"Do you trust me?"

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        He always preached belief. One needed to believe to be able to do anything. More importantly, people needed to believe in him. But how was Pan supposed to make that happen when there he stood in front of a young woman with his lips pressed into a thin line? The air around her was far from human. That much he could deduce almost immediately. His eyes narrowed in her direction as he examined every nook and cranny of her figure in a manner far from perverse. If she was any threat at all, she’d be a small one, that was a given. 

        With a hesitant nod he slipped his hands into the pocket of his worn out jeans. “Well you don’t seem like you’re going to be giving me much of an option to say no..” 

Send me a sentence for my muse's reaction

"Are you crazy?”
"Are you even listening to me?"
"Are you even listening to yourself?"
"Are you sure they won’t find out?”
"Are you sure this is legal?”
"Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”
"Are you threatening me?"
"Be mine."
"Can you be anymore obvious?"
"Do I know you?"
"Do you love me?"
"Do you remember this?"
"Do you trust me?"
"Don’t go."
"Don’t let me die"
"Don’t look at me like that."
"Don’t make me beg.”
"Don’t you dare come near me!"
"Don’t you dare."
"Explain yourself."
"For you, I would _____"
"Give it back."
"Give me another chance."
"Have you ever even done this before?"
"How drunk are you right now?"
"I already regret this."
"I am not wearing that.”
"I can’t believe you missed that."
"I can’t do this anymore."
"I can’t even look at you."
"I could kill you!"
"I dare you." or "I dare you to _____."
"I didn’t do it.""
"I didn’t know you could do that."
"I don’t want to look at you right now.”
"I guess this is goodbye.”
"I hate you."
"I have to go."
"I just want to cuddle."
"I know your secret.”
"I love you, but I really wish I didn’t.”
"I love you."
"I miss you so very much."
"I missed you."
"I need a drink."
"I need a hug."
"I never really loved you."
"I owe you."
"I think I broke it."
"I think I’m falling in love with you. "
"I think I’m forgetting something."
"I think it’s broken.”
"I trust you."
"I want to be yours."
"I want to try this thing I read in a book.”
"I want you. Naked. In my bed. Now."
"I’ll be there in five minutes.”

”This is really inappropriate.”
"I’m all for spicing thing’s up, but isn’t this a bit much?”
"I’m bad for you.”
"I’m dying."
"I’m going to be sick."
"I’m not speaking to you anymore."
"I’m pregnant and it’s yours."
"I’ve never heard that one before."
"If you stay quiet, no one will know.”
"Is that my shirt?"
"It was me"
"It’s so beautiful.”
"It’s time to choose.”
"Just five more minutes."
"Just go."
"Just leave me alone."
"Just let me die."
"Just relax."
"Just what did we do last night?"
"Kiss me you idiot."
"Kiss me."
"Like you even care."
"Little too late, don't you think?"
"Make me."
"Marry me?"
"My Parents don’t know"
"My parents know.""
"Never again."
"Nh, don’t be so rough!"
"No, that can’t be my baby."
"No! You can’t die on me now!"
"Obviously there is something between us."
"Of all the things i've heard, that hurt the most."
"Put it away.”
"Put your trousers on!"
"Put. The. Weapon. Down."
"Quiet, I am trying to think."
"Relax, I have a plan."
"Really?"
"Shut up and listen."
"Take responsibility."
"That isn’t mine."
"That looked easier on TV."
"That sounds painful."
"That was a bad plan."
"That’s mine!”
"That’s the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard."
"They’re coming.”
"This seems familiar."
"This stays between us."
"Truth hurts, don’t it?"
"Unbelievable. I can't believe you right now."
"Very good, you had me fooled."
"Want to hear a secret?"
"We need to talk."
"We’re moving too fast.”
"Well that was unexpected."
"What are we doing here?"
"What are you afraid of?"
"What are you touching?"
"What are you?"
"What do you need?"
"What happened to you?"
"What have I done this time?"
"What if someone catches us?”
"What sort of noise was that?”
"What the hell do you think you’re doing?"
"What were you thinking?"
"Where are my clothes?"
"Where did you find this?"
"Where do you even find this sort of thing?”
"Where were you?"
"Who’d have guessed you could pull such a face?”
"Why are you wearing that?"
"Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am."
"You could have died!”
"You could have killed someone!"
"You coward."
"You don’t need to be so gentle.”
"You drive me crazy!"
"You have ten minutes, so make it quick.”
"You lied to me!"
"You mean everything to me."
"You owe me."
"You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!"
"You’re all out of ____."
"You’re an idiot.”
"You’re bad for me.”
"You’re dead to me."
"You’re pregnant and It’s mine"
"You’re really good at this…”
"You’re so weird.""
"You’re under arrest."

elxktra:

  The bastard snuck passed her once, she wouldn’t allow for him to do so again. She stopped when she sensed him just beyond the shadows, her fingers tightening their grip on the sais in her hand. “Who are you?” She asked, venom dripping from each word. Her feet spread slightly, ready to launch herself at the strange man if needed. “Why do you follow me?”

  Ever sense her failed mission to kill a man she once knew, Elektra spared the lives of innocents. Only killing those who deserved death. Because she knew nothing of the man before her, whether he be innocent or not, she kept from making any attack. Despite the darkness casted over his face, she could clearly make out his features. He didn’t seem familiar and also didn’t seem like the type to enjoy murders, so she was confused as to why he complimented her on her work. “You have a minute to answer me. If not, you will met your end.”

        〖 • • • 

        “You tell me,” Was his direct answer. Who was he besides the boy who plagued the dreams of all at the peak of their youth? Of course, not many adults remembered that anymore, and he didn’t blame them. Peter Pan was a reminder of times they could never have again, and a reminder that they were withering away as the hands of time ticked forward. Rather than answering her first question he continued towards her second. He wasn’t afraid of what she was able to do to him, even though he probably should be. Pan didn’t know how far his magic could go in this realm just yet, but he’d attain a few battle scars to test it out if he had to.

        No one in their right mind would walk forward like he did. He circled the female once, examining her stance, her tense muscles, every inch of her that seemed on edge. Was she that afraid now that he knew her secret? A soft laugh rolled off his tongue as he innocently raised his hands in the air, palms facing forward. “Why did I follow you? Cause you seemed interesting and I was bored. There’s no other reason. Why else would I follow you? To uncover your secrets? To expose you to the world and watch you rot behind the bars of a jail?” A scoff followed by a roll of his eyes. “I don’t care about any of that. You run along with your business, and I’ll watch from the sidelines.” 

» out of pixie dust:

Got around to making an about page. Just follow the arrows here. Currently working on a plots page and a self para. 

rosabellae:

Let’s go watch a movie!" That was what her boss had said the day before, grinning one of those killer smiles that nobody could refuse despite her middled age. Rosabella confirmed once more that her boss in her younger years was the absolute magnet for other young people with a smile like that — and because she couldn’t turn down her boss, nor a night out instead of being kept in her condo complex, she was found there. Absolutely alone and lost in a cinema, waiting.

Her eyes were caught on the bright boards that were displaying popcorn and drinks, plus other sweet treats she didn’t even know existed. Her eyes squinted due to the fine print at the bottom of them, so she — give or take — blindly stepped forward, only to knock right into someone. She saw the blur of their popcorn bag drop to the floor, and gawked at it when it seemed undamaged. Though, Rosabella’s cheeks flushed embarrassingly, simply due to the situation. “I apologize, I sincerely do.” She bowed her head, even if the annoyed and slightly incoherent grumbling belonged to a mere boy. A person was a person, and it was her own wrong doing. Crouching down, she carefully retrieved the bag for the other, and held it up, eyes averted. “Here you go, sir.”

       〖 • • • 

        He hadn’t noticed the female with her locks curtaining her features. Instead, he crouched down as soon as she did. He hadn’t truly meant for her to feel so bad about the happening, it was simply in the heat of the moment that his anger had got the best of him. Pan’s fingers brushed against her own and it was then that he froze in his spot. His eyes fell upon familiar features and in a mere second he was thrown back into the depths of Neverland. He was trudging through the forest, swatting away the branches that scraped against his skin as the hoots and cheers of the lost boys behind him gave him further courage. In another second, he was at the edge of a pond, seated upon a rock as he watched the female run about laughing as the fairies sung their high pitched melodies.

        “Rose?” The name stuck in the back of his throat. A foreign flavour that hadn’t found home on his tongue for far too many years. He couldn’t remember the last time he had seen the woman, and to find her on a place like this? A place like Earth? Unbelievable. Pan wasn’t usually one for affection, but desperation had won him over and the smallest sign of home compelled him to act out of character. Letting the popcorn topple to the side, he grabbed the smaller figure by the shoulders only to pull her up and into a tight embrace. 

〖 tachimei 

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       He didn’t understand why she wouldn’t get the message. His hand was outstretched, and right in the midst sat a small pawn, a white knight specifically. When his patience grew thin, he stared straight at her nothing but a hiss leaving his lips.

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seollis:

+ pancosm kaioux formulistic

silence swept across the street along with a soothing breeze which caught her hair and for a moment blinded her view of the traffic. the short moment of lostness caused her clumsy body to stumble upon the pavement and fall forwards only to drop her pile of books on top of another person’s feet. the pain she probably caused the other wouldn’t last long but she still knew it must’ve been surprisingly unpleasant to receive a stack of books dropped onto one’s feet for no reason at all. “oh sweet potatoes— i am so sorry! please do not get upset with me, i swear it was nothing but an accident!”

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        〖 • • • 

        He was still getting used to the streets of Seoul. He’d never found himself wandering the area for over a night, and navigating through it in the morning seemed much more difficult than he had thought it would be. The soles of his shoes padded against the pavement as he weaved through the people, making his way over to a less busy portion of town – one where he could breathe without engulfing cologne, cigarettes and the smell of drowned hopes. Just when he thought he’d be able to relax, he found his attention caught by a sudden toppling female. Adrenaline kicked in, and he made the stack of books immediately lightless before they fell onto his toe. The paperbacks bounced off his shoe and for a moment, his expression was completely plain until he realized he was supposed to have felt some sort of pain. A soft “oh” left his lips followed by a believable act of wincing and cursing.

        “It’s fine, it’s fine!” He said hurriedly, continuing his act of being injured for a moment longer. He glanced up at the female before him, his hair curtaining his features before he stood up and swept his locks to the side. “I won’t get upset with you, but on one condition.” A small grin crept up his lips before he chimed, “Buy me a lollipop and we’re back on good terms.”

〖 notbjooscarletxichoronceuponaxtaemtigrestaleternalblxzemunoiresleeplessminkikmortale

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        He’d heard various myths about the creatures. A young Chinese boy had once told him they were the product of burning grass. Pan highly doubted that, but he humoured the lost boy till he ran back off into the forest. Another boy, this time Japanese, told him that they were the souls of the dead. He didn’t believe that either. Pan had seen spirits, ghosts, whatever people preferred to call them and these tiny little insects couldn’t be that at all. The myths continued to get more morbid, the most recent one he had heard had been from a boy from England. He told Pan that in history class his old teacher (one he always complained about) said they were a sign of death. So of course, the entire area around the campfire had fallen into complete chaos when one ended up landing on the boy’s shoulder. Pan did nothing but roar with laughter. He loved fireflies, he’d never get enough of them.

        That was why he sat in the park with a cloud of the flickering bugs hovering near him. The spell he had placed on the insects wasn’t one that would harm them, but simply draw them towards his presence. He was the honey, and they were the flies. It was as simple as that. His lips had parted into a bright grin, one that could light up the vicinity even more than the cloud of bugs could. His irises gleamed with fascination and a song he’d heard recently rolled off his lips, voice screaming to the heavens hoping that he was alone in the park.

        “’Cause I’d get a thousand hugs from ten thousand lightning bugs as they tried to teach me how to dance!”

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