( a peter pan! inspired apply fic ) + ( CLOSED , UNTIL ACT 2 )
" You won't forget me, will you ? "
" Me ? Forget ? Never. "
✶ ' between seas , galaxies and
moons ; i was lucky , i stepped
on the same land. i dreamed
under the same stars...
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A SNEAK PEEK OF WHAT IS YET TO COME . . .
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THE WHITE ORCHID ORPHANAGE MAY BE SET WITHIN A BOUND ROPE OF STRICT MANNERISMS , ALTHOUGH THE CHILDREN WERE ALWAYS FULL OF LIFE , DESPITE BEING ORPHANS WITHOUT ANYONE TO CALL THEIR OWN FAMILY . They often were rushed on by the crude owners of the Orphanage to get on with their chores and keep their heads down .
And , yet ; the children were still able to gather around , play games and tell each other inciting stories of wonder — opening up their own imaginations to many glorious aspects . Stories they would tell at the striking time of the night , whispering away and letting out occasional giggles of delight and joy at the most exciting of parts .
One story they had always been told , specifically because of it being the most favoured of all , was to be the story of a young and youthful boy , gifted with the ability to fly and never grow old . This same boy was seen as euphorically magical and enticing with his luscious home of the amazing Moon—Wake Sanctuary . A place , where adventure was always roaming about with mermaids and fairies being just as astounding .
This very same boy was to be called ; Pluto Warren .
And , that was the story that was be recited again on this time , a calming night it was , as all the children were rounded up in a circle with occasional looking—backs to avoid getting caught by any of the Orphanage Staff . Cupping their mouths in awe , the storytelling child was stood up , initiating wild actions — getting wildly into the story they were telling , the gust of wind from the open balcony window was enough to make it all seem more thrilling .
The candles flickered every few seconds , glimmering the whole storytelling scene out , another one of the children held their hands up near the candle — creating some shadowy figures on the wall for the extra measure to making the story almost life—like at this point .
Renders of small jeers and applauses were heard , each of the children added on different statements to the story of Pluto Warren , as he had many tales and adventures to tell to anyone , who was interested enough in the idea of a never—aging boy encountering many things in the world of the Moon—Wake Sanctuary .
" There Pluto was , standing face—to—face against Captain Mars , himself . Or , as Pluto likes to call him — "
