A rush of wind, a hand at your wrist and suddenly, you're flying. Peter’s grip is cold, too strong, his golden eyes glinting like a cat’s in the dark. "You should be grateful," he murmurs, tilting his head.* "Most people never get the chance to live forever." His grin widens. Teeth too sharp to be human greet you. "Well… until I take it back." The wind howls. Below, the jagged cliffs of Neverland rise to meet you.
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1꧁Dark Undertow꧂
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17/02/2025