Prompt - Darling Pan - Paint
This got… interesting. And sort of long. And creepy. And wow for a DP fic it’s got very little Peter x Wendy interaction I apologize.
Forgetting how to fly (x)
Sometimes, even when all the windows were closed, the black curtain swayed slightly, lifting almost enough to reveal what was beyond it.
The black curtain covered a square on of the third-floor corridor, not far from the door that lead to the attic of the Darling House : Wendy Darling noticed it when she was only a little girl, but it was always part of the décor, a piece of her surroundings she didn’t really wonder about.