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Peter Pan (nevergrewup) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2011-12-09 15:04:00

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peter pan, sophia peletier

Who: Peter Pan and Sophia Peletier
Where: Someone's open window.
When: Friday late afternoon.
What: It's an open window. What else is Peter going to do?
Status: In Progress

Peter hated being inside. He couldn't stay in the mansion with Molly for more than a few hours without feeling an overwhelming need to get out from between the four walls. And he kept being chased away from the park ever since they'd found his homemade treehouse. Right now he was strolling down a road with very little idea where he was going, and in all honesty that fact didn't really bother him. It was more exciting when you didn't know where you were going, and this place was so boring anything was a bonus. He didn't think he'd ever been anywhere so dull and stuffed full of really thick adults. People just moaned all the time, about stuff that really didn't matter.

Peter was just kicking a loose pebble along the pavement when he noticed something. A light on, and a window ever so slightly ajar. The fair-haired boy hesitated, then his natural curiousity overtook him and Peter pushed expertly off the earth. He flew quickly through the freezing December air, his cheeks flushing with the cold, and landed a moment later on his toes on the ledge just outside the window frame.

Balanced like an acrobat, Peter peered in through the pane of glass, looking for any sign of life in the room. It appeared to be empty, and he really should have gone, but before Peter knew it he was using nimble fingers to ease the window open properly and slipping inside. He just wanted to look, was all...

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nevergrewup
2011-12-09 05:51 pm UTC (link)

She was shy, Pan realised with a jolt somewhere between amusement and surprise. Who was shy in their own room? He didn't feel shy, and he was the one who'd broken in. Although he was pretty sure it didn't count when the window was already open... And why was she apologising to him? Peter shook his thatch of fair hair from his eyes and frowned across at her, a crease appearing across his young brow.

"Hi," he greeted her once she'd introduced herself. Then the boy shrugged. "I flew up." He gave her a slightly cheeky grin, then lifted both feet off the floor so he was sat cross-legged in mid-air. His eye level hadn't lifted or dropped an inch, but there was a good bit of space suddenly between him and the carpet. Pan drummed his fingers against his knee for a second, then glanced towards the doorway she'd just looked to. "Who're you worried about?"

He wasn't stupid, after all, even if he'd never been to school or had a real lesson in his life. Peter had been alive for long enough to pick up enough experiences, and he guessed she was worried about someone coming in and finding him in here.

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soyounginherway
2011-12-12 04:38 am UTC (link)

Although Sophia had seen many strange and amazing things since arriving in the city, she still managed to be surprised every single time something else came along. It was anyone's guess whether it was due to her humble upbringing, or the fact that the strangest thing in her reality was the dead getting up and walking around and trying to hurt you - which was in no way amazing at all - or because she simply wasn't the sort who ever grew accustomed to the various types of magic that presented itself around her. Whatever the reason, her eyes still widened and a smile spread across her face at the sight of him rising up into the air as though that was a perfectly natural thing for a boy to do.

Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she knew that she'd heard of a boy named Peter who could fly but she couldn't, for the life of her, figure out where she'd heard it before. Not that it mattered, really. Even if she'd somehow recognized him in some capacity, she wasn't the type to point that out. And the thought that maybe she did know who he was didn't stay very firm in her mind at the sight of him in the air, besides.

Too preoccupied with the wonder of what she was witnessing, Sophia covered the distance between them with none of her typical hesitation. "How are you doing that?" she whispered, clearly awestruck as she walked slowly around him before coming to stand directly in front of him once more. Her wide-eyed wonder faded ever so slightly at the reminder that Daryl was just in the other room but even that wasn't enough to fully ruin the moment.

"Daryl," she finally admitted. "He's the man I stay with. I know him, from back home. He's real nice but..." She gnawed anxiously on her lip for a second or two. "I don't much think he'll like a boy bein' in my room and I'm worried he might come in and try to shoot you if he hears us talking."

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nevergrewup
2011-12-12 10:17 am UTC (link)

Peter shrugged. In all honesty he’d been flying for so long he didn’t even think about it any more. It came as naturally as breathing or walking. Of course, the rest of his gang couldn’t fly without Tinks’ help, so it wasn’t like he assumed everyone could do it. But they never looked so surprised. Peter grinned widely in response to Sophia’s own smile, feeling a little bit pleased with himself.

“Starstuff,” he explained, flipping neatly upsidedown and beaming at her from his reversed position. “Makes you fly if you think about good stuff. My friend Tink, back at home, if she was here she could give you some and then you could do it too.” He flipped the right way up, suddenly hit with a wave of homesickness that made him drop several inches, his toes skimming the carpet. Peter sighed and landed, glancing towards the door as she spoke about the man who was looking after her.

“S’okay,” he said. “Grown ups shoot at me all the time. Canons, mostly. Anyway,” he pulled a bit of a face. “Why’d he care about a boy coming in? There’s nothing that exciting in here, is there?” He looked around, half expecting to see a sword or a fire or something he and the Lost boys would have made trouble with. But there was nothing. It was just a bedroom, this kind Peter had seen thousands of before,

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