tink ; one | cb fin

He's saved a lot of people over the years. But you were the first. No matter what, no matter if you wake up tomorrow to find the sky is falling, you will always be the first. Slightly can think he's second in charge, Wendy can think she'll lay claim to him, they can think whatever they want, because it has always been the two of you: Peter and Tink, ever since you can remember. Ever since you were a starving little girl and he was a starving little boy and you found each other and somehow made life livable again.

And you're happy, smiling and waving at the boys and even brushing Wendy's beautiful hair because the thought of snipping it off with a pair of rusty kitchen scissors is enough to satiate you. For now. Hmph. But it does hurt when you see their eyes interlocked for a second longer than necessary, or how easily he laughs at her jokes, or how he talks about her when she's not there and you are forced to bite your bottom lip, play the voice of reason when you want nothing more than to grab the big oaf by his arms and shout right there, right into his face, What about me?