030. Grovel

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There's no winds to lift Hook's sails. No rains or storms — only the calm fury of magic buzzing.

Neverland rejoices within the sweltering heat. The underside of Peter Pan's mud-smeared foot digs against Hook's temple. He forces his head down against the watery, gravel-lined beach, until the tide fills Hook's nostrils, his toes wriggling playfully.

"Beg me for your life, codfish," Peter tells him with a malicious light in those jungle-bright eyes.

The sea tastes sour-salt and cold, brimming him.

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Once Upon a Time isn't mine. I've been having fun with shorter word counts lmao -shrugs- it's not like there's requirements or anything it's just me screwing around with a three month long self-challenge is it three months yes ahhhh okay thanks for checking this out u reading this and comments/thoughts appreciated!