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storypaint) wrote2009-01-07 12:50 pm
storypaint) wrote2009-01-07 12:50 pm
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Straight On (Wendy gen)
Title: Straight On
Day/Theme: Oct 9 // same time, same place
Series: Disney's Peter Pan
Character/Pairing: Wendy gen
Rating: G
Excerpt: Sometimes she dreamed of it anyway-- only when she slept, because Wendy Darling was a practical young woman and there was no point in getting her hopes up for a boy who would never grow up.
She remembered the way to Neverland, the words he spoke in that smart voice of his, but she was nearly 13 already-- too old for a place like that. She remembered how it felt to fly, and the jingling of fairy voices and several small children who really did need mothers.
But she had duties-- there was school to consider, and her own family, and if she wasn't around to be a good example for the boys, then who would be? She had her place. It wasn't in Neverland.
Sometimes she dreamed of it anyway-- only when she slept, because Wendy Darling was a practical young woman and there was no point in getting her hopes up for a boy who would never grow up. She was growing every second. But in her dreams, she was young and his hand was warm and they could go straight on 'til morning-- past morning-- on the weight of one good memory.
She tried not to think about it very much when she was awake, but sometimes she opened the window at night and lay down in bed, watching the shadows play across the room until she finally fell asleep.
She knew he wouldn't come-- the boy frozen in time-- because she wasn't in the nursery anymore and he would never find her here.
Day/Theme: Oct 9 // same time, same place
Series: Disney's Peter Pan
Character/Pairing: Wendy gen
Rating: G
Excerpt: Sometimes she dreamed of it anyway-- only when she slept, because Wendy Darling was a practical young woman and there was no point in getting her hopes up for a boy who would never grow up.
She remembered the way to Neverland, the words he spoke in that smart voice of his, but she was nearly 13 already-- too old for a place like that. She remembered how it felt to fly, and the jingling of fairy voices and several small children who really did need mothers.
But she had duties-- there was school to consider, and her own family, and if she wasn't around to be a good example for the boys, then who would be? She had her place. It wasn't in Neverland.
Sometimes she dreamed of it anyway-- only when she slept, because Wendy Darling was a practical young woman and there was no point in getting her hopes up for a boy who would never grow up. She was growing every second. But in her dreams, she was young and his hand was warm and they could go straight on 'til morning-- past morning-- on the weight of one good memory.
She tried not to think about it very much when she was awake, but sometimes she opened the window at night and lay down in bed, watching the shadows play across the room until she finally fell asleep.
She knew he wouldn't come-- the boy frozen in time-- because she wasn't in the nursery anymore and he would never find her here.
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How depressing, this was.
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