>Davina
I don't know what's going on anymore.
I don't know what time it is, what day, where I am, what I feel. I can't feel anything. I can barely open my eyes, barely breathe. There's only one thing I do feel.
Pain.
It has engulfed my body. My muscles are aching from being bound in the same position for so long, my lungs are begging for me to take a bigger breath, my mouth is as dry as the desert, and the skin on my back burns and screams from the pure agony of the repeated cracking of the whip. The first few times I cried out, pleaded Jones and his crew to stop, telling them over and over again that I don't know where the Elixir is. Now I just cry silently; the tears slip down my face every time I don't give Jones the answer he wants. They wouldn't, and won't, listen. I just want some rest. No, I just want to lie down. Maybe then I can slip into permanent unconsciousness. The only protection I have is death. The thin, white dress that used to be pure barely provides any cover for me. It's ripped in more places than I know, some of the fabric still stuck to my scabbing wound in my stomach, and only covering whatever dignity I have left.
I hear the door creak above me, but I can't lift my head to look who it is — my neck is too stiff. I focus on breathing in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out...
My rhythm is abruptly disturbed by water filling my nostrils. I feel it drip through my hair, down my neck and back, down my face and chest. The waterfall stops and I gasp for breath.
"Still alive, Davina?" Jones says.
I can't answer.
I sense him bend down in front of me; his claw forces my head up to look at him, "What? No smart reply? No...sarcasm?"
I stay silent. Sometimes it speaks louder than words.
I peer at him through my eyelashes and down my nose. He chuckles, letting go of my chin. And then he slaps me across my left cheek, drawing blood across my cheekbone and down my face.
"Come on, Davina. I know you have more strength than this. How about you use it to tell me where the Elixir really is?"
I take a deep breath, "I. Don't. Know."
I scream at the new agony of a jagged dagger being plunged in my thigh. I draw in a long breath, gritting my teeth against the desire to cry.
"Don't lie to me!" He yells, "I know you know where it is, and I know you haven't taken it, because if you had, you would have healed."
"I'm telling you...I don't know...where it is!...If I did...I would tell you..." I croak out.
"Would you really?"
"Yes. Anything...is better...than this..." I explain curtly between dry breaths.
He holds the dagger and twists it ever so slightly, "Then where is it?"
I clench my jaw against the pain, suddenly finding the energy to form coherent sentences, "Was I not clear? If I knew I would tell you! But I don't, so I haven't and I can't!"
He yanks the dagger out and I groan, breathing quickly and deeply through my nose. Jones plunges it back into another part of my thigh and I scream louder than I had ever before. His claw grips my chin and holds my face still.
I can't take it anymore.
His eyes bore into mine and he watches as pain takes over my entire being.
A tear slips out of the corner of my eye, "Please...just kill me," I whisper.
"Why should I end your misery?"
"Because then I will live as long as you need me to and you have more time to find the Elixir," I say, "and because...I don't fear death."
His claw tightens for a moment, and his eyes flash with joy, "Tomorrow," and he lets go of my jaw. Jones stands, and walks to the door, opening it, "Tomorrow, Davina Jones, you die."
I let my head hang down. I watch my blood drip from my thigh and mix with the sea water around my ankles. It swirls around, moving from side to side as the ship rocks, and then dilutes. It's the first bit of warmth I've felt for a while. In the darkened corners, I swear a figure watches, shadows spreading outwards from their silhouette. For a brief moment, I feel less lonely, with the presence and the hint of warmth from my own blood. But it doesn't last, because the warmth I feel for those few fleeting seconds begins to disappear, as my eyes become heavy and slowly, slowly, slowly, droop shut...
>Pan
I have to be silent. I must move silently. I've arrived in complete darkness, and I panic slightly that I haven't come to the right place. But my eyes soon adjust, and I see the most horrific conditions. A variety of aquatic species cover the wooden walls of the hold, holes splattered through the wood from numerous cannon attacks, and sea water a foot deep. But that's not what horrifies me.
I see her.
Davina.
And her state horrifies me.
I make my way slowly down the steps so as to avoid making them creak. My foot steps into the water, and it's below freezing. I wade through to her small frame, now tiny due to her fragility. I crouch down, and take one of her hands between mine. Even I can feel how numb they are. The tips of her fingers are a deep shade of blue, with blood spattered across the back of her hand. Out of curiosity, I take the other and am relieved to see the Black Spot completely eradicated. A deep frown sets into my face when I feel warmth on my knee; I look down, and see blood pouring from her thigh where an ancient, damaged dagger is stuck up to the handle.
"What have you gotten yourself into?" I whisper as I look over her weakened body.
I listen to her breathing — she's barely even alive. I need to wake her up. I push her hair back, holding her face up and revealing the cut along her cheekbone and dried blood trails from the cut down her jaw and to her collar bone. Her lips are cracked and peeling, her skin so white it's almost transparent, and the dark circles under her eyes are almost black.
"Hey, Davina, wake up," I whisper with urgency, "Davina! Wake up!"
Suddenly, something changes. Her breathing is too quiet; I feel her pulse and it's slow. No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no...
I use my magic to unlock the shackles around her wrists. The ones around her ankles break in half just by sheer force of pulling them apart; her body falls forward and I catch her. I ease her body down to the floor, and I sit back in the sea water, not caring that my clothes are soaked and my muscles are beginning to numb. I have to wake her up.
While she's unconscious, I rip off the hem of her dress all the way around and then yank the dagger out and tie it off to stop the bleeding. I check her pulse again — barely traceable. Then her breathing...it's stopped.
"Don't you die on me, Davina Jones, we're not done yet," I whisper angrily.
I lie her down where the water isn't as deep, tilting her head back and opening her mouth. I intertwine my fingers and begin the chest compressions over her heart, breathing air into her lungs every so often. I keep going — one, two, three, four, five, six and breath, one, two, three, four, five, six and breath — until finally, she gasps and coughs, panting lightly as her breathing becomes stronger. I support her top half and look over her body to see the extent of her wounds. Around her wrists and ankles the skin is raw with deep cuts and abrasions; her lips are parted, the deep cut across her cheekbone still fresh, and bruises around her chin and jawline, a large patch of dried blood on her stomach, but it's only when I look at my left hand supporting her back that I see the real injuries. All I can see is blood covering my arm.
Jones will pay for what he's done to her.
I hear the change in her breath; her eyes flutter open for a second and I know she's caught sight of what's in front of her.
She frowns slightly, swallowing dryly, "P...Peter?"
I'm mildly shocked by her change of address, but it passes. I push her hair back to reveal her hollow cheek and sunken eyes, "Yes, it's me."
"You...you found me..." She says hoarsely.
"Of course I did. I never leave a lost one behind," I answer, "and I had to keep my promise, didn't I?"
"That...was then..."
"I don't care," I say, "Here, drink this. It'll help you heal," and I tip the canteen of Neverland's water mixed with a potion I made with the Queen to her lips.
She drinks hesitantly at first, but then grips the canteen and empties it in a few gulps. I watch the skin on her wrists and ankles vanish, the bruises fade, the cut on her cheek seal and the gashes on her thighs knit themselves closed. Her skin regains its colour, and her cheeks return to their previous fullness. She blinks a few times before opening them fully and she sits up abruptly. I let her have a moment, letting her feel her strength come back. She suddenly looks at me, her sapphire blue eyes brighter than ever as they connect with my green ones. And then I'm taken aback by her throwing her arms around my neck and hugging me to her; I freeze, but find my arms slowly encircling her in return.
"Thank you," she says, sniffing as she begins to cry.
"You're welcome," I reply, confused at an unfamiliar feeling in my stomach.
She pulls away, "What are you doing here? How did you—?"
"It's a long story, but that's not important at this moment in time. You need to get up, and we need to go," I say urgently.
"Right," she replies with a nod and we stand.
She looks down at her clothes, "I need to fix this before we fight."
"That's why I brought these," I say and hold out the exact copy of the clothes she's always worn.
"I won't need those just yet. I'm going to put on a show first," and she grins and waves her hand to pull her hair away from her face and to repair the dress, instantly looking like her old self. She winces, and touches her back, "Ow."
"Turn around," I order and she does so, pulling her hair back.
It's scattered with violent gashes, each one deeper than previous. Some overlap, others have only begin to scab while the others bleed at the slight pull of the skin. But the mark down her spine is almost gone.
"They'll heal, but slowly. You're going to need magic, and a lot of it," and she turns, smiling slightly.
"Good thing Neverland has plenty," she says.
I nod and smirk. Then I remember, "I brought this too," and I hold out her sword.
Her eyes light up, and she grins as she takes it from me, giving it a few swings, "Thank you, for all of this. But more importantly, did you get them?"
"Yes. Both of them," I confirm.
"Good. Now, are you ready for a fight?" She asks, and there's a ferocious twinkle in her eyes.
"Always," I reply.
I watch her; she slowly walks up the steps, places her sword by the door, and then she turns and sends a wink my way. She sits on the steps, and reaches up for the handle, pretending she can't reach it and she's struggling. Finally, she pulls the handle, and the door creaks open. She pulls herself up and reaches out. I take this as my cue to relocate.
>Davina
I stretch my hand out in front of me, using my acting skills to the best of their abilities. I pant, and groan as I heave myself up the steps. The wind and ocean whips at my skin.
"Someone pick her up!" Jones shouts.
Maccus and Ratlin rush over and pick me up by biceps, letting my feet drag along the floor. I let my head hang and wait for the right moment. I keep my knees bent, and as they pull me to Jones, I feel the skin on the tops of my feet and knees scratch and re-heal. This is going to be so fun.
"How did you get out of your chains?" Jones asks.
I cough dryly and take a long, rattled breath. They're so oblivious.
"Do you need me to ask you again, Davina? How did you get out of your chains?" He repeats as if I'm a child, bending down to be face-to-face with me.
I smirk, and look up, making eye contact with a glare, "One word: magic."
Before he can process what I said, I twist out of Maccus' and Ratlin's grasps and kick them both in the sides. I wave my hand to summon my sword and it appears in a swirl of blue smoke. I instantly swipe on both sides to cut them down and I swipe at Jones, causing him to yell from my blade cutting his skin. His crew members run at me but I'm too fast for them, and I cut them all before their swords even come within my radius. I make it to the other side of the ship, and hold my sword up.
"You had it all along. The Elixir. You took it," Jones accuses.
"What, this?" and I hold up the empty gold-gilded glass bottle that used to contain the Elixir, "No, I didn't take it. Someone else did though. And he's very happy with the results."
"You still think you can beat us all? On your own?" Jones asks.
I frown, "What makes you think I came alone?"
In a swirl of green smoke, Peter appears next to me with his own sword, his with emeralds in the hilt, "Actually, my island was very happy with the results, but it does belong to me, so really, it's the same thing," he says smugly.
We look at each other and fight the first wave of the crew members. I didn't realise how well Peter and I work together. We never get in each other's way, see when either one of us is about to get hurt, and it just works. I know fighting the crew is futile because we can't kill them, but we can weaken them and hold them back — we can stall.
Everything is going so well, when all of a sudden, it goes so wrong. I see Peter's sword fly out of his hand to the opposite side of where he is, and Maccus is holding him with a knife to his throat.
"Let him go," I say.
"Or what? What are you going to do, Davina? You can't win, so just give up now. I should have just killed you when you asked me to," Jones says.
I see Peter look at me and frown and I feel a wave of shame at my moment of weakness, and guilt for giving up so easily. But then I feel anger. Pure, searing hot, rage. I drop my sword.
"You're right, Jones. But only about one thing — you should have killed me when I asked you to, because then, I wouldn't have been able to do this."
I use my anger to fuel my magic. With a wave of one hand, I separate Peter and Maccus. Peter flies and hits Starboard with a loud thud. He looks at me with shock as he recovers. I raise my hands in the air, taking the crew members up too. Wind starts to whistle and there's an orange haze around me as my magic spreads. The ship shakes, and with a twist of my wrists, their necks break and I drop their undead bodies to the deck.
"Did I forget to mention? I picked up a few tricks," I say and throw him back against the wheel.
I watch him struggle to stand up, but he does, and he brushes broken bits of wood from his body. That's when the music begins to taunt him:
"Ruthless winds, Raging seas, Who have stolen my true love Davy Jones of the Seven Seas, Oh, bring him back to me..." I use some magic to amplify the tune from the locket, and add the lyrics to the sound, "Every day and every night, Locked in darkness, all alone, Many tears, my love, I have shed, Hoping you would come..." He freezes as the song reaches his ears, and I watch him crumble, "Oh, my sweet Davy Jones, Time has come for you to return, Please come back to me my love, My beloved Davy Jones..."
Jones is immobilised. He's taken by the music. This is his weakness.
"When ten years have passed, my love, Please return to me, I'll be waiting here for you, Our love shall ever be; Though your heart belongs to the sea, I will still be true, I'm here waiting patiently, And still in love with you..."
Jones unfreezes, "What is this? How did you get that song?"
I smirk, and hold up the locket, "You shouldn't leave precious possessions unattended. It's...unwise."
"How have you done all of this? None of this...should be working. What have you done?" Jones questions, confused and shaken by my strength.
"It all started a long time ago. I had this plan..."
>Pan and Davina, before she was taken
"It involves using the Elixir. It gets you and me our lives back. Remember that plan I mentioned before?" Davina asks and he nods, "This is it. Listen to every word."
Davina unrolls a piece of parchment that contains drawings and notes of an elaborate map. She takes the pendant from around her neck and places it on the parchment.
"Is this...?" Pan begins.
"Yes, this is the map to the Elixir," she answers curtly.
"This is...Arcadia..." Pan comments, his frown deepening.
"Yes, what about it?" Davina asks.
"Nothing. What's your plan?" Pan replies, evading.
"Okay, first of all, I'm going to need you to trust me on everything I say," Davina begins.
"Why wouldn't I?"
"Because some parts of this plan sound suicidal."
"If it gets you killed, we're not doing anything," Pan decides.
"Pan..."
"No. Davina, you almost died today. No need for you to get that close again," he says.
"Pan, I've had this planned for...years. Please, this is the only way."
"Fine. I trust you know what you're doing," Pan replies reluctantly.
"Right then. You need to keep this map on you at all times. Don't show it to anyone, don't tell anyone you have it. The knowledge of having access to the Elixir can drive some people crazy. Secondly, you're going to need this," and Davina holds up the pendant.
"How will you get to the Elixir?" Pan asks, inspecting the pendant.
"Patience. This is what's more than likely to happen. Davy Jones will take me from here. He'll do it when no one, not even me, is aware. Probably when we're asleep. He'll force me to take him to the Elixir, and I'm going to stall. Stall long enough for you to get the most important part done."
"Let me guess, it's not rescuing you?" Pan asks, exasperated.
"No, not yet. You'll wake up and I'll be gone. You won't realise because Jones has access to his own type of magic. But you need to find out where I am, get magic beans somehow, collect anything I need but won't have, water from Dead Man's Peak and go to Storybrooke."
"I'll be dead before I reach the other side of the portal. They won't let me live," Pan points out.
"You'll be fine. Why? You'll go there, and explain what's happened. You give proof however you need to. You show Hook and the others my plan. Get them to do a tracking spell so you know where I am and where you need to go at all times, and so you can find me. You'll have to convince Hook to use his ship, but it should be easy. Round up the Lost Boys, and tell Hook you need to go to Isla Cruces. He knows where it is and why. You need to go to this point on this map and dig," Davina continues and shows an 'x' on an island, "You'll find a chest. Take it out, take it to the Jolly Roger, and unlock it using your magic. Next, you go to Arcadia."
"This is mad," Pan concludes.
"That's the easy part. To get to the Elixir, you have to wear the pendant and a symbol of purity, then get through the jungle, past Sirens and the ghosts of those at peace, and then get to the Palace of Arcadia. The Elixir is obvious. Take it, go back to Neverland," Davina instructs.
"What? Why?"
"And pour it on the hourglass. It'll break the bond between you and the Shadow. You'll regain control and Neverland will live forever without weakening. You will live. And no innocents have to die."
"Why?" Pan repeats.
"Why what?"
"Why do you want to save me?"
Davina sighs, thinking. Why did she want to save Peter Pan? He's evil. He's callous. He's cold. He's not...good. But everyone can be, can't they? Everyone has some goodness in them. And Pan has a good side. He was willing to save Henry, right? And he's willing to go through with this plan. There's also the hint that he's determined to save Davina — not let her die, get hurt or risk her life. Why is he so willing to do that? If Pan can find it in himself to protect Davina, she can find the reason why she wants to save him.
"Because...everyone can be saved. Neverland is a beautiful place, it's the Shadow that makes it dark. And It doesn't do you any favours. The Elixir should give you the freedom you want."
"Thank you," Pan says sincerely.
"It's the least I can do," Davina replies, "anyway, you should notice the difference. Neverland should change. When you've dealt with the Shadow, because I can guarantee you're going to have issues."
"I'm guessing this is where I find you and whatnot," Pan says.
"Correct. The tracking spell, make sure it's on the Jolly Roger. You'll find me. I'll handle the rest."
"What about the pendant? Won't you need it to navigate?"
Davina chuckles, "I don't need it to navigate. I know my way wherever I am. I'll put on a show."
>Davina, present day
"Then how did you get us in?" Jones asks.
"I told Peter to leave it in the first spire before the entrance. While I was leading the way, I took off the duplicate, the one that you saw, and swapped it with the real thing. You didn't even notice, because you were too caught up with living forever to pay attention to the detailed journey to get to Arcadia. It's hilarious, really," I explain.
"You..." Jones begins.
"What? Hm? What am I, Jones? I'll tell you. I'm avenging the lives you took. I'm bringing some fairness to your crew, and those in your Locker. You deserve to die."
"How? You can't kill me. You don't have it," Jones replies confidently. But I hear the falter in his voice.
I look out at the horizon, a small smile on my lips as I spot the Jolly Roger gaining. I wait a few more moments, and then just when it's the right distance, I wave my hand and the chest appears in my grasp.
"Don't I?" I say, smirking and quirking my eyebrow.
"How did you...?"
"Never underestimate a pirate, Jones. You should know that. Especially if they're female." I smirk inwardly at the memory of the first time I said that on Neverland.
"You can't get in it, though."
"Again with the undermining!" I click my fingers and the chest swings open.
Inside, his ocean-encrusted, rotting heart beats inside. I take it out, holding it up to show him. He freezes once again, and for the first time, I see fear.
"You were right, Jones. I knew where the Elixir really was the whole time, but I wasn't going to tell you. I had a plan, and it wasn't going to go wrong. For once, a plan isn't going to go wrong."
"You can't kill me. You know the consequence of killing me," Jones says.
"Loopholes!" I sing.
Jones frowns. I hold the heart up, and it levitates. I let it float in the air where he can see it clearly. I take my sword and hold it up, ready, but he stops me again.
"I'm on water. That's my strength, my home."
"Oh...right..." I say, pretend to be stuck.
But I simply repeat Regina's famous gesture, creating a fireball. I drop it to the ground, and it spreads, drying out the whole ship so it's bone-dry. The only water available, is the ocean. I raise my sword higher, and from my palm, a trail of fire grows, twisting around the hilt and the blade. I hold my word parallel to his heart, and make eye contact with him.
"Hey Jones, one last question..." I shout, smirking, "do you fear death?"
He trembles with anger, and just as he's about to fight back, I let my sword float in the air, flames wrapping around it, and move it forward, and it sinks into his heart. It bursts into flames. Jones gasps and chokes, he falls to his knees. He changes. He's no longer the Davy Jones of legend, but his human self. The man from his song. I feel a pang of guilt for killing this human, but not enough to make it stop. I can see a tear slip out, glistening on his cheek, and then he falls onto his front, his eyes closing and his final breath puffing out before he turns into ash.
There are a few moments of silence on the ship. Everything settles, calms down. Just the sounds of the waves on the ship, and the ship rocking, the wood creaking, and a slight breeze. But then more change happens. The ship transforms — the holes in the wood repair themselves, the sea matter falls to the deck, the sails become whole again. Then the crew stand, and they watch themselves regain their humanity. They are human again. I smile. Peter stands and walks over to me, pushing his sword into the scabbard.
"What's happening?" He asks.
"Normality," I answer simply, "Speaking of which..." and I smoothly change into my old clothes.
"It worked?"
"You're surprised?"
"Honestly...no. You never fail to amaze me, Davina Jones."
"Thank you. And anyway, don't you always say, 'Peter Pan never fails'?"
"Good point. I don't. But what happens with them now?"
"They need a Captain."
"What about you?"
"What?" I say in disbelief.
"You're a pirate, you need a ship. They need a Captain. And you saved them, why not?"
"What about you?"
"What about me?" Peter asks.
"You go back to Neverland, you'll be all alone. You have your freedom now..." I say.
"True. But—"
"Davina." I hear behind me.
I turn to see Hook, and grins split our faces. I run up to him, throwing my arms around his neck. He hugs me tight, picking me up.
"Thank God you're alive!" Hook exclaims, "Why did you never mention this psychotic plan of yours?"
"Because it wasn't quite ready. And again, you would have tried to stop me," I answer, "but thank you, for helping."
"Of course. You're the only family I have left."
"How's everyone back in Storybrooke? Has anything happened?" I ask.
And we talk. Hook fills me in on the recent events, particularly about the enemy they're waiting for to appear.
"Don't forget, they could be right in front of you," I remind him, "Anyone new, and anyone suspiciously getting too involved."
"Always on the ball, that's why you make such a good pirate," Hook compliments.
"I learned from the best," I say and we both smile, "What about now? Are you going back to Storybrooke?"
"Yes. I have matters to attend to. And you?"
"I don't know...P-"
"Excuse me, Miss Jones, can I speak with you?" a crew member asks.
"Oh...of course. What is it?" I say.
"We just wanted to thank you for freeing us. One hundred years before the mast is no way to spend your life. So, thank you," he says.
"What's your name?"
"Bill. Bill Turner."
"Well, Mr Turner, there is something I want to bestow upon you," I say and conjure up a new hat, "Captain of the Flying Dutchman."
"Davina, what are you doing?" Peter asks.
"This is a new ship. It has to make a new reputation for itself. And I think the person to do that should know what it should be like, and he's the one crew member who protested against my torture. Mr Turner here should be captain, not me," I explain.
"And where will you go? Come back to Storybrooke with me? Or?" Hook questions.
I glance at him, then look at Peter and keep eye contact as I smile, "No, I have a new adventure."
Hook sees and understands, "Aye then. Well, sorry to cut our reunion short, but I need to get back. I assume I will see you again?"
"Aye. You go, I'll be fine. I love you," I say and we hug for the last time.
"I love you too. But, before I do go, there are a few things that need to be said," Hook says and points.
Peter and I turn our heads to see the Lost Boys swinging across on ropes to the Dutchman.
They stroll over to us with smiles, "We want to come back." Felix says.
"To Neverland? Why?" I say.
"Storybrooke just isn't the same as Neverland. It's not home," Ricky answers.
Peter looks at each and every one of them, and he actually looks touched. I've never seen that emotion on him before. It suits him.
"Now that that's settled. I'm off. I'll see you on the other side of the horizon," Hook says.
We nod and he returns to his ship. We all watch as it disappears into the distance, and then drop down into a portal. We observe as the crew prepare the ship, Captain Turner taking the position well. They shuffle around, sweeping off the fallen sea debris into the ocean, and soon the Dutchman is transformed.
"Well, Miss Jones, once again, thank you. How will you be travelling home?" Captain Turner asks.
"I think Peter has it covered. We just need to use your plank," I answer.
Peter holds out a magic bean, walks to the side of the ship and throws it out to land just under the plank. The portal opens and grows. We send the Lost Boys through first, Peter and I deciding to go last so we know everyone has gone through. We step up and onto the plank.
"Wait, before we jump, why did you start calling me Peter?" He asks.
I smile, take his hand and pull us into the portal.
- - -
We land on the beach in Neverland. I prepare for the landing and manage to get onto shore through a forward roll. I wait a moment, and then stand, and brush the sand from my legs. I hear the boys groan and I laugh to myself as they struggle to regain their composure. They stand, look around, and then at each other, and cheer as they run through the forest, presumably back to the camp. Peter stands next to me, looking through the forest.
We look at each other, and mirror each other's smirks.
"Race you," I say.
"Let's play," he answers and we break into a sprint.
We run. And we laugh as we run, feeling liberated. I see camp ahead and push forward. This race turns into a chase, and Peter runs behind me. I feel giddy with fear and excitement and happiness. I keep running, but I slow when I reach the slight incline to the camp. I feel like I'm about to beat him when his arms suddenly grab me around my waist, and I scream with surprise.
"I win," he whispers in my ear, and then spins me around.
"Once again, Peter Pan never fails," I reply with a big grin.
"I think I know why you call me Peter."
"Why?"
He smiles a proper smile. He pushes my hair away from my face, holding it up to face him. Our eyes lock — sapphire blue and emerald green. He knows. So I let him reveal the answer.
And he presses his lips to mine.
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