(I hope this is okay!)
The Lost Boys were as energetic as ever, Peter realized with a laugh as he engaged them with a game of hide-and-seek. He was considered it, but he was almost certain that he would get bored with it before he even started; that was usually what happened. It was something the Lost Boys were used to, though, so they never held it against him - not that it would matter, since he was considered 'father' to them.
After he finished counting, he called out a quick, "Ready or not, here I come!" But, as he expected, he didn't even bother to go searching for his little friends. They'd forgive him, he was sure, and, looking to Tink, he grinned before he flew off.
At first, he wasn't entirely sure where he was going, but he knew that he wanted a bit of amusement for now. And, where was a better place to get amusement than to watch the mermaids argue with one another, usually over him? As he approached the mermaid lagoon, he took note of the mermaids there, most of whom he knew.
"Peter!" he was greeted almost immediately, the mermaids swimming over to the boulder that he sat on. "It's been a long time. Where have you been?"
"Oh, around," Peter hummed out in response. "I've been a bit busy." Not really. He had just been having more fun than usual lately, so he hadn't had much of a reason to come around the lagoon as much. "Did you miss me?"
"Of course!"
"Pascal!" Rapunzel called out as she wandered her tower, brows furrowed. Oh, where was he? Usually, she didn't have a problem finding her small friend, but she was a bit distracted today, for some reason. With a sigh, she plopped down on her bed, only for Pascal to fall onto her lap from the ceiling. Sighing with relief, she stroked his head. "There you are, you had me worried."
She was almost afraid that her dear friend would disappear, that he would go missing one day and she'd never see him again. It was a painful thought, one that was often brought about by the matter of an old friend that she recalled, Jack Frost. Of course, she had decided long ago that he had just been an imaginary friend, that she had been so lonely in that tower that she had just made up a friend of her own.
And, then, one day, he just stopped showing up. So, yes, definitely an imaginary friend; people didn't just stop coming around, right?
Leaning back until she was lying down on the bed, she stared up at the ceiling. "We need something interesting to do today, don't we, Pascal?" Of course, the dear thing couldn't speak back to her, but that didn't stop her from talking to it. At least it nodded in affirmation.
Unfortunately, there wasn't much to do. She had read all of her books too many times. She had baked and eaten whatever she made so much that she didn't even want it anymore. And brushing her hair was just... frustrating.
January 7th, 2015 at 05:33am