November 20, 2017 | Bex Solo RP

"Their wails and cries will haunt me the rest of my days."

 That had been her last words when she had left the care of the King. She had carried out his orders well and without reservation, till the very end. She had loved and followed the King absolutely, and it had hurt to see the way he treated his own people, and through her actions, which always spoke of His hand. It wasn't just she alone. He had others that did his work as well, but she had been his most trusted 'adviser'. He had asked for things to be done, and she had seen it through.

But now, now she doubted even her own conscious. She was of Rivendell stock, but also of the human world. Of Celtic and Nordic stock, and Celtic/Nordic stock had Iron in their souls. Back ramrod straight, Iron in her blood as well as her soul, she never once doubted her actions, nor regretted them. But this, one action in the name of her King made her regret what she had seen through.

Having to lie to the people she served, and having to watch His Graces will be done, had left darkness reside once more within her. Knowing that she could do nothing to stop the slaughter that would happen, nor able to warn them on account of being labeled a traitor. She didn't see how people could do what they were ordered to do, when it came to things of this nature. How they could listen to the screams and the begging of the loved ones of the ones guilty and pay it no mind, how they could ignore the terrible 'example' they have made of the Kings people. She found it hard to do so, but she did her duty, carried out heinous acts that her King ordered.

But she could not harden her heart to the plight of the people. She could not forget the women and children begging for their fathers, their brothers life be spared. She could not understand the King and his advisers ideals, not in this way. So after she had seen His work done, and done well to the point that no man, woman or child would rise up out of those ashes, she rode back to the Throne and laid down her sword for good. When they, the advisers and now Chief Advisor, sought to stop her, she turned on him and with all her might, fought back against his dark words.

"It is not us, but YOU, who are the very original Chief cause of all this rebellion and mischief, and though you could probably find someway of having all the Noblemens heads of the realm struck off if you wanted it, yet I trust there might be one left who could still strike off yours!!"

The Throne room was quieted as she threw down her sword, glared at her King, her king no more, and stormed out, with those last words uttered upon her tongue. She would be his puppet no more. She had not fought against the Darkness within her own soul to fall back into the world of men, to execute the innocent. Let someone else do his dirty work, History would not find her here nor write her name in any of these stories for the world of men!

March 16, 2017 | A dream about Hook and Wendy

In the 2003 version of Peter Pan, Captain Hook has Wendy over for dinner and tells her Peter is incapable of love. For the purposes of this fic, let's age up Wendy to 18.

After he told her, gently tucking her hair with his hook, that Peter was incapable of love, Wendy looked up at him and said, "Suppose I were to love someone more mature? Suppose I were to love you instead?"

Clearly taken aback, Hook asked, "Me?"

Wendy nodded eagerly. "You've been so kind, you see, and I do believe you're a truly good man, of intelligence, elegance, and high fashion."

And so she became a pirate, serving as a mother to the crew and a lover to the captain. We shall spare the finer details of Hook, at Wendy's request, taking her to bed, and say only that she was utterly his.

As mother to the crew, she tended well to her boys. She cooked for them, told them stories, mended their clothes, and sang to them. She grew so attached to them that, at one point when Captain Hook shot a man for some small infraction, she broke down weeping, mourning the loss of her "son".

Then, because they could not set sail without first killing Peter Pan (whom she had come to realize was quite a loathsome boy), Wendy fetched her old nightdress-- for, as a pirate, she'd been finely attired as befitting a captain's lover-- and arranged to meet Peter at the coast. She hugged him and told him how happy she was to see him-- and then plunged a knife into his gut. She fed his body to the crocodile in exchange for Tick Tock's promise not to come after Hook again.

From that point, they went sailing. Wendy grew into a fine lady aboard the ship, taught many accomplishments by her dear Hook. When she bore children, she came up with the idea to teach the crew responsibility by assigning a small team to take care of each "younger sibling". They plundered the homes of the idle rich and gave a portion of the loot to shopkeepers in exchange for fresh fruit and new clothes as needed.