Just when you think this little shit vanished from here...voice testing

[dreamshades]

[Pan is pacing here, a sickening kind of grin spread on his face.]
Never thought someone like you would welcome me so easily into that little head of yours. It's almost ironic, really. So close to the thing I want most but can't really grasp it.

Well, it'll make for an interesting game at least. One I will win.

But, that's not why I'm here is it? You wanted to know what I think of this whole thing with Baelfire. [Peter lets out a small, cold laugh while shaking his head.]

Really, it's his own fault. Playing with dark magic like that and all.

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[worsetodie]

[In his own games he's been way more even-handed with any Pan he's run into but today? No. Not about this.]

Shut your mouth.

[dreamshades]

[Keywords, Rumple. Key words.]

Or what? You'll stick your dagger in me? We both know that isn't much of an option now is it. What with the Wicked Witch holding onto it and not to mention little Baelfire's sacrifice would have been in vain.

[Can you hear that? It's the sound of all the mental and emotional abuse he will now dish out.]

[worsetodie]

Your first mistake is assuming I'm the same Rumpelstiltskin whose dagger she currently possesses.

[He gesticulates with a finger as though tracing the receding line this logic is following, in that it abruptly drops off whatever path it was on.]

[preferscaptain]

[Oh how that comment twists it's way through him and strikes the coals of his anger. He does what he can to keep his calm, after all, getting angry is exactly what the little buggar wants.]

I wouldn't be so sure of yourself here, Pan. You're not in Neverland anymore and that mundane has your leash.

[Mocking the fact he's powerless to his mun? Why yes he will.]

I'd watch your tongue if I were you, mate.

[Bold, brash, he's practically swatting at a viper here and he knows it. Peter may be the play thing of some Mundane, but he still held power... power that could be turned in his direction.]

[dreamshades]

[Ah Killian, his favourite pirate to torment. How he will enjoy twisting the metaphorical knife of Bae's death in your heart just a bit more. But, like a snake readying itself for the kill, he will wait. Wait for the right moment to make it hurt the most.]

He may think he has control, but we'll soon see.

[Yeah, try harder Killian, that shit eating grin is not coming off this manchild's face anytime soon.]

Actually I find these muns...intriguing. Being able to create what they want, do what they want. It's almost like having Neverland with me again.

And we both know how well that will turn out for you.

[preferscaptain]

[There's a tinge there, barely a flinch as he does his best to hide whatever dark thoughts cross his mind at the implications. He can practically feel that metaphorical knife pointed at his back, ready to strike and stab at his heart. He hates that the brat can do this to him without so much as lifting a finger or even brandishing a weapon. It comes from the handful of centuries they spent together. He knows too well what to expect.

Not to mention, he's well aware of just how cruel his mun could be. After all, she let him walk right into this one.]

There are rules here even you have to follow. And if you're lucky, your Mundane won't toss you at a place that'll make you completely powerless. And then there's those... meme things... they like to make you do unspeakable things simply for entertainment.

[He eyes the man-child then a small smirk crosses his features.]

I, for one, would love to see you forced to spill your innermost fears, or speak nothing but truth.

[dreamshades]

[Pan's eye's seem to light up at that flinch. He saw that and now all he's doing is calculating at when it'd hurt most.]

Oh, Hook. Don't you know? Any rule can be broken. Especially here.

[He begins to circle Hook, that devil like grin spread on his face. Just watching for a moment.]

The funny thing is, myself and him have something of an-understanding. He watches you all squirm and I, well [there's a tiny chuckle:] I'm free to do what I want.

So trust me when I say I don't think you'll be getting what you hope for.

[And Pan closes the distance between them by just appearing in front of him.]

But, your fears and your secrets; now that's more fun to talk about. Tell me, Hook. How'd it feel to have lost the one remaining connection you had to Milah? The child that became a man that you looked to as a friend, perhaps even a son?

[preferscaptain]

[This scene is all too reminiscent of that time when he was helping David, cornered while out in the open on that mountain. Somehow Pan just had a way of making him feel like he was trapped and unable to escape him, even if he could run in any direction. When the circling starts he can't help but to roll his eyes, shoulders and back tensing as the boy walks around behind him. He doesn't dare turn around to look, only slightly tilting his head to cast a glance from the corner of his eyes.

In a blink the boy is in front of him and he damn near feels his heart leap into his throat. It makes him sick that he's so easily frightened by the lad. He's just a boy. A boy with incredible power that is. He's nearly a god and it seems as though his Mundane only enjoys watching his powerful pawn play.

That Adam's apple bobs slow, swallowing raggedly as each word cuts him to the core. He loathes this and he's not hiding any of the hate and ire in his eyes the more Pan drawls on about Baelfire's death like a giddy child. Hook parts his lips to speak only to seem to bite back his words behind clenched teeth. He's trembling slightly, fist clenched by his side and white-knuckled. His upper lip quivers slightly as if wanting to snarl but he's trying desperately to keep a straight face. Pan already knows Neal meant a lot to him, it's clear by his words, but he's trying not to show just how much. It's not working very well.

Finally Hook turns his eyes away to break contact, seething softly, knowing that striking at the boy won't do him any good. But oh how he wants to bury his hook in his chest.]

So what is this Pan? [His voice is steady though honed like an edge.]

Are you jealous that no one would morn you?

[There's poison in those words, he has an inkling why Pan gathers all the lost boys of the worlds to him. It's a gamble, a taunt in the face of a dragon big enough to chew him up and spit him out but it's better than showing fear or letting the pain of losing Bae show through. This is his defense, anger the boy even if there are physical repercussions in it, it's certainly better than cowering or breaking in any form.]

[magicsprice]

[He knows better than to say anything and he had tried so hard to keep his silence, but with that last line he just couldn't.]

Be. Silent.

[dreamshades]

[Oh. My. God. Two, Rumples? This is either a little slice of Hell or Heaven for him.]

No. No I don't think so. [And he's just going to get all up in your face, Rumple.]

How does it feel to know that everything you worked towards came to naught, Rumple? Probably not very good. But, a fitting price to pay I'd say.

[magicsprice]

[Oh, definitely Hell. For the Rumples at the very least, if not for Pan. He'll just let the anger at his father serve as a much needed distraction from his grief.]

As if you even care what I feel.

[dreamshades]

Oh, but I do Rumple. I want to know how it felt when your BRAINLESS son brought you back from the dead only to lose everything for it.

[Pan jabs a finger towards, Rumple a wild sneer spreading on his face.]

He died because of you. Because you had to go and play hero and stand against me. If you only took my offer back in Neverland he would still be alive right now. And now no matter what dark magic you conjure up, he's lost to you. Forever.

[magicsprice]

[Those words cut him like knives, the final ones acting as salt over the wounds caused by them. The pain of actually losing what he'd worked well over a couple centuries to regain so shortly after regaining it completely was possibly a wound that might never heal. The pain may not show on his face, but it is clearly shown in his eyes all too well.

Still, the line about Pan's offer does get a growl out of him.]

If I had taken your offer back then...yes...he would still be alive, [His voice chokes up for a second there on that word.] but I would have lost him all the same.

[He fell silent there, as much as he might want to desperately refute the personal blame of his son's death, he couldn't help but feel at the very least partially responsible for it.]

[dreamshades]

[Peter can't help but look smug at all the pain Rumple is just exuding. His worthless son in such pain. It's like Christmas all over again.]

It's almost ironic. Everyone you loved or you used to ends up dying because of you. Milah. Baelfire. Myself.

You'd have been better off dying in those Ogre wars.