dear_mun | (no subject)

See, this is the problem right here, innit? Sticking me all the way out here, letting me pick up dust like some posh collector keeping a museum no one's ever gonna visit, then dragging me back out when you get bored.

Here I'd been thinking I was all set to drop in on that war of the gods a few months ago, only for you to go and forget I exist at all! Typical adult, you are, thinking about your time management and obligations. Couldn't keep your word if you promised to do nothing.

But maybe it's just as well. You can't have forgotten that I don't take orders, after all. Least of all from some nutter that can't even touch me for saying so. Besides, any place without the boys isn't worth a spit in the wind. And what sort of a trade would tree spirit magic be for charm? Already got that, miss. Works wonders.

So I don't expect you know me near well enough to have another try. Best if we parted ways, yeah? I'll head back off to Neverland, you'll do whatever it is that beastly, savage muns do when they're not torturing innocent young men, and we're all happier for it.

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[He's certainly not the Peter she's used to, but he certainly sounds like a Peter.]

Seems no matter the version, please isn't in your vocabulary.

I'd say you haven't changed, but I don't know who you are. Been skulking 'round London any?

Not in the slightest. I do not skulk and I've never been to London. I live in Oxford, however.

Ohh, Oxford. Nothing to sniff at. You did seem less the skulker. Now go on, miss, what's your name? How'd you pick up your etiquette? I've seen the classes for it here and there, but it migh just be you're self-taught. I can tell up front you ain't no savage.

Alice Liddell, a pleasure to meet you, Peter Pan. [She curtsies.] And I picked it up from my governess and my mother and my sister!

A savage? Nothing of the sort! I should certainly hope not.

[ Ah, governesses, indeed. He nods along all well and properly. ]

I'd hope not if I were you, too. This'd be no place for you then. All the savagery goes up straight to the muns, I'd bet. [ Acting like he 100% knows what he's talking about, yessir. ]

Well, not every writer is a savage. I'm sure yours isn't savage.

Oh, savage as they come! Roasting people on a spit, arranging the odd murder, snatching people up from home to watch them run about. These people. Awful sorts, really. [ Actual tutting. ]

That sounds awful! My writer doesn't murder people, only me.

Oh, come on -- Asgard's not that bad, really. Well, maybe Charm is, but I thought the same about the plant magic stuff I got saddled with when I first showed up, too.

It all sounds a bit unimpressive, don't it? Charm. Growth. "Mind-reading." [ Hocus pocus and useless trinkets, obviously. ] I can manage plenty enough on my own, you know. No use for a place where I can't even fly.

There was a huge battle in town, so I grew a giant tree right in the middle of the street and camped out with my rifle. It was awesome. [ Aside from the part where, you know, people got hurt. :c ] Flying isn't that great, anyway. I barely even miss it.

You're joking. Flying's great! I'll have it over growing a tree any day. You don't just happen upon proper freedom in this day and age.

I used to be able to teleport. That was way cooler than just being able to fly.

[ He wrinkles his nose. ]

Doesn't sound all that impressive. [ MAYBE IF YOU ACTUALLY KNEW WHAT IT IS… ]

[ She wrinkles hers right back at him, twitching a fluffy white dog ear. ]

Aaaanyone can fly. It takes someone super awesome to actually teleport.

I'd believe it, but you'll have to be prejudiced there. It's not proper to let you win on that account. Got my honor to think about, haven't I?