#ouat wendy
“Wendy, I need you again” a lunch monitor spoke quietly to the girl. Wendy looked up from her book to look at the older woman. She let out a small sigh and got up from the tree she was under, she already knew what she was needed for. “I don’t know why he refuses to go to the nurse, he told me he isn’t moving until you fix it” the older woman sighed. It was true for some reason Peter Pan refused to go to the nurse. He only wanted his bird to fix his injuries. Wendy followed the lunch monitor over to the set of benches and there sat an angry looking Peter. “Bird” he grunted. Before walking any closer she looked up at the lunch monitor “I’ll take care of it” she smiled and shuffled over to where Peter was sitting. “What did you do this time?” She asked examining his face cupping it between her tiny hands. “I got in a fight. Some kids were talking about how they pulled your hair and were laughing at you. So I punched one” he growled. She sighed her eyes now focused on his busted lip “stop getting into fights because of me you dummy” she huffed running her thumb lightly across his lip. He winced and her eyes widened “s-sorry! Um so you should be okay” she smiled slightly. “Bird you didn’t kiss it” he frowned at her. Wendy’s heart felt as if it stopped. She always kissed his BooBoos better but this was on his lips. “B-but it’s on your lips” she whispered. “So? Kiss it better bird” he grumbled. “But then then we’d be……” She trailed and brought her voice down to an even lower volume “kissing” she squeaked. “Just kiss it better already” he huffed crossing his arms. She panicked and just kissed her hand and pretty much slapped him in the mouth. “Ow! that hurt!” Peter whined. “I-I-sorry! That was going to be a real kiss and n-no!” She squealed. “It’s just a BooBoo. I wasn’t going to kiss you” he frowned at her. “Kiss this one better now” he grumbled. She sighed, he wasn’t going to let this go. “Where does it hurt” she mumbled. “Are you going to slap me again?” He snapped at her. She pouted “no.”. Then he slowly moved his small hand up and pointed at the right corner of his bottom lip. She repositioned her hands back on his cheeks and leaned down placing her small lips against just that spot of his lips. His eyes widened and his face turned red. She pulled back certain her cheeks were now tainted the same color as his. “I didn’t think you would actually do it” he whispered. “I felt bad” she whispered back and let go of his face. “Don’t get in any more fights moron” she grumbled then walked away, trying to ignore how fast her heart was beating.
The trees seemed to react to his presence.
Every time he was near the dark leafy branches that surrounded her, and from which her cage hung, would sway in a sudden mysterious wind, as if they were being brought to life by the energy that flowed from his very being. This was why, when she noticed the giant leaves at the end of the path moving back and forth, creating a wave of soft wind that travelled down the overgrown trail until it gently rocked her bamboo prison, she knew that he had come to see her.
“Hello,Bird.” He said from below her. Wendy rolled her eyes at the smugness in his voice, choosing not to respond. She knew that would annoy him, and of the few pleasures Wendy experienced in her dreary life, irritating the boy king of Neverland was her favourite. She continued to lay still on her back, diagonally across the square bottom of the cage, enjoying the motion her personal prison as it swayed to and fro in the breeze. “I thought I’d come and pay you a visit.”
How glorious, she thought, to be graced with a visit from such a pretentious little boy. In all honesty, Wendy had grown tired of being afraid of him. Long gone were the days where she would beg to be let out of the cage, to go home to her parents and her brothers. After an unmeasurable length of years on this godforsaken island, the once proper Darling girl from London had lost her ability to care about going home, about the morals her mother had raised her with or even the love they once shared. She never did accept her imprisonment, but Wendy would sooner die than fall at the feet of the boy king again.
