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- Joined
- Jan 16, 2009
- Location
- USA | East Coast
A Fairy And Her Wish
---Peter Pan//Tinkerbell---
Tinkerbell had never really thought about what she wanted. She would always just tag along with Peter Pan and the Lost Boys, helping them on their little adventures. She was so small she could only hold one emotion at a time, so since she was always consumed by the feeling of either being free or rushing adrenaline from the mishaps the Lost Boys and Peter were always getting into, she never gave a second thought to much else. Well, at least until one night when she was tucking herself into her little clock tower of a room. As she lay there, giving off a faint glow she peered out of the clock and looked down at a sleeping Peter Pan. She couldn't hold back a smile and a wave of happiness consumed her body.
Peter Pan was a terrific lad, and though he never wanted to grow up, he had let himself do such just a little. He was now just at the age of eighteen, and the Lost Boys had followed his lead letting themselves grow up a bit as well so that the majority of them were sixteen and fifteen. Tink had always been seventeen, so it was nice to see that all of them were a little more mature and closer to her age now. She had always been like a mother figure among them, but now that was changing. And as she looked down upon the sleeping Peter Pan she could feel something else was changing as well.
As she gazed with her big blue eyes a different kind of feeling began to wash over her. She gave a very slight frown and pushed her tiny tissue-like blanket away from her small body. She crawled to the end of her 'room' and leaned forward, tiny hands on the edge of the door leading out. Tinkerbell narrowed her eyes curiously and leaned forward. Such action caused her to tumble out from the clock room and land beside Peter with a soft thump. She shook her head, fairy dust sparkling off her body, and leaving a thin trace of it layered on the sheet. She glanced worriedly at the teen hoping she hadn't woken him with her bright shining in the middle of the night.
Seeing as how she hadn't landed on him, he had barely noticed, and only stirred slightly. She scurried closer to him, and sat herself near his chest. She could feel the warmth radiating off his larger frame, and couldn't help the feeling of intense warmth take over her small body. She sighed, as if now content, and sprawled herself against his sheets getting comfortable rather quickly. Next to Peter Pan's warm body Tinkerbell began to relax and slowly drift off to sleep. Her wings fluttered every so often through the night, and her small glowing body didn't glow too bright for it to be a distraction.