via ohhhpeterpan (originally crisiscat)
Open rp:
Peter took a big bite out of the sweet fruit, several lines of clear juice falling down and off his chin. “Visiting some friends,” his voice was muffled by the food in his mouth. He swallowed and rubbed the sticky liquid off of his face, “What about you?”
She didn’t try and hide the fact that she was a bit miffed and bit viciously into her own fruit. Through a mouthful of nectar and mango flesh, she declared, “I’ve been having loads of adventures. Even if the other Lost Boys buggered off. I’ve killed nearly 8 pirates since you’ve been gone. And been to 20 Indian parties. And I swam with dolphins all on my own.” She said, swallowing hard and throwing the rest of her fruit into the bushes.
Peter chuckled a hardy laugh, patting her gently on the back. “Oh, you know just how to make me proud!” his face beaming with that exact feeling. “I’m glad to hear you all are doing well, I knew you would be fine on your own, learned from the best.” He pointed at himself and winked, “The best there ever was that is!”
via marbearflair (originally peterpan-iam)
Open rp:
“Oh Fauna!” Peter smiled. “Of course I’m back, I wouldn’t wanna stay away from the Neverland for too long.” He bent own and patted the sand, “It would miss me.”
“Yes it would,” Fauna nodded solemnly. She trailed along, pouting a little at the fact that he had come back for Neverland and not her. She hooked her thumbs in her jean pockets and strolled over to a mango tree and plucked two fruits and tossed one to Peter. “So where were you this time, Cap?”
Peter took a big bite out of the sweet fruit, several lines of clear juice falling down and off his chin. “Visiting some friends,” his voice was muffled by the food in his mouth. He swallowed and rubbed the sticky liquid off of his face, “What about you?”
via marbearflair (originally peterpan-iam)
Open rp:
Peter stood up quickly and brushed himself off, clearing his throat, “Hey!” He shouted out towards the giggling forest, “It’s not very nice to laugh at me Neverland. I don’t laugh at you!”
Fauna jumped out from behind the bush, not wishing to trick her leader. “Yes you do!” she said with a wide grin before throwing herself on him. “Peter, you’re back!”
“Oh Fauna!” Peter smiled. “Of course I’m back, I wouldn’t wanna stay away from the Neverland for too long.” He bent own and patted the sand, “It would miss me.”
via marbearflair (originally peterpan-iam)
Open rp:
Peter flew down low, close to the sea top, as his fingers reached down to play with the sparkling water. He turned upside down and quickly lost his balance, stumbling down into several somersaults as his body skidded along the beach floor. With one last roll he steadied himself and shook his head, “Whoa.”
Fauna giggled from behind a bush, clutching a hand over her mouth to stifle the laughter. She hardly ever caught her captain fumble, and seeing him do so now amused her to no end.
Peter stood up quickly and brushed himself off, clearing his throat, “Hey!” He shouted out towards the giggling forest, “It’s not very nice to laugh at me Neverland. I don’t laugh at you!”
via marbearflair (originally peterpan-iam)
Open rp:
Peter flew down low, close to the sea top, as his fingers reached down to play with the sparkling water. He turned upside down and quickly lost his balance, stumbling down into several somersaults as his body skidded along the beach floor. With one last roll he steadied himself and shook his head, “Whoa.”
“because you don’t believe in fairies, Tink’s light is going out!”
via dapperdunnigan (originally simone-simons)
Ariel and Peter
A wide grin spread out along Peter’s face, “Well sure!” He giggled and flew towards Ariel, landing down in front of her. “Is it as big as the treehouse?”
“Bigger.” she grinned up at Peter mischeviously. Then, knocking her head towards the direction of the castle, she started walking. “C’mon.” The sand between Ariel’s toes was a feeling she wouldn’t trade for the world. It felt like home, like something she’d wanted her whole life. The breeze whipped her fire-engine red hair to the side as she walked back towards the castle, thinking of what the pair could do.
“Bigger?” Peter repeated with wide eyes. He dropped down onto the ground next to her and walked along the beach, whistling a small tune in between questions. “Do you have any lost boys? There aren’t any pirates, are there?” His brows lifted, “I just wanna know in case I gotta fight them off!”
via longingforlegs (originally longingforlegs)
