Wardrobe disputes

Peter Pan was grown. He had become a man. Those thoughts were turning in her mind, trying desperately to understand what it meant. Her memories were back, and with them a world of pain. Divided between past and future, she stood conflicted and hurt.

The engagement party had gone in a blur. Good society had been satisfied and so the Darling headed home in the middle of the night.

She’d decided to completely ignore the recent events and stay true to her original plan. Would she find happiness with her fiancé ? The odds were not in her favor. In the darkness of her room, Wendy undresses, let’s her armor slip to her feet. Her neck is stiff from the day. She needs sleep, tomorrow she’ll deal with all of it. Pins fall from her hair, as her hands massage her scalp.

Her eyes are dry, but her heart is bleeding. Remembering was painful yet beautiful. How could she have forgotten ? The fresh breeze, entering through the window, pushes locks out of her face.

With a sight she goes to close the window. Her hands stop as a quick flicker of light flashes in front of her.

« Tinkerbell ! »

The cute fairy hasn’t changed one bit. Still aggravated, by the way she twirled menacingly in her face. She’s making big gestures at Wendy.

« I don’t understand, you’re too fast ! » Wendy get’s out, while the little menace starts pulling on her hair.

« Ouch ! Now that is quite enough ! »

The little pest finally stands still, long enough for Wendy to glare back. Tinkerbell was angry, if the bright red color was indicative enough.

Tink had things to say. As a fairy it was already frustrating, to be understood only by one broody idiot. A bit of work form her human counterparts would be, greatly, appreciated. Tink inhaled, her color looking closer to her usual gold.

A fairy giving away fairy language was very frowned upon. For a fairy’s voice is a sacred thing, one that can only be given willingly form fairy to human. No fairy would tie themselves to humans. Only Tink had done so for Peter. And Peter was a special case. He never needed help to receive a magical language. His nature was to understand it. For his sake, Tink was ready to tie herself to this insufferable girl.

Calming herself enough to focus her own heartbeat, getting to the root of her power, she reaches for Wendy’s temple. For this requires heart and understanding.

Surprised, Wendy freezes. What a strange gesture from the little fairy. Standing as still as she can, she waits too. Even though she doesn’t know what she is waiting for.

Feather-like, pixie dust falls on her, filling the room with gold. Tink flies in front of her, at eye level.

« Hello Wendy. » a soft youthful voice comes out of the small body.

Eyes widening, Wendy’s jaw drops.

« Oh, please let’s not be dramatic. Yes ! You can hear me now. You’re welcome, by the way. »

The fairy was speaking, and giving her attitude !

« You have such a nice voice, how strange. » Wendy deadpanned.
Rolling her eyes to infinity, Tink huffed.

« Listen, ungrateful woman. I don’t like it either. If only you humans weren’t so lazy… »

The little magical being seemed rather distracted by the, enormous, looking glass. A mirror that was begging to look upon the gorgeous fairy, to be sure.

« Lazy ? How are we lazy ? It’s not my fault for not speaking your language ! » Wendy was feeling a little offended.

« Could you just stop admiring yourself, I’m trying to talk to you ! »

Now she was close to losing it. The fairy was insufferable enough mute, adding voice was aggravating. Tink rearranged her small dress, one last time, giving her reflection a clever wink.

«Anyways. As I was saying, you can hear, not speak, hear, fairy tongue. You could never learn my language, you have to hear it. And most of your unfortunate species is too lazy to hear us. » At eye level once more, Tink was talking hands on her, oh so delicate, waist.

« Why, thank you Tinkerbell, I’m so grateful. Now that we can talk… You tried to kill me !! » Wendy shrilled, mimicking the fairy, hands on her, not as tiny, waist.

Memories were a strange thing, especially when looking back on them. At the time Wendy had been, merciful or naive about the incident. Brushing it aside as trivial. As one does, when one is a child on an imaginary land. Revisiting the incident made it clear, her life had been in serious danger.

« I didn’t though, did I ? You’re still here breathing, loudly. So I guess we can forget about it. » Tink replied, looking at her cute nails, getting out some dirt from under one.

« We can definitely not forget about it ! I was a child ! Did you murder other children ??? » Her heated conversion looked more and more one sided. The fairy clearly did not care for her grievances.

« I never killed anyone. Because you were the only annoying girl who ever came to Neverland. You distracted Peter. I simply wanted to help him. » she finished with a shrug of her, ever so beautiful, shoulders.

« Distracted ? That is deserving of an assassination attempt ? »

Indignation was becoming on Wendy, Tink had to give it to her. She did have a, slightly, gorgeous face. She had a feeling the punny woman would not let it go.

« Alright, I was jealous ! Is that what you want to hear ? You have to understand, it had been only me and Peter, for so long. And then you just… appear like a piece of candy. It was difficult for me to see how humans, need their own… feelings to share with other humans. » The apology was drowned in a rumble of words. But Wendy did understand.

« I never wanted to take away your friendship Tinkerbell. I wanted to be your friend. » Bluebell eyes meet Wendy’s, with vulnerability. Both of them, embarrassed by this shameful admission avert their gaze.

« I’m deeply sorry Wendy. I would love to know you. You’ve grown beautifully. By the way, I really love your blue gown, it’s a shame you don’t wear it more. » And so the matter seemed resolved regarding the murder attempt on Wendy’s life. With a small laugh Wendy shook her head. How singleminded fairies were.

« I came to you for Peter. I know you two are, in some kind of dispute. » To which Wendy got red.

« I’m not in any kind of dispute with him ! » she retorted, glaring, with might. The fairy huffed, blowing her small fringe out of her eyes.

« No need to deny your, whatever you call this disgusting thing. Been here, for this poor representation of… urgh love - her face souring in disgust- Peter is distressed and that is your fault ! » she accused.

« My fault ? What have I done ? He abandoned me ! He chose to stay a boy, which I was content to let happen. I never imposed on him. » Not the discussion Wendy expected having with Tinkerbell of all people.

« He never left you ! You wanted to leave, he agreed to it! You both were supposed to forget about this… again, disgusting thing. You did forget like a champion, I might add. »

« He was to remain a boy, that was his wish ! A wish far more important then I ever was to him. » Wendy walked the length of her room, pacing the floor, feelings threatening to spill over it.

« His wish changed. He grew, and what a horrible process it was ! Do all of you become this smelly ? Or is it just him ? Anyways, believe me, I suffered all the brooding, the tantrums, the fits. All of this because you kept dreaming ! » Tink had an urge to throttle the Wendy for her stupidity. Of course she wouldn’t know what she had done. Of course it was left to her, to deal with the mess the idiots made.

« What do you mean, dreaming ? Humans dream Tinkerbell, I hope you know it’s quite common. » She said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Yet Wendy pondered those words. She did dream, and in a very specific manner. Suddenly her dream house made sense. It had been the little fern house offered by Peter and the lost boys. She had visited it an awful lot, actually. Realization set on her face before she could scold her features.

« HA! You do know ! You’re quite the piece of work, aren’t you Wendy ? You poisoned his nights with your dreams. He could not forget you even if he’d wanted to ! Don’t trouble yourself blushing. I’m in full support of Peter, if he wants you in his life, I guess I’ll tolerate you. You do have to let me try those burgundy ribbons of yours. Can’t forget them… Where was I ? » Arguing with Tink was arduous, as she would simply lose herself, and her interlocutors, in derivative wardrobe tangents.

« Talking about supporting Peter, or would you rather talk about ribbons ? »

They finished their little discussion on Wendy’s floor, surrounded by her gowns. In which the little fairy would plunge. Satins seemed favored by Tink, although taffetas came in close second. Tink spoke about the years gone by, the growing Peter did.

Embarrassing her with details, of how he’d regularly observed her. How he had waited to meet her again. Unspoken, but real, were his feelings. She had to admit it. It seemed like every day since their departure, he had thought of her.

« Tink, if you’ve observed me, you know I have to marry the baron. » She hugged herself, knees under her arms, her long hair spilling over like a protective blanket.

The fairy left the silk down, kindness written on her features. She flew to her, landing on a shoulder devoid of hair. Her small hand patted her.

« I know Wendy-bird. But I also know you’re clever. You’ll figure it out. In the meantime I’ll stay with you. »

« But why ? You don’t really like me. » Wendy asked, resting her head on the other shoulder.

« Well… sometimes fairies have to look out for humans. You tend to get moody. I guessed you’d need a bit of pixie dust. » Tink couldn’t tell her that she’d decided to protect her. Shadows were lurking, under Wendy’s nose. Only her fairy glow could protect her. Humans were messy, but she would set this right.

« You should go to sleep bird. I hear ladies have tight schedules. »

Nodding, Wendy got up to her bed. Tink nestled close on her cushion.

« Thank you Tinkerbell for letting me hear you. »

Sleep took her under Tinkerbell’s watchful eye. No shadows would take the Wendy-bird on her watch.