writing_shadows

It was at times like these he wished he had never bothered coming back into the fold. All the pain, all the misery, all the god damn stupid rules that unfortunately couldn't be broken lest something come back to bite you in the arse. Neverland was never like this, it was a much simpler existence. In Neverland you get yourself into trouble just as easily as out of it. Here, here it was very easy to get into it. Less so to get out of it. It was one reason he had stayed away for so long.

How had he gotten himself into this mess?

Exactly the same way he did every other time, he got drunk, had an idea, and followed it through. The fact there was a pretty face involved helped matters greatly along with the distinct chance of getting his leg over.

He remembered the pretty face, the drinking, the smiling, the laughing, the crying, the idea, the Dragon, the drinking, the flowers, the dancing, the drinking, the arguement, the Dragon, the realisation, the other pretty face, the second realisation, the pain, the words, the fucking, the rescue, the second fucking, and then the warm, soft embrace of one of his favourite Ladies. The one who normally solved all ills, for a while at least. He already knew when he woke up he'd be further up the brown river watching the paddle go over the waterfall before him.

He closed his eyes, the words tumbling out of his mouth as he curled up into a ball on the damp, dank earthen floor, and let himself fall into her embrace.

Now, he had definitely planned to get screwed this christmas, but this was taking the biscuit.

How in gods name had he ended up engaged?