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Jamie ([personal profile] lost_boy) wrote2019-10-06 05:53 pm
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forever a lost boy

I woke with a start, my eyes open suddenly, instantly awake and without the slightest bit of grogginess that sometimes followed me into the morning. In Darrow, I had allowed myself to relax. When I slept, especially the nights I snuck into Eddie's room, I slept heavily. I slept like someone who felt safe, but this morning as I came awake, I knew everything had changed.

Somehow, I had known it even before my eyes were open, but now that they were, I could see everything in the dim sunlight that filtered in through the roots of the tree.

Slowly I sat up. The animal skins and furs piled on top of me fell away and it was a strange sort of relief to discover I was still wearing the t-shirt and striped pyjamas pants I had fallen asleep in. If nothing else, that meant Darrow hadn't been a dream, I hadn't gone there in my mind in some desperate attempt to escape Peter. Darrow was real and I was no longer there.

The very thought of it broke my heart.

I inhaled shakily, stifling the sob that wanted to slip out, then looked to my left. If I was here, it would be time to wake the other boys. Time to tell them what Peter was really like, but as I reached for the shape I thought would be Charlie or Nod or Crow, I realized the person lying next to me was familiar, but not for the reasons I would have thought.

I gaped at them, then turned to my other side and flung back the animal furs. I stood, stepping over shapes, pulling back the furs and skins so I could see those around me and another sob almost slipped out of me as I realized I wasn't alone. My friends were here. My friends from Darrow. I was overwhelmed with relief and gratitude for just a second before an absolute terror the likes of which I had only felt once before replaced my pleasure.

If they were here, they weren't safe. Not a single one of them. Peter would know I cared for them far more than I could ever care for him. He would see them as a threat.

As if my very thoughts had summoned him, a shape from the other end of the tree moved. Peter, holding a sharp blade in one hand and a rough piece of wood he'd been carving in the other, stepped into the midst of bodies, most of them still groggy, having just been pulled from sleep. He looked them over, a king surveying his domain, then smiled at me.

His teeth were perfect, tiny white pearls; his baby teeth. The ones I had knocked out the last time I'd seen him.

"Hullo, Jamie," he said cheerfully. "Welcome home."

[Initial post for anyone under 18. Feel free to use this for explanations, adventure, run-ins with fairies or mermaids or Peter, who will be outwardly cool to everyone, but won't be violent yet. In a few days I'll post a new top level for Jamie and Peter's fight.]
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[personal profile] finally_ahead 2019-10-25 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
Stan stares back at the kid, feeling his skin crawl. For a moment, the look he's getting makes him actually reach for the back of his head in case someone tries to grab the kippah that's not really there. It's the same feeling he'd get from Bowers.

The feeling scares him, of course, just like the change in surroundings scare him, but Jamie's here and he can tell that Richie and Bev are here too, at least. With the time they'd all left him so fresh in his mind, Stan can't help but connect the two. He can't help but think that at least Jamie made it so Stan could come too, somehow.

It means that even though Stan's scared, he still fixes the weird kid with an irritated look, and then follows Jamie out, gulping in fresh air when he crawls into the light.

"What's happening?"
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[personal profile] finally_ahead 2019-10-27 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Stan knows he should be, at minimum, terrified and furious that this would happen to them, to him, but then he realizes that Jamie's the one dreaming it, just like Richie's girlfriend had. For a moment, he can't be scared or mad at all. Instead, he launches his arms around Jamie gratefully.

"You brought me with you," he says, his tone unsure but definitely something brighter than it had been. "I came with you guys, you brought me along." Stan finds that he feels a little like crying, but it's not the fucking time. He steps back from Jamie, the wheels turning in his head.

"Wait. London. Peter. This whole-- growing up thing-- is that--" He turns to look back at the tree. "Was that Peter Pan?"
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[personal profile] finally_ahead 2019-11-03 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
"I always thought that story was fucking weird," Stan says, part stubborn loyalty and part complete irritation. "He's-- there's something weird, and not just that he's a creepy little asshole. I mean, you know that, right? Like there were some really fucked up kids in Derry, you could just feel them thinking their evil shitty thoughts."

He crosses his arms, working himself into the full on annoyance and trepidation that had marked his summer.

"Is that why he was so weird about you?" Stan suddenly looks horrified. "Did he kidnap you?"