Snippet #2283753

Peter Pan

"Anything. Remember when it was us against the world?" His question was heartfelt, but split between two women. Half of the emotion was reminiscent of Wendy way back when, when for a brief of time, she was both his damsel in distress and warrior woman. Her weapon of choice was her way of words. The other half was directed towards his present relationship with Alice, whom was passing through Wendy's shadow with a wink.

Suddenly, the worst thing that could have happened, did. He winced slightly as Alice fell, for more than one reason. Wendy turned on her heels, that's it, the gig was up. Decision time has come a knockin' on his door, a decision he didn't want to make. Damnit!

"Oh, Hello Alice nice to see you, When did you get here?" Wendy asked and Peter couldn't believe his ears. Wendy barely flinched! His jaw dropped in disbelief behind Wendy, is he really this lucky?

"Yea, Alice. What brings you here?" His voice was full of astonishment, and he wasn't acting that. He scratched the back of his head nervously, holding himself back from tending to her wound.

Maleficent

The Raven flew through the window of the tallest tower unphased by the downpour. It landed on a golden perch ordained in beautiful jewels and diamonds. The room was barely lit, save for the roaring fireplace casting eerie shadows. The shadows danced provocatively with the flicker of the flame, but one shadow stood out from the rest. Its feminine figure stood from the glorious chair it was sitting in and walked over towards the bird.

"Hello, precious." She stroked its obsidian feathers endearingly. "What news do you have for me." Her tone was low and sultry as her blue eyes stared into Diablo's black eyes. The images the Raven contained reflected in its eyes, and in turn, reflected with in Maleficent's eyes. She watched the scene between Ember and James unfold as the Raven witnessed it.

"Interesting, who knew Hook liked his women bat shit crazy." She chuckled lightly to herself. "Go and find, Gaston, this will need a little bit of tact." A lazy wave of the hand and Diablo was off through the window again.

Maleficent is as powerful as she will ever be, though she will never be as powerful as she once was. And now seemed like the perfect time for sweet delectable revenge against Prince Phillip and the sweet little princess who defied her powers. The only problem was the three little fairy fucks placed a hell of a spell over their kingdom, activated with their lasts breaths. Feather Brooke is now safe from Mel ever having to enter, but not for long. All she needs is for one of them to lift the curse, an invitation, whether formal or informal, will lift the curse. This is where Ember comes in, though she's a few cards shy of a deck, she has an exquisite ability for manipulation.
All she needed was for Gaston to propose the idea to Ember. Maleficent didn't generally play nice with others.