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Aug 15, 2016 07:42PM
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Damian took Peter's hand, sensing he wanted to leave or was thinking about leaving. "Please stay," He said quietly. "It might help the nightmares," He quickly added.
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Peter turned red at Damian's request. "Of course." He said, laying back down with Damian's head at his chest level. Nightmares? Why didn't he mention that? Dang it, I wish I could help him. If only I had some pixie dust.
Damian snuggled up close to Peter and rested his head on the older boys chest. It was out of habit from when he slept with Grayson though It did feel right. He blushed lightly, though it wasn't noticeable.
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Peter Pan instinctively pulled Damian closer, wrapping his arms around him before falling asleep. Instead of a nightmare, he dreamed of something rather strange, like a bad hallucination trip. A world made up only of floating chunks of earth hovering over nothing, talking animals floating in the air, some with pained and panicked expressions. And a strange, strong gust of wind that shook the foundation of the universe. After Pan was knocked out by the wind, his dreamed changed to frolicking with the Never Fairies in Pixie Hollow as he played the panpipes. A small bird landed on his shoulder. It was a robin.
Damian fell asleep quickly. Instead of having a nightmare he dreamed about sitting in a beautiful meadow without a care in the world as he listened to panpipe music. A small smile formed on Damian's lips as he slept.
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Out of the corner of dream!Pan's eyes, he kept seeing small animals, oddly colored, darting in and out of the underbrush. His mind screamed at him to glance over and look at them, but when he tried to, there was nothing there. Something told him these things, whatever they were, were tied to how he got from his world to Damian's.
they are the feral versions of the furry friends denizens
Damian shifted slightly in his sleep, snunggling. He felt safe and warm. And with his dream being so peaceful he slept really well. Nothing was there to bother him.
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Peter tried to ignore the strange sightings and continued to dream of playing music for the faerie revels of Pixie Hollow with the small robin bird on his shoulder. Meanwhile, Pan's shadow had come back after some mischief in town that had lead a mess in its wake.
Damian woke up as soon as the sun peaked through the curtains covering the window. He took a moment to gather his bearings then smiled. He decided not to move from where he was snuggled close to Peter.
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Peter felt Damian snuggle closer, causing his eyes to open slightly. He smiled at the sight, and at the memory of having dreamed about a robin, about Damian. He blushed softly, "Good morning," he said in a tone just above a whisper.
"Morning," Damian whispered, perfectly comfortable where he was, which was half sprawled out across Peter. He always found this position a comfortable one, despite it being awkwards sometimes.
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Pan smiled at Damian. He hadn't noticed his shadow had returned to him, although it wasn't attached to him. Pesky shade. He remembered the strange floating islands in space, the animals, and the feeling of dread that came with them, of only slight in comparison to the happiness of the music and companionship of Robin.
Damian lay there quietly, very comfortable. He really didn't want to move. No one could force him to move. He wouldn't move. He was just going to lay half on top of Peter, contently.
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Peter hugged Damian, "How did you sleep?" He asked, "Any nightmares?" He wondered. Pan had slept soundly, and didn't move at all when he slept.
"I slept fine. No nightmares. Just peaceful meadows and panpipe music," Damian mumbled, not moving. His face was half buried in the fabric of Peter's shirt.
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"A panpipe?" He asked. No way, could their dreams have been connected. A meadow...Pixie Hollow was a tree located on a meadow with four streams which divided the Seasonal ranges. Could the robin in his dream actually have been Robin? Maybe Pan did have some pixie dust magic after all.
Damian nodded slightly. "Yeah. It was a nice dream. Maybe I'll go back to sleep" He mumbled shifting slightly to get more comfortable and ending up in top of Peter even more.
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Pan exhaled, "Damian, in my dream, I was playing a set of pan flutes." He said, wondering of Damian would catch on to what he was insinuating.
"Is it possible that our dreams were somehow connected," Damian asked shifting so he was all the way on top of Peter, just so he could look at Peter's face and not his chest.
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Pan's face was bright red, "Um, maybe? I'm not sure, but maybe pixie dust did that?" He ventured, "The fairies use it for a lot of things, flying and manipulating the weather and elements. It could be capable of that, maybe there was some pixie dust residue on me from flying earlier, and when he slept together, it connected us somehow?"
"Pixie dust? Oh right. It might be possible I suppose," Damian said resting his head back on Peter's chest, nuzzling a bit.
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He chuckled at his own stupidity, not sure if Damian knew what pixie dust was, after all, it was from another universe. He smiled as he cuddled with Damian, unsure of what to make of their friendship and relationship exactly.
Damian was content with laying on top of Peter. He actually almost dozed of for a moment there though he did put an effort to stay awake. It was just so comfortable and warm where he was laying.
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Peter Pan hugged Damian, pulling him down onto him, not wanting to let this moment end. Still, he did want to explore this new city, this new world, where he was currently stuck at. But for now, with Damian in his arms, this was enough. This was perfect.
Damian mumbled something in Arabic. He shifted a bit to get more comfortable. He slowly dozed off unintentionally. You couldn't even really tell that Damian was asleep except for the fact that he had stopped moving.
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Pan smiled softly and kissed Damian's forehead. He hugged Damian a bit tighter, he so desperately wanted to whisper the truth into his ear, but he held back. He resisted the urge to say those words out loud.
Damian was fast asleep, his breathing steady and soft. he wasn't having a good dream or a bad dream, just an average dream. but anything could go wrong with averages dreams and they could become nightmares.
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Peter wondered just how much Damian slept. Then again, Robin did patrol the city at night to fight crime. Perhaps he was nocturnal? He didn't want to lay in bed all day with Damian, although he didn't want to disturb the boy's slumber. Besides, he looked so cute and peaceful.
Damian only slept maybe another ten minutes before he actually woke up and was ready to start moving about for the day. He sat up, being careful as he did so.
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Pan's red face greeted Damian. "Uh, hello." He said as Damian sat up, still on top of him. "How are you feeling?"
"Well rested," Damian said, then added quickly, "Thank you for letting me sleep on you," He didn't want Peter feeling too awkward given the very awkward situation.
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His face was red as he stutter "N-no problem!" He said nervously. Peter hadn't noticed how his hands were still on Damian's hips as he had hugged him as Damian slept.
Damian blushed slightly, noticing where Peter's hands were. "I-I suppose we should go have breakfast...." He said stammering slightly.
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If Pan did notice where his hands were, he didn't seem to care, as he didn't move them. He smirked at Damian. "You sure?" He asked, enjoying the bashful look on his face. He was so darn cute when he blushed.
Damian nodded a bit. "Yes. Considering the time. and I am a bit hungry," Why was he so attracted to Peter. And why couldn't he just admit his feelings.
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With a sigh, Pan removed his hands and looked away, only to find his Shadow had returned. He wondered what that could mean. Can he now fly again? He needed pixie dust to fly to Neverland, but with his Shadow, he could fly around with ease, just not into space. "Okay. I guess I am a bit hungry, too." Today, Peter told himself, he'd tell Damian. He didn't know how much time he had in this universe and was adamant about letting Damian know how he felt.
Damian nodded getting up. He went to his dresser and pulled out some day clothes to change into. He knew Peter might need a set of day clothes, unless he decided to just wear his outfit from the night before.
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Peter went over to Damian, "Do you have anything in green?" He asked, as green was his signature color. Originally, when he first arrived in Neverland, he was clothed in the evergreen leaves of Neverland, as the season was always summer, except for the winter, autumn, and spring regions of Pixie Hollow. He also thought it complimented his hair.
"Personally I do not. But I know what will work," Damian disappeared for a moment, leaving the room. He came back with a set of clothes. a green shirt and green jeans. "These should work"
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Pan's eyes light up, "Oh, these are perfect!" He exclaimed, changing right then and there. The clothes were a bit too small, a snug fit. Still, he thought he looked amazing. He was beaming with joy.
Damian nodded. He had once again stolen clothes from Drake. Drake wouldn't notice though. He was too incompetent. Damian changed into his clothes.
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Pan's face flushed as Damian changed in front of him. He eyed Damian's body, his face contorted as he saw the scars. He bit his lip, wondering how he received those.
Damian glanced at Peter, noticing when Peter noticed his scars. "They all come from different places," Damian said simply. He didn't really want to go into details.
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Pan nodded softly, "Oh." He looked at the floor. He didn't want to stare and make Damian uncomfortable.
Damian finished getting dressed and stretched. He always stretched in the mornings. It helped with flexibility. "Alright. Shall we head down for breakfast now?" He asked.
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Pan nodded at Damian, and followed him downstairs. Pan took this opportunity to take in the sights of the Wayne Manor. It was big and slightly gothic, and he loved it. The architecture was exquisite.
Damian walked to the fridge and looked at a note that was attached to the fridge. He frowned at it then pulled out the pre-made frozen burritos from the freezer.
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Pan sat on a stool, patiently waiting to be fed whatever strange food this century had. He looked around the place, smiling at all the odd technology he had no idea existed. All these lights and television screens and refrigerators. So strange and new.
Damian warmed up the breakfast burritos then set a plate in front of Peter that had a burrito on it. "There we go. it should be warmed all the way through"
