PETER
If he hadn’t already been outside, he would have ignored it. At least, that was the lie Peter told himself. The soft, haunting voice seemed to call for him, lead him to the edge of the Great Wood, where he hesitated. Could he justify this enough to actually break a rule? Whatever it was that sang so sweetly could be a threat. It was for the good and safety of everyone that he went to at least investigate. A weak lie, but enough for Peter to push over the border and into the trees. The night, already dark, was made more so by the trees blocking out the starlight, and if he hand then filling the singing, he would have been lost immediately.
To his panic, he found he wasn’t the only one who had responded to the song, and followed it to its red tinted conclusion. He recognized Remi, whom he kept a wide berth from, and the fey woman, but the rest were strangers to him. It seemed safest to linger near the back of the group, so he could make a hasty exit if need be.
And oh, don’t you wanna love?
And don’t you wanna feel?
I remember, you were reckless, you were hungry
You were real
And don’t you wanna feel?
I remember, you were reckless, you were hungry
You were real
