Twilight

“Run, run lost boy, they say to me, away from all of reality.” Twilight Real Name: Raleigh Carrigan Neverland Archer First Female Lost Boy Peter Pan Roleplay AU Storyline Mature, Dark & Triggering Content Open to Storylines & Banter

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Debut Solo

— matter, we were in this together. I reached for his hand and gave it a squeeze. We were lost boys, and lost boys like us, were free.

— over us. Soaring up higher and higher, with Peter at my side, heading for the second star on the right. “We got this, Twilight, just you and I.” He held out his hand to me, I gave him a soft smile and a gentle nod. I would always have his back, no —

— in front of the window, laughing his head off. Tinkerbell wasn't happy with either of us. Letting out a laugh, I jumped up onto the windowsill and leaped into the night sky. Glancing up at the stars, as my arms came out and Tinkbell threw more fairy dust —

— hands raised and I pressed them into his back, pushing him out of the window. I heard, Tinkerbell screech in my ear. “PETER!!!!!!” Before jumping off my shoulder and flying after him, but he was already flying up into the sky and doing loops —

— He trailed off as he looked over at the girl, before looking at me softly. “She isn't going to make it, Twilight, and no amount of thimbles is going to change that.” He knew well, too well, and I didn't like it, and before I knew it both my —

— children at heart, for adults who died peacefully and this was their type of heaven, or for the adults that visited Neverland when they were children. It was a wonderful existence, if you just dared to dream. “I know that. But I also know you.....” —

— no one is taking the lost boys from you.” My brow at him. Neverland was peaceful, not a single problem arose. There were adults and people of all ages in Neverland, it wasn't exclusive place for children. It was more like a heaven, for the adults who were —

— still acted like a child, he was a lost boy through and through. “Let's go, she isn't ready, Twilight.” I gave her a nod and turned, heading to the window to join Peter. “About time.” I poked my tongue out at him. “Neverland isn't going anywhere, Pan, —

— throwing Peter some metres before he landed on concrete. He died instantly and Tinkerbell came for him. Making him the first lost boy. He was allowed to grow up, but once he reached sixteen years old, he stopped growing physically, but mentally he never fully grew up, he —

— growing up.” I saw her nod, her small yellow wings causing a tiny breeze against my ear. Tinkerbell told me what happened to Peter. His buggy rolled down a hill when he was in the park with his mother one day when he was a few months old. It crashed and tipped, —

— could hear Peter whistling on the windowsill getting agitated. “You know he fears growing up if he stays away too long.” She said softly, and I gave her a small nod, a sigh quickly followed. “I know Tink, but he doesn't realise that without a miracle, he is never —

— symbol to many as a kiss, but also a token of love. This little girl was loved, and one day she was going to be a lost boy, just like me, just like Peter. I just preferred them to get better. I took a step back, just as I felt Tinkerbell perch on my shoulder. I —