“It won’t be okay. It would be the worst day if I forget.” He had hated that part of himself. Someone like him was cursed with memory loss having lived so long. It was far from a mercy, it was punishment.

“I love you, Wil. I tortured him, yes, but he poisoned you in the worst of ways. The second he turned you was when you could have almost died. Fae are nature, vampires are unnatural. There can’t be both. Only one or the other. Fae and vampire blood mixing kills the body slowly.” He will not apologize for it, if anything, he guessed he and Kheelan should’ve killed him off to begin with, let Wil wonder… yes, it was selfish, but given that bastard broke Pan’s jaw and some ribs before they could take him down. “I love you Wil. I couldn’t see you like that.” And he’d felt Harry’s power, given he felt his jaw break and ribs snap while Kheelan and he took him down. If it weren’t for his power, he’d be dead from that alone. “… I still can’t quite feel terrible about that. Maybe I made the wrong choice, but I made it, as did Aisling. Your Harry is alive somewhere.

… As for my worser moment. I was scared, I went into a mode that I wished you didn’t see, far less witness first hand. Vampiric… me…. I’d have killed Neverland” He shivered at the thought. The connection would’ve made him as, if not more worse than that other bastard, “I’d have been parasitic, draining the life out of the land… but fuck, I didn’t mean what I said. I was scared, not thinking right. It makes no difference, but I shouldn’t have hurt you. Never you.” He hated himself, for losing himself and not seeing Wil for that one moment. Teeth grit behind closed lips, “it’s to late for apologizing now. All I can give is your freedom and the knowledge that your Harry lives and is alright.” Maybe it was wrong to say it, but if it comforts Wil…

He bit his lip. “You are my boy, no matter how old you get. Always my little baby… I spent revenge and they deserve worse, but human forever sounds fun enough. They hurt you, they turned your Harry to ash, they broke you and so I and Aisling broke them. I know I can’t make up for what I did. But I refused to let you slowly die either.”

He stood up and looks at Wil fully as Wil cried. “I would not lose you and neither would your dad.” He could only imagine if it was Kheelan alone. Starvation to death for the vampire would have been a kindness if Kheelan had his way he bet. “The dragons hurt you, I hurt them more.”

Peter was not sorry for what he did to Harry, he was more sorry that he harmed Wil so bad in the process. “Would you rather I stood to the side? Let the little salamanders gloat over hurting you? No. They are nothing now, just little humans. No high and mightiness now, no more burning up others for their own fun. They are not dragons, they are little lizards, puny and meaningless that act like they are somebodies. If I have to do just as bad or worse than what they did to protect my family, I will.”

“The question I do ask. Who are you, Wil? That is an answer for only you to find. A prince of two worlds. Half-Fae. Son of the Autumn Court Prince and the Neverland King.” He smiles some, proud of Wil. “And our beloved son, my little Wil.” He had to be strong for his sake. “But never be afraid to ask for help whenever you need. None of us are far away.” He was forcing back tears, not wanting to break down. What would be to gain if he begged Wil to stay? Even though he wanted to, willing to offer anything for him to stay. He had to root himself.

“And please be safe… don’t.. don’t tell me where you are. I don’t want others to know that may try and stop you.” He didn’t know he was gripping his own arm so tightly. “Be free, Wil.”

He knew Wil was there and only turned his head when Wil approached and spoke to him.

He was unsure even now if what had been done was wrong. In his mind, Wil had been happy without the painful memories. Painful memories made one forget to fly, it weighed others down.

Maybe that is what made him wrong. Wil was not entirely a human, nor fae, nor like himself. He was Wil, his Wil. And he smiled at the words. “Thank you, Wil.”

But what came next made his heart ache. And he had to hold back his need to be selfish and say no, demand he stayed. He wanted Wil to stay forever. But he had to keep himself from trying to convince him to stay.

He appeared in front of Wil and looks at him, taking in the image of his son as if afraid he’d forget him. “I love you to. I…” His voice trailed, “are you sure? I.. I just want to make sure you’re going somewhere safe and fun.” He wanted to ask where Wil was going, but he didn’t know if he should.

“Will you visit?” 

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The dragon took a moment to consider this entire situation, slowly looking up to catch the details of both of them as they would immerge from what looked like nothing.

The thing with Devrim … is that he also wasn’t just like anybody, he knew Wil, and knew how the Faeries in Neverland worked, despite the fact, that he did respect and cared about Wil … to some degree. Wil raised him, just as much as Harry, although Harry had always been more open with him about him caring.

He didn’t fully trust Wil, even though, he wanted to, and he already knew that Aurie was a bit teetering on having any true allegiance .. he already experienced that with the Faerie upstairs.

It also kind of hurt to think that they would lie to him. Did they not trust him? He knew Wil was mad at his dads, he was, too.

He cared about Harry. Hadn’t he said that?

“Are you going to take me away, or give me a choice, Wil?” he instead, added. “Is that why you’re talking to Aurie? Because I overheard you the other time. I heard you tell Harry and Aurie that you wanted to lock me away in your book. I know it hurts, Wil. I see it now. I see now why you never showed it … but I’m my own person. I have a life here.”  He let the dad thing sit a minute.

He stood where he was, not letting his expression shift outside of curiosity towards the home around them. “We were talking about magic, nothing more.”

He paused at the reminder, he had not taken a side then, and the Harry Hook guy had been against it. He didn’t show his thoughts nor was he going to force Devrim to choose a side as he walks too one of the couches and sat. 

“Do you feel like you belong here, Devrim?” He finally asked.

“It doesn’t get lonely for you?” He asked finally, seeing the beam that was in contrast to his frown. He guessed it was different, Wil was a half-fae, Aurelius was a vampire. Two very different creatures. “I mean, I guess we’re different, but sometimes eternal life feels, well, eternal in sad ways.” 

He listened and nods, “that’s the feeling that I feel off and on. Maybe once every decade or so where things change or somehow go to quick. I know that feeling all to well. Others like Mr. Hook are opposite, he loves this life and doesn’t at all act like it weighs on him, if it is than he hides it as great as I hide my feelings. I get it to well.

And well, I guess I should count myself lucky for living this long. Maybe in ancient times, Kindred- vampires were far more guaranteed to live for at least five hundred years. Now though? Not so much. We fight over the most foolish of things. Some understandably foolish, others just plain foolish. But I won’t bore you with our nights, you are here to see Harry Hook.”

If Aurelius had known about Wil and how wanted he had been some years ago before the rumor spread that the crazed childe of Harry was killed and Harry was driven more mad. He didn’t know the details, but the fact that he still was living his un-life shown the bit of mercy his world gives to barely anyone. The lose of a his childe, torture for Caine knows how many nights, and have what territory he had stripped away until he barely had any. His expression was grim at the memory. News and rumor travel. Harry threatened the Masquerade with that childe of his… how he escaped with his un-life was beyond Aurelius..

“Hmm, you may say you are out of touch but you’d fit in well with a lot of youths nowadays.” He turns it up some and the bit of bass tuned up some but not to where it was jarring.

He punched into his phone that clicked into place on the holder, typing an address even though he knew where it was.

“40 years? How old are you again? I mean, physically I think I am 24, unsure, really I am about 90 give or take some years.” The cars were something he got used to, but were a good means of travel if not the subway which was sometimes quiet some nights.

He opens the door to the driver’s seat and gets inside, unlocking the doors so Wil could choose where he wanted to sit and was more comfortable. The car turned on with some metal tunes that one may never have thought Aurelius would be into. Thankfully it was on low volume, otherwise it may have blown out the kid’s eardrums.