The Game [OLD VERSION] | OUAT

Such monster

Sienna's P.O.V
Thomas was now sitting on one of the two chairs in my treehouse, gazing intently at a steaming mug of tea I'd prepared for him.

     "Don't worry, it's not poisonous." I joked, to which he looked up at me and smiled.

     He brought the mug to his lips and took a sip of the hot drink.

     "Thank you," he whispered with his gentle grin. "It's delicious."

     I felt oddly happy. Actually, I couldn't remember the last time someone had genuinely thanked me for something. I sat on the other chair, right in front of him.

     "I'm sorry I didn't have a bigger cloak for you," I spoke up suddenly, looking at his now dry attire. "I don't own many clothes, and it's difficult for them to fit you."

     Thomas let out another chuckle, leaving the mug on the table.

     "That would actually be worrying." he said with a smirk. "But, yet again, thank you."

     I raised an eyebrow questioningly. "For what?"

     Thomas shot me an amused look. "You barely know me, yet you've rescued me and taken me to your very own house, lent me your clothes and prepared me a hot mug of tea."

     Listening to him, I realized how odd and incautious my behavior was.

     "Why?" he suddenly added, after a brief, silent pause.

     His coffee, tender eyes locked with mine as I tried to find the appropriate words, honestly not knowing what to answer.

     You remind me of him.

     I opened my mouth, but no sound came out of it.

     "It's okay, you don't have to answer" Thomas added quickly. "I– I'm sorry." he murmured the last part.

     I pursed my lips in an attempt to offer him an awkward smile before his gaze returned to the mug of tea.

     Inevitably, my mind drifted away to a marvelous someplace and nowhere. What if Thomas was a new beginning for me? I suddenly felt as though a huge burden had been taken off my shoulders. No more lonely days, or nights. Would I finally have a friend? Perhaps, Thomas could even help me find Jack... eventually getting off the island.

     It was eerily bizarre how that completely unknown boy could make me feel such warmth and hope, all of a sudden. And I couldn't help but embrace it.

     "Before," his soft voice caught my attention instantly. "You mentioned I find myself in somewhere called Neverland."

     I nodded, encouraging him to go on.

     "I do recall something about the Enchanted Forest, yet I believe I had never heard of this strange place." Thomas explained cautiously, as though his words could alarm me. "May I ask, do you live alone?"

     I remained speechless for some seconds, pondering the right answer.

     "I didn't use to." I merely muttered.

     What was I even thinking about?

     Of course I would have to tell him about Pan. How had he not come yet? Without a shadow of a doubt, he knew about Thomas' presence on the island. Had I really believed he would let him approach me and stay in my treehouse, with me? What if this was just another twisted game of Pan?

     A sudden sullenness invaded my thoughts and I looked at Thomas, an undisguised cloak of mistrust hiding in my now hostile eyes.

     "Do you work for him?" I demanded sternly.

     "For whom?" Thomas asked confusedly.

     My hand slipped to my sheath in impatience and I clutched the dagger tightly.

     "I'll ask once again," I spat through gritted teeth, Thomas shrinking into himself slowly. "Do you work for Pan?"

     Thomas shook his head vigorously, eyes brimmed with fear and bewilderment. "I don't know what you're talking about."

     That's ridiculous. Who would willingly approach such monster like you?

     "LIAR!" I bellowed madly.

     The sharp blade of my dagger dug into the wooden, smooth surface of the table as my face became closer to his, an invisible force pulling his body towards me.

     "You're lying" I murmured, his hot breath fanning my features.

     Thomas bowed his head before my menacing look. My hand was still tightly closed around the hilt of the dagger.

     It wasn't until he raised his head again, slowly but confidently, that his coffee eyes proved his innocence and my own guilt.

     "No, I'm not," he spoke, barely above a whisper.

     I drew away from the weapon, eyes wide as I observed my trembling hand. Somehow, in the middle of the chaos that had invaded my mind, I managed to find three confusing words, uttering them in the tense and fragile silence embracing us both.

     "I am sorry."

     To my utter surprise, Thomas reached out to take my shanking hand, caressing it gently. He moved the other chair with his free arm and led me towards it.

     Perhaps you are not such monster.

     "Sienna," I spoke suddenly, finding myself lost in his dazzling eyes. "My name is Sienna."

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Sorry, it was long and boring, I know. But to compensate you, I will update tomorrow again, and the next chapter will have more action!
Also, sorry for being so inactive the last days, believe me when I say I've been really busy-.-"
Thanks for reading!
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~LostGirl2SR.