O'Children (A OUAT Neverland Fanfic)

Chapter 10:Wings

 "We know one another's faults, virtues, catastrophes, mortifications, triumphs, rivalries, desires, and how long we can each hang by our hands to a bar. We have been banded together under pack codes and tribal laws."

- Rose Macaulay

Like a baby bird's torn wings eager to take flight, A doe-eyed bird lays sprawled in her brittle nest, chirping a symphony of sobs, as she curls up into a ball. Her swollen wings have been sprained by the one who promised to teach her how to fly. Now what is she to do?

She's merely a lost little girl.

Nestled at her side, is a boy twice her size, shaggy brown locks covering his hazel eyes, attempting to sooth her with the steady rise and fall of his chest.

Jared.

Her brother.

The only one who's ever seemed to be there for her.

And she loved him like no other. But regardless, Peter Pan broke her heart.

Not because he pulled away with disgust, but because he dared kiss her in the first place.

She was a fragile bird and he, a king.

He should have known better than to toy around with such a vulnerable person.

Mute tears stream down her rosy cheeks, as her brother wraps his arms around her tighter in an attempt to comfort her.

"You shouldn't fall for boys like that, Jane." His voice faltered, visage brushing against her brunette locks.

But he knew it wasn't that which bothered her.

"He touched me. Not just with his hands. But with his-- his spirit." She rambled on, clenching her eyes shut, her tears clouding her vision.

It sounded a cliche, but it was more than true. When you kiss, something just clicks. And the way he looked at her... before and after. She knew she could never be Wendy Darling. She was not some fairy tale character. She was a tragic, tragic girl, who should never be touched.

Jared leaned in to push a lock of hair from her eyes.

"We came here to live, Jane. Not to love. Not to be loved." He shook his head, his hands shying away from her, realising how close they were.

"We love each other. And that's all that matter's, that's all that ever mattered." He breathed.

Her nest was quite a compressed little abode, so they were pressed together, twigs in their hair, dirt staining their knees.

He pressed his hand to her jaw, tracing it with his fingers, her face perfectly reflecting his own.

They were blood. Baby birds from the same nest.

It was only ever them, you see. And now little Jane, so grown, she represented their mother whom everyone in their neighbourhood was mesmerized by her beauty.

Glaring into eachother' s eyes, they took in the foggy reflection, two broken baby birds, two lost children.

But one thing they weren't?

Alone.

And that's what made all the difference.