendy found her husband standing before their nursery window, staring out at the sky with blue eyes alight in a feverish telling way.
"Is there something there?" She slipped shyly by his side, such a young and lovely wife, and he paid no attention.
"Just a trick of the light," He replied, his blue eyes searching the heavens. "Or a trick. Or a light."
"Hm," and she closed the window and took him away by the hand, giggling, to their bed.
On their second anniversary, her husband fell sick and retired early to bed, but Wendy went to the nursery to see to baby Jane and thought she heard giggling, or a wicked laugh, more like, from beyond the window. It gave her a terrible fright, and she locked the window from then on, even in the stifling summer heat when Jane cried and cried and would not be heard.
On the third anniversary, it was night and the moon looked very large when Wendy's husband took flight.
"What are you doing?" She cried upon seeing his thin, lanky legs on the ledge, and Jane in her arms began screaming and throwing a fit.
"I belong with the fairies, Wendy." He solemnly explained, and spread his arms. "I need my mother, the Fairy Queen, Wendy. I am going to meet her and my father the Fairy King, and I will always remember you when telling stories."
He turned and flew; there was a light that danced by his head as he jumped from the window, and Wendy screamed the whole time as he took his rapid ascent to the skies.
*
Day/Theme: 7 oct // a light called you
Series: peter pan
Character/Pairing: wendy, the husband
Notes: pg for implied creepiness. oh, and! i forgot before, but here is a link to my oct 5 piece, because i was uncool and didn't submit it in time over here, if you're at all interested!
Wendy grew up to be a lovely and sweet lady, and enjoyed all the charm that being an upperclass English woman brought in those days. And, as the saying goes, she married a man very much like her father, if she would know it. He had dark hair that would've arranged itself in tangles were it not finely groomed every day by a devoted servant, and intense blue eyes that were always drifting away from her, thinking of places she could not imagine. His image seemed very handsome and pocket very deep, and Wendy's friend envied her luck, and her family was very happy for her.
"Is he dependable and strong?" Her fourteen brothers asked sternly, looking at their watches for the time.
"Very," she sang.
"Is he wealthy and hardworking?" Her father questioned from behind his newspaper.
"Extraordinarily," Wendy smiled.
"Is he caring? Does he love?" Her mother took her hands and looked into her daughter's face earnestly.
"Very much so," Wendy said, and her mother cried.
On the first anniversary of their wedding day, Wendy found her husband standing before their nursery window, staring out at the sky with blue eyes alight in a feverish telling way.
"Is there something there?" She slipped shyly by his side, such a young and lovely wife, and he paid no attention.
"Just a trick of the light," He replied, his blue eyes searching the heavens. "Or a trick. Or a light."
"Hm," and she closed the window and took him away by the hand, giggling, to their bed.
On their second anniversary, her husband fell sick and retired early to bed, but Wendy went to the nursery to see to baby Jane and thought she heard giggling, or a wicked laugh, more like, from beyond the window. It gave her a terrible fright, and she locked the window from then on, even in the stifling summer heat when Jane cried and cried and would not be heard.
On the third anniversary, it was night and the moon looked very large when Wendy's husband took flight.
"What are you doing?" She cried upon seeing his thin, lanky legs on the ledge, and Jane in her arms began screaming and throwing a fit.
"I belong with the fairies, Wendy." He solemnly explained, and spread his arms. "I need my mother, the Fairy Queen, Wendy. I am going to meet her and my father the Fairy King, and I will always remember you when telling stories."
He turned and flew; there was a light that danced by his head as he jumped from the window, and Wendy screamed the whole time as he took his rapid ascent to the skies.
*