Falling {Robbie Kay//Peter Pan}

Falling {Robbie Kay//Peter Pan}

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"I'm simply broken." I whispered into the night. Peter brought up his hand and placed two fingers under my chin to push my head up so he can look at me. "My darling not all broken thing are useless." A single tear falls from my glossy eyes. His thumb gently crests my cheek, wiping away the tear. After his actions are complete we make eye contact. He inches his face close to mine, his eyes flickering from my lips back up to my eyes. Peter then closes the gap between our lips with a single, soft kiss. "Broken crayons still color." Peter says simply, then cups my face and places another kiss upon my forehead.
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"Davis, take her to the cage." Pan then turns and strides away. "Yes, sir," Davis replies while smirking at me. Despite my protests, he roughly grabs my arm and hauls me away from the group of boys and into the surrounding forest. I wait until I'm sure we are out of earshot before I make my move. I stamp on his foot hard. He winces and loosens his grip just enough for me to break free. I then kick him in his midsection causing him to lose his balance and snatch his spear away. I use the blade to slice the ropes binding my wrists and before Davis has time to call for help, I knock him out with one swing of the weapon. His unconscious form slumps to the ground and lays motionless at my feet. I grimace. He's going to have a huge lump on his head when he comes around. "Sorry Davis," I whisper and I take off into the woods. Peter Pan brought me to Neverland for a reason, but he's forgotten one very important detail. I've been here before.

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