The wedding wasn't quiet.
Hook found himself shocked, when he stood in his shirtsleeves on the beach, not only that he was in fact marrying, but also at the scale of the affair. Wendy found herself equally shocked, that she had managed to snare the illustrious pirate Captain into matrimony.
The thought of bolting did cross his mind, but the sight of his fianc é changed that. Wendy wore the blue of the night gown she had worn so long ago. A sleeveless corset that pressed her breasts into inviting half-circles, tight to the hips, before flaring into a skirt of the purest silk which clung to her legs as she moved, the colour of the cloudless sky. Entirely indecent of course.
Her nut brown hair had grown in a spiral of curls past her shoulders, and was left free and wild in the warm Neverland breeze, which whipped natural roses into her cheeks and made her eyes glitter with excitement. Wendy regarded her future husband with similar enjoyment. He had left his red velvet coat aboard his ship, but glowed in pristine shirtsleeves that flattened to the hard planes of his chest in the wind, eyes sparkling blue that glowed from his tanned face like jewels in a dull setting.
And surrounding the pair on the Neverland beach, their feet in the surf, their eyes wary but celebratory as they watched. Wendy had demanded Hook row them to shore, a No-Man's Land, so whomever wished to watch may do so. The crew, of course, their eyes leaking tears of joy as they realised Red-Handed Jill would be theirs forever. Smee, his ruddy Irish accent above all others as he cheered. More surprisingly, perhaps, the Indians. Not all of them, of course, the pirates were present. But Fedha stood, grey eyes glowing, happy to find what had become of her friend to a degree that she nearly forgave her choice of husband. Jian grinned, but kept one hand carefully on his bow and arrow. Kaha was the only morose member, silver eyes shielded, although he tried to remain cheerful for Wendy's sake. The sage stood close beside him, her wizened apple face watching everything, saying nothing.
Most surprisingly, Peter. The Lost Boys scattered around, too young to be particularly interested, but enjoying the ceremony that had all on Neverland at peace for the sake of one girl. Peter was the only one whose eyes were vibrant. Who knows with what, anger, happiness, sympathy. In any case, he didn't kill Captain Hook, nor would he attempt to in the near future. His gift to his mother, the most important woman who had ever been in his life, in the hope that she would forgive him one day for not being all she had wanted. When it came to the vows he flew away in a flash of gold hair and green eyes, unable to bear it.
Other creatures watched. The mermaids popped their heads up, strange faces shifting. Fist sized lights scattered around the crowd, fairies who giggled and chattered. Fila was particularly prominent, resting on Wendy's head every now and again, violet eyes warily watching James.
But all of this… was irrelevant. Neither James nor Wendy noticed the spectacle their union had caused in Neverland, previously unheard of, a parlay uncalled yet enforced with a severity that stemmed from love for the woman he was about to make his forever.
They said their vows, hands clasped, eyes glittering. The bawdy jokes and ribald laughter prevented it from being horrifically romantic, even as the sky turned red with dusk and the sea glittered like a pool of molten rubies. When it came for them to kiss, the warm hand of James on the silk of her waist was as intoxifying as the lips that touched hers, breathe gasping and her fingers twining in his hair. The crew found themselves shocked as their Captain touched his new prize ever-so-gently, his lips a promise rather than a brand. They had no rings. James ruefully glanced at his hook, before declaring that jewellery would not touch his skin so long as he lived.
It wasn't sunbeams and moonlight. It wasn't sordidity and clutching fingers. It was something entirely new, entirely their own, infused with magic and need and desire and pure love, the insensibility of children and the awareness of adulthood.
And that's all! I think I've done these poor characters to death, I just love them so much! I hope you've enjoyed my re-work of Peter Pan and have found this even remotely more satisfying than J.M. Barrie's version! Please let me know what you think, and have a happy read of whatever else get's shoved your way.