The figure looks like someone else, but Peter can feel the tightness across his own shoulder blades. He has a chronic muscle spasm in his right shoulder; his yoga teacher says it's all stress-related. - Oh Peter, you make me laugh and laugh. In derision!
"Oh, Peter, you look perfect." Peter grins to himself as his mother trilling voice precedes her into the room -- the truth is she probably got chest pains when she heard a taxi had dropped him off on the grounds. - *snort* Still laughing at you, Peter.
"Darling, 'nice' is for flowers and requesting bail money. Please don’t 'hi, mom' me." Angela Petrelli sweeps into every room as though being presented at court. - And this reminds me of Narcissa. Yaye.
"Some worry about one child more than the other. Nathan was born self-sufficient. You -– you needed forceps."
Peter chuckles. His mother is special. Even his dad says so. - Special!!
He had contemplated leaving the house with a cufflink and a paperclip - Alright so that and the substitute teaching is making me feel a little fond.
It's only upon a second glance that he notices Nathan at their father's side, and for a moment Peter thinks he's going to slip in shoes that haven't even been broken in yet –- but tonight, apparently, grace is on his side. - It's really amazing what a difference Nathan makes in how I feel about Peter.
Also him finding the cufflink in the bottom of that mug stands out and makes me happy for some reason.
The fine cotton of his Oxford shirt rubs against his forearms, making the hairs on the back of his neck rise. - You know who I'm really fond of? You.
People close to Nathan seem to gravitate towards each other as though, if they're all close enough, Nathan might materialize. - Yesssss. Make him materialize. Please, please, please.
Peter's hair falling in his eyes. "I saw the repeats," he says, pushing wayward locks behind his ear. "Three is a magic number you know." - ♥ ♥
Heidi laughs again. "I'm sure your kids must love you."
"I'd like to think they do," Peter confesses. "I think they're pretty great, too."
"But we all know Pete's a little deluded." Nathan's voice chimes in, and Peter can feel the vertebrae in his spine snapping to attention seconds before Nathan's hand comes to rest on his shoulder. - Bwahahaha! HE IS SO THE BEST.
Oh and tingles. That spine thing gave me tingles.
. "It's always good to know you believe in me," Peter snipes.
"I used to believe in Santa Claus, too." Nathan's hand is heavy, and Peter can feel the muscles in his shoulders tightening. - Seriously. He brings me laughter and joy.
It's the difference in how they get their points across: Peter believes in things when he says them. He may not believe it five seconds later, but for that moment in time, Peter is a believer. - Ah lord. Am I feeling fond of him again? So soon?
Nathan's jaw visibly tightens under Peter's assault. "You would know, wouldn't you? How many of those have you had to drink?" Nathan asks stiffly, nodding to the empty flute in Peter's hand - And quick as it was here the fondness is gone.
"Not enough," Peter says bitterly. "Not even close." - Hello derision, my old friend.
Peter's cock when not related (ha related!) to Nathan should never be mentioned. Ew.
"Then keep looking," Peter urges, "just leave me out of it." He exhales loudly through his nose while trying to tug free, but Nathan is a man of war. In his dark grey suit and Brooks Brothers shirt with pale green stripes, he is prepared for battle. - Peter is so amusing. I can't stop laughing at him.
And we already covered the whole you talking about clothes thing makes me smile yeah? Excellent.
"Nice suit," Nathan says mildly.
Peter narrows his eyes. "Thanks."
"Did someone die?"
"Not yet –- but it's still early," Peter spits. - *very happily watching them*
They could never live happily ever after.
That's not how this story ends.
That's not how any story ever really ends. - *nodding along*
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"Oh, Peter, you look perfect." Peter grins to himself as his mother trilling voice precedes her into the room -- the truth is she probably got chest pains when she heard a taxi had dropped him off on the grounds. - *snort* Still laughing at you, Peter.
"Darling, 'nice' is for flowers and requesting bail money. Please don’t 'hi, mom' me." Angela Petrelli sweeps into every room as though being presented at court. - And this reminds me of Narcissa. Yaye.
"Some worry about one child more than the other. Nathan was born self-sufficient. You -– you needed forceps."
Peter chuckles. His mother is special. Even his dad says so. - Special!!
He had contemplated leaving the house with a cufflink and a paperclip - Alright so that and the substitute teaching is making me feel a little fond.
It's only upon a second glance that he notices Nathan at their father's side, and for a moment Peter thinks he's going to slip in shoes that haven't even been broken in yet –- but tonight, apparently, grace is on his side. - It's really amazing what a difference Nathan makes in how I feel about Peter.
Also him finding the cufflink in the bottom of that mug stands out and makes me happy for some reason.
The fine cotton of his Oxford shirt rubs against his forearms, making the hairs on the back of his neck rise. - You know who I'm really fond of? You.
People close to Nathan seem to gravitate towards each other as though, if they're all close enough, Nathan might materialize. - Yesssss. Make him materialize. Please, please, please.
Peter's hair falling in his eyes. "I saw the repeats," he says, pushing wayward locks behind his ear. "Three is a magic number you know." - ♥ ♥
Heidi laughs again. "I'm sure your kids must love you."
"I'd like to think they do," Peter confesses. "I think they're pretty great, too."
"But we all know Pete's a little deluded." Nathan's voice chimes in, and Peter can feel the vertebrae in his spine snapping to attention seconds before Nathan's hand comes to rest on his shoulder. - Bwahahaha! HE IS SO THE BEST.
Oh and tingles. That spine thing gave me tingles.
. "It's always good to know you believe in me," Peter snipes.
"I used to believe in Santa Claus, too." Nathan's hand is heavy, and Peter can feel the muscles in his shoulders tightening. - Seriously. He brings me laughter and joy.
It's the difference in how they get their points across: Peter believes in things when he says them. He may not believe it five seconds later, but for that moment in time, Peter is a believer. - Ah lord. Am I feeling fond of him again? So soon?
Nathan's jaw visibly tightens under Peter's assault. "You would know, wouldn't you? How many of those have you had to drink?" Nathan asks stiffly, nodding to the empty flute in Peter's hand - And quick as it was here the fondness is gone.
"Not enough," Peter says bitterly. "Not even close." - Hello derision, my old friend.
Peter's cock when not related (ha related!) to Nathan should never be mentioned. Ew.
"Then keep looking," Peter urges, "just leave me out of it." He exhales loudly through his nose while trying to tug free, but Nathan is a man of war. In his dark grey suit and Brooks Brothers shirt with pale green stripes, he is prepared for battle. - Peter is so amusing. I can't stop laughing at him.
And we already covered the whole you talking about clothes thing makes me smile yeah? Excellent.
"Nice suit," Nathan says mildly.
Peter narrows his eyes. "Thanks."
"Did someone die?"
"Not yet –- but it's still early," Peter spits. - *very happily watching them*
They could never live happily ever after.
That's not how this story ends.
That's not how any story ever really ends. - *nodding along*