Time passes much more quickly in Rohandor and many long and happy years have gone by since the characters retired to enjoy their respective 'happily ever afters,' their greatest foes were imprisoned in the Forever Stone, bound in an eternal sleep. Until Now.
Happily Ever Afters takes place in Rohandor, a mystical realm on another plane of existence from our own. Here our favorite Disney heroes and villains live in a world all their own; Alive, but far from well. Heroes and heroines fight to keep peace while newly freed villains seek their revenge. Come join us in an epic adventure as the characters you love clash in a struggle that will determine the fate of Rohandor!
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Peter seemed to be thoroughly surprised by her offer, and a smile touched Belle's lips as she gave him a little nod, turning her attention to the bookshelves as she went off in search of the story he had mentioned, her fingertips dancing across the spines of her books.
"Of course! I love to share my books with people. And, since you came all this way..." It occurred to her, then, that he hadn't actually said where it was he came from, but she assumed he would tell her in due time. Wherever it was he came from, she could be certain it wasn't anywhere she herself had been. She was certain she would have remembered any place with flying children. "It wouldn't be any good for you to go without hearing a story, would it?"
She located the book amidst the dozens of others, pulling it free before slowly making her way back to her seat by the fire. Belle took a moment to adjust into the seat, before patting the spot beside her in a silent offer to the boy.
"You said you didn't get to hear the ending... but this time, would you like to hear it from the beginning? I think it would make a lot more sense, rather than starting at the end."
Belle turned to the many book shelves and Peter gave another wary glance at the dog (which seemed to be getting used to him now) and drifted after her. He watched as she scanned the titles of the books and tilted his head, looking at a few of them, his nose scrunched. Peter Pan could read, but could not remember a time when he had read a book. He could not remember how he had learned to read, either.
Belle selected a book and went back to the couch. He hesitated, not at all sure what to do-- should he sit on the floor? Should he go back outside the window? But then Belle patted the seat beside her and Peter flew up and floated down to sit on the couch too, his legs folded up and crossed at the ankles. He leaned forward a little, eager to hear the story, his eyes bright with happy excitement.
Belle offered to start at the beginning and Peter broke into a wide grin. He began to say yes right away but paused, glancing doubtfully at the thick book in her hands. "But what if the sun comes up before we get to The End?"
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The pair had just settled in, Peter thankfully not seeming to be concerned to sit besides a woman he had really only just met. If anything, he looked perfectly excited to have a story read to him, and Belle found herself wondering about whatever place the boy had to have come from to be so excited over something so simple. After all, it seemed it wasn't so much the story itself, but having it told to him by another human being.
At his question, Belle's gaze dropped to the book in her hands, and she flipped through the pages as she paused to think. "Well... You don't need to leave when the sun comes up, Peter. You're more than welcome to stay a little while here in the castle. But, if you do need to leave... then we could continue any time you like. But next time, you're welcome to come in through the door, instead of the window."
A gentle laugh escaped her, because even if she had only known him a short while, she doubted Peter Pan would ever enter a room through something so simple as the front door. It just... didn't seem to be quite right.
Generally Peter Pan had a very low opinion of adults-- especially pirates. But then, he'd never really met someone like Belle before (at least not that he could remember). He found that he was growing to openly trust her and just went with it. In a lot of ways she reminded him of Wendy… but there was something else too, something he couldn't quite put his finger on.
Pan's expressive brown eyes moved back to the book as she paged through it. Now and then he caught a flash of a picture and leaned forward just a little to try and see better. Well! He had certainly never been able to see any of the pictures in a book before. This made him want to hear the story even more.
Belle said he didn't have to leave when the sun came up and Peter looked back up at her kind face. Not only did she say he could stay at the castle, but if he had to go she would save the story and read to him again when he came back! At first Peter was swept up in happy excitement but… a thought occurred to him that made it slowly fade.
At Belle's gentle laughter he looked back at her and shook his head sadly. "Sometimes, when I come back to a place, the people are gone. The kids are all grown up. And they don't believe any more." What if he left and came back and Belle was an old woman, with kids of her own, and no time to read him stories? What if he came back, and she was dead?
Then a thought came to him and he looked up, his eyes full of light once again. He took her hand. "But if you came to Neverland with me, you could read to all of us! Every night! And we'd hear all the stories!"
She saw something in those eyes of his, happiness and excitement, and she wanted him to never stop smiling. She couldn't help it; a maternal part of her wanted to just hold Peter in her arms until she was certain he was going to be alright. Since she couldn't physically do that, she decided that she would just have to keep him smiling the only way she knew how, with stories.
A sudden sadness taking over his expression threw Belle, and she found herself frowning softly along with him. Tilting her head to one side, she looked at him a long moment while trying to decipher exactly what it was he meant, "Don't believe... Don't believe in what, Peter?"
Before she received an answer, the boy seemed to find a solution to his own dilemma, taking her hand in his own. Her heart ached at the words, because she already knew how she had to answer him.
"Oh, Peter... I wish I could. I would love to see where you come from, and read all of you stories all the time... but I can't. I have to stay here-- this is where my family is." She exhaled a long breath, refusing to release the boy's hand just yet, out of fear he would run away.
Peter Pan was too caught up in his own excitement and his own plans that Belle's question about believing went right by him unnoticed. He was already floating up off the sofa, his hand still holding hers, about to pull her to her feet and toward the window. Oh! Belle would LOVE Neverland! And the Lost Boys would LOVE her! She would be their Mother-- a REAL Mother! They would tear around the island all day, fighting pirates and tracking indians and spying on the pixies. Then they would come home and bring her flowers and pirate gold and Belle would wipe the dirt from their faces and tell them they were good and sing them songs and--
Oh, Peter… I wish I could...
Peter felt her words roll down his back like Ice. He shivered and flinched, though not enough to pull his hand away form hers. She was talking-- explaining herself, making excuses, speaking of grown-up responsibilities probably-- but Pan wasn't listening. The disappointment tasted bitter in his mouth and for a moment he wanted nothing more than to say something cruel and hurtful and fly away to sulk.
But… her hand was still firmly holding his. His brown eyes glanced from their hands, to the book on her lap, and finally to Belle's face. Heaving a disappointed sigh, he flopped back onto the couch, an obvious pout on his face. "… It probably wouldn't work anyway… You have to fly to get to Neverland and… well, I've never seen a grown-up fly."
Belle's heart ached. Once, she would have accepted his offer without any thought for what she would have been leaving behind, the idea of going somewhere new, finding some adventure. But now, she knew better; she had responsibilities here, people who would have missed her terribly if she vanished with no explanation. She wanted to tell him she would go with him, but she knew she never could.
She refused to let go of his hand, and she didn't feel him pull away from her, despite how he flinched when she spoke. Her eyes stung, but she didn't want to cry for herself. When Peter finally collapsed back against the couch, she released his hand gently, setting it back in her lap.
"Well, I've never tried to fly, either. So I wouldn't have been very good at it, even if it was possible." She wanted him to smile again, even if she was a no-good grown up who had just pulled away from his sweet offer. She wanted him to trust her, still, and she wanted him to be happy. So she tried to think of a topic that would possibly bring him back to good spirits. "I imagine it must have taken you a lot of practice to be as good at it as you are, if you managed to fly all the way from... from Neverland to the Isle of the Rose. Or were you just always very good at it?"
Peter Pan could almost taste her pain... it was something like regret, but more complex, more grown-up. She was mourning adventures she could not have... but she was not sorry for the things that held her back. It was a feeling that made Peter itch. He spied the almost-tears and carefully looked away, at anything else... but he kept her hand, all the same. There was a brief silence between them as Belle let go of what could have been and Peter pretended not to notice. He rubbed at his head, causing his hair to stick up in all directions. "I shoulda' found this place years ago. You woulda' made a great Lost Boy, Belle."
She let go of his hand and Peter swung his legs absently, scooting down in the couch a little, still feeling restless and twitchy from all her grown-up-ness. He should have left but... he still very much wanted a story. If it meant he'd have to stay during a day then... then that's just what he'd have to do.
Belle admitted that she had never flown and Peter looked back at her, glad to see that whatever had just happened seemed to be OVER. Good. No more happy-sad regrets! "Probably not..." He soberly agreed with her about her ability to fly well. "Wendy was terrible. She fell a lot." Peter had to compare her to Wendy because she was a girl who also wore a blue dress. It seemed logical. He had no other girls to compare Belle to, except Tink, and that she count (wings). "But I always caught her."
Belle began to praise him and, frankly, if Peter Pan had been a cat he would have purred. It wasn't in him to be suspicious of compliments-- because he felt he deserved every one. "I am the best flyer." He sat up proudly, a cocky grin returning to his face. Belle asked if he had always been good and he opened his mouth to tell her yes, but paused. He rolled his eyes upwards, giving the question some thought. "Tink likes to say I broke half the island when I was new. But I dont remember... she might be lying." He shrugged.
Peter rubbed his chin, still feeling restless as he sat there. Something wasn't right. He felt... he felt like he should DO something. But what? He glanced over at Belle, taking in her warm smile and her kind eyes. She wasn't like any grown up he'd ever met. And she was going to give him a story! Peter snapped his fingers. THAT'S IT! He hopped off the chair and spun on his heel to face her, his hands on his hips, a delighted grin on his face. He would give her a present too!
Oh the cleverness of me. "We don't have to go to Neverland, but you can still fly! You're not just any ol' grown up, Belle. I know you can!"
Well, no. He didnt. But it was worth trying, wasnt it?
"Wouldn't I have been a Lost Girl, Peter?" Belle gave the boy a curious little glance at his phrasing, but she wasn't about to push it. After all, whatever a Lost Boy was, it seemed to be an invention of his own, so she couldn't very well tell him that it was wrong. She was glad to see, though, that he wasn't in too much of a hurry to return to them, and he seemed to be staying around for her story. Absently, she traced the embossed lettering on the cover of the thick storybook, thinking about what it would have been like if she had been able to fly as a girl. Somehow, she was certain that she never would have stayed in this little town; she would have gone far and wide, seen amazing things and had adventures. Maybe she would have met Peter Pan much sooner... Or, perhaps, she had to think, she may have never met him at all.
"Well, I know that some people are very good at things very quickly, and others take a lot more time to become good at them. Either way, you certainly must be the best flyer now, whether you were born that way or worked very hard at it." She chuckled softly, because he certainly was the best flyer to her-- she had never really met another, but that was entirely beside the point, as far as Peter were concerned, she assumed.
Suddenly, the boy snapped his fingers, startling Belle a bit as he hopped off the seat and did a little twirl, before declaring that she could fly. She was certain her expression was a dumbfounded one, because she was fairly certain they had just determined she couldn't fly.
"Peter, what are you talking about? I'm fairly certain you can fly because you're magic, and while there is magic in this castle, it's... well, I'm not."
Peter was once again filled with enthusiasm. Belle was going to give him a story in the way of a Mother, from a real book, and Peter Pan sensed in his heart that this was a powerful thing. He wanted to do something to repay her kindness and he made up his mind that this was it. He would grant her a dream. For one night, she would fly.
Hopefully.
At her bewildered look, Peter Pan gave a happy laugh. Yes, he had been sure she would not be able to fly. Now he was sure she WOULD. He had not been wrong before, he had simply changed his mind. She mentioned magic, and Peter Pan looked down at himself, considering. He'd never really thought of it that way, directly. He supposed it was true.
He moved back to sit on the couch beside her. "Well, you're not wrong." He reached for a little leather pouch at his belt and untied it. "All you need to fly, Belle, is faith, trust..." he pulled at the little drawstring and opened the bag, "and pixie dust."
Pieter Pan held the bag so she could see inside. The contents seemed to create its own light. Inside was what looked to be very fine, golden sand that sparkled and shimmered with a magic glow. Peter watched Belle carefully, holding his breath.
Faith, trust, and... Belle peered into the little pouch as Peter opened it for her to see the contents. Inside lay a shimmering golden... sand? Dust, she supposed, from his words. Fascinated, the elder couldn't resist or even notice the way that her head tilted to the side as she observed it, resisting the urge to touch the dust.
"Pixies make dust?" She questioned, at last, with a faintly humoured smile. Belle didn't want to point out her hesitation, wondering how dust--- even dust made by pixies--- would help her to fly. Instead, her mind focused on the other listed necessities. Faith and trust.
Gently, her hand came to settle on Peter's shoulder, a warm smile in his direction, "But... I do know that I trust you." After all, the boy hadn't done anything, yet, to give her a reason not to. He was nothing more than a little boy, searching for friends, stories, and... perhaps, a mother. What was there not to trust in a child like this?
"If you are willing to show me, I... I'm willing to try!" There was a surprising determination to her tone, a juxtaposition to the way she almost nervously held the storybook against her chest.
Peter watched while Belle gazed at the Pixie Dust. At her question, he laughed softly and shook his head. “Of course not. That's silly. The tree makes it.” He said this with easy confidence, as if it were obvious, but without any trace of smugness that may have come along with such a comment. He wasn’t showing off or boasting that he knew more than her on the subject, he was just stating a fact.
She put her hand on his shoulder and Peter looked from the dust up to her kind eyes. When she spoke, Peter couldn’t help but feel that his gut feeling was correct: Belle was different than other adults. If anyone could fly, she could.
Belle agreed to try if Peter would show her how and Peter gave her a serious, determined nod before floating up off the couch. He stretched his legs out beneath him, which gave the illusion that he was standing on the couch beside her without really touching it with his feet.
“First, the pixie dust.” Peter took a pinch of the glowing dust from the little pouch and sprinkled it over Belle. Little pinpricks of golden light floated down to settle on her head and shoulders. Peter blew the rest of the dust from his fingers and tied the bag back to his belt.
He landed on the couch and touched there, his arms folded over his knees as he studied her, an eager expectant look on his face.
A tree made pixie dust? And yet, with the absolute confidence with which Peter said it, Belle found that there was no possible way she could argue. Perhaps the magical flight powder was some sort of pollen produced by the flora. Perhaps it really was just pure magic. Whatever it was, Belle resisted the urge to brush it off of herself as the pixie dust settled against her skin, glittering with each faint movement.
"A happy thought?" She couldn't help parroting the phrase, and as if only due to his prompting, Belle realised that her mind was blank. What sort of happy thought would he want? Her mind wandered slowly through memory, thinking of moments that filled her with joy. Little memories, like the first time she rode Philippe, to tea with Mrs. Potts and Chip, to larger, more meaningful thoughts. Her father. Adam.
She focused less on the thoughts and memories themselves and more on the way they made her feel... and sure enough, the pixie dust appeared to work it's magic. Slowly, at first, Belle felt light. Strands of her hair floated about her face. and she realised, after a moment, than she could no longer feel the weight of the couch against her back.
With her eyes shut tight and unwilling to open them only to find she had failed, Belle instead chose to ask aloud, "Peter? Did it... Did it work?"
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Professor Ratigan: 'Twas a good trip! I'm sad it's over, but at the same time I'm glad to be back home so I can finish up my cosplays for a con next month and hang out with my cats
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Basil of Baker Street: Hope the cosplay goes well. I'm putting away a little extra for a con in a few weeks. and yay cats, they're always good company. Except for that one who slaps me unprovoked XD. So what cosplays do you have in mind unless they're secret?
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Professor Ratigan: I'm cosplaying Pearl from Steven Universe and Joseph Joestar from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure!
Jul 26, 2018 23:16:41 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: I'm almost done both of them, I just have to finish styling Pearl's wig and fix up Joseph's gloves and wristbands
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Basil of Baker Street: Awesome. Had to look up Jojo because I'm not hip with the modern pop culture but I hope they turn out well.
Jul 30, 2018 15:33:15 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: I only just started watching the anime last year and I haven't even touched the manga, so I'm barely hip with it lol. fortunately I have my cosplay buddy guiding me through the whole experience
Jul 30, 2018 22:29:38 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: also I finally finished the gloves! They were more of a pain to work with than I expected, but they'll hold together... I hope...
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Basil of Baker Street: Niceness. Hoping they hold also. Got the Dublin comic con next Saturday here. Hoping to meet Karl Urban.
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Professor Ratigan: Cool! I think he's coming to my city in the fall, if I remember correctly. Hope you enjoy the con, Daryl!
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Basil of Baker Street: I spoke too soon. Karl Urban had to cancel for schedule conflicts. They got Nick Frost though, I'm gonna ask him if he'll sign my Hot Fuzz.
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Professor Ratigan: Dang! Nick Frost is great though, I love his character in Into the Badlands
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