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Who: Character Name (

trybelieving), Bucky Barnes, Jon Snow.
What: going on quests.
When: whenever the mood strikes.
Where: places.
Warning(s): action, adventure!

BUCKY.

[ from what Tinker Bell has heard, the money offered in completing these favors is a powerful motivator. its easy to understand everyone's need to provide for themselves, that is a concern across every imaginable world... it's just that fairies in the Enchanted Forest tended to meet their needs with magic and nature, not gold and silver. her brief stay in Storybrooke hadn't been long enough for her to adjust to life elsewhere, and now she's only doing what's asked of her or advised by anyone who might know better.

when asked to go to the Edrathe Ruins in a task that promoted the continuation of the sepht, she wasn't about to say no. everything she's heard about the creatures made them sound adorable and clever and (fairly) harmless. with her wings, she imagined they'd be no match for her - but she hadn't considered how desperately they might like to grab at anything bright and sparkling around them.

she never should have brought her wand with her. if she hadn't, one of those formerly precious creatures wouldn't have been able to snatch it and make off with it.]

That's not yours!

[ if it was meant to scare the creature into dropping it, the sound of Tink's frustration merely sent the thing off faster, causing her to chase after the creature. her panic nearly nearly caused her to run into someone there on a similar task, and she found herself stopping a step or two away from Bucky, out breath and patience.]

I'm sorry - one of those creatures stole my wand.

[ of all things. why does it always have to be her magic?]

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JON.

[ as luck would have it, Evras and Lysa had asked enough of the refugees for favors that they could plan an adventure or two, instead of wandering off and winging it. Tinker Bell had mentioned her task to Jon only to discover that they had both been sent on the same mission. and since they were both assigned the opportunity to explore the land and document the life within it, there was no reason for either of them to travel alone.

she's grateful for his company, especially when their search leads them to murkwell hollow. for all of the bits and pieces of this world that feel foreign to her, there are always a few similarities she'd rather ignore. like the large bones, and the little twitches of movement that are too quick to be identified but can be felt all the same. if that has her clutching her weapon a bit tighter as if she's prepared to use the knife sheathed at her waist rather than the pen and paper in her bag, then at least she's prepared for the worst.

that should work in their favor. the worst never happens when Tinker Bell is expecting it, but she's tense and a rattled at all at once. the air is warm and smells of something burning, and while she'd been warned about this place, it hadn't been enough to keep her away. it made more sense for her to go there than for Evras to send someone else, after all, she had experience.

which is probably why Jon seems a bit concerned when she catches his eyes, hers appropriately wary for once.] This place reminds me of Neverland.

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[He had heard passing mentions of Neverland, but nothing that gave him an idea of what it was that Tinker Bell went through. There were hints that there was something that had left a mark on her, that same wildness and fear that Jon had suffered as well at the Wall. He could feel sympathy for hr and understood that sense of isolation, something born out of a life secluded and left to your own wits.

He placed a hand on her arm, urging her to stop and meet his eyes. The exploration could wait, he was curious and concerned.]

What happened in Neverland?

[The name of the world was strange, but there was little here that he didn't find odd. He only needed to remind himself that "the Wall" would odd to others. He wanted to understand, at least and there was a great deal about Tinker Bell he didn't know.]

[ in spite of all she'd been through, Tinker Bell still didn't know how to explain Neverland to someone who had never been there. if he wanted to know what had happened there, the answer was simultaneously everything and nothing, stretched out over more decades than Jon had been alive. time never passed, no one ever aged, but the days were long and the threats were endless.

if it wasn't Pan and his wild boys, it was vicious mermaids or deadly plants, or cursed areas of the land that Tink had to travel herself to understand. new lost boys always cried at night, and that sound tended to carry through the jungle like nothing else. Neverland was misery, the kind that still clawed at her long after she left it; after the destruction of that island and every other world Tink had ever lived in.]

I lived there, after I lost my wings.

[ lost is the most gentle way of putting it. Blue had taken them from her because she'd broken too many rules - disappointed her too many times. she'd known the consequences and she'd risked them anyway, because she'd believed Regina's second chance at love was worth it.

even now, there's not much she wouldn't do to help someone find love. a silly thing, when Tink herself hasn't experienced it.]

It was an island full of magic, but the magic was dying and had turned dark. Even the shadows were dangerous - there was a living shadow there that could rip yours straight out of your body.

[ as if the island itself had sought revenge on those who dared to inhabit it. the conversation itself could almost bring her back there, a faraway look in her eyes. she might be free of that island, but she'll never forget it.]

The being who lived there appeared as a boy, but he was old and wicked, and used Neverland to escape his past. He'd collect abandoned children and teach them to be cruel. They'd learn how to hate, how to torment, how to kill.

[ her gaze falls on his and she takes a breath; a soft, regretful sound, like she's afraid he might pity her when it's the last thing she wants.]

[Wings. That was a revelation and one he didn't know how to process. They had shared so much without thought, but he didn't expect this from her. She seemed normal enough, but he quickly understood in this place that what he viewed as normal was not often the case. He was also a dead man brought back to life, normal didn't seem to fit him either.

He wanted to ask, to press her about what her wings were and what sort of creature she was. It wasn't the time for that. There was a darkness cast over her and something weighing on her mind. It wouldn't be right for him to ask for clarification on something else when she needed to release the heaviness about her shoulders.

He doesn't pity her. He empathizes with her. The stories that she tells him are similar in so many ways to the Others. That same cast of fear and uneasiness is reflected back at her through his eyes. He knew and understood what she suffered. There were few in his world that would believe him, he knew how that might cut. But he believed her, even without the seeing.]

Who was he?

[He took children and was old, full of magic. He could be the Night King in so many ways, but that was unlikely. Still, even a small parallel was enough to raise his image to his mind.

He reached for her, pulling her into a firm embrace. He might be overstepping the line but her expression moved him. It wasn't pity that drove him but a desire to protect, even from her memories.]

They took you from there? When you were saved?

[ there's so much uncertainty in this world that Tinker Bell is never entirely sure what to expect. Jon's world has magic, but she's aware it's quite different than her own. she imagines there are things she could share with him that he wouldn't want to believe in, just as hearing of the darkness in his former world makes her wonder and worry about what he might have faced back home.

no one would want to hear about an island of lost boys and their evil leader, but his quiet acceptance of her past felt like a weight lifted off of the fairy who'd once struggled with the importance of belief. he couldn't know what it meant for her to have someone to confide in, yet he continued on without judgment or question.]

His name was Peter Pan. He's gone now, but sometimes it still feels like I never left.

[ like there was no escaping Neverland completely, even as it ceased to exist. she could find the echoes of the island in the land before them, everything from the unsettling sounds to the strange, poisonous plants. if it wasn't for Jon, that darkness might have taken hold of Tink for longer than she would have been willing to admit.

instead of wallowing in the past, there was a gentle reminder of the present in how kind he was to pull her close, Tinker Bell's arms winding around him to allow herself the comfort he provided. considering how quick he was to dismiss a hug the first time they'd gone out together, Tink found the gesture rather brave. maybe it was just his hero's heart, looking to help others where he never expected the same for himself.

for her part, the fairy saw herself as capable and independent. she'd learned to rely on herself in Neverland, to depend on her own strength and nothing else... but for a few moments, she gave herself over to the safety of having him close - just long enough to remind herself that they weren't in Neverland anymore.

And then she pulled back, so as not to take advantage, prepared to answer whatever questions he had.]

I was there for a while - nothing ages in Neverland. It was thirty years before a group came to rescue one of the boys, and it turned out I had a history with a few members of the search party. I gave them information in exchange for a spot on the ship.

[ she'd betrayed Pan for a chance at a home. now all she can do is hope this world becomes one, too.]

I went back to their world, then to my own. The last world I was a part of before I came here was the Enchanted Forest, my home.

[However strange it might be, it didn't deter him from wanting to know what happened to her. What and who she was didn't matter, it would be processed and set aside until she was calmed and the time came to discuss it further. For now, there was something else that needed to be addressed.

The world she described seemed impossible, but he had come across a number of impossible things in his life. Resurrection, the walking dead, an island where nothing aged didn't seem like such a stretch of the imagination compared to that.

He could feel anger mix with his concern, struggling to discern what this Peter Pan might have done to her. The name meant nothing to him, but it didn't matter, it didn't change the look of fear and discomfort in her eyes.]

What did he do to you?

[It wasn't the right question to ask, but he had to know. 30 years stranded on that island? It was hard to imagine that she was left in peace.]

But you escaped. You aren't there now.