A crown of gold;
A heart that’s harder than stone;
So far he seemed to be doing well, though Peter suspects Neron will be as difficult to read as Zariah could be. ”The pleasure is mine.” He insists softly, this part of the conversation easily rehearsed and repeated. ”It is good to... formally meet you.”
Peter’s lips curve up into a soft imitation of the smirk offered his way, too stiff to come across as anything other than nervous. ”I appreciate your time still. And I am... glad I got the chance to enjoy it before then.” The idea that it got even colder than it already was during Deep Frost wasn’t a pleasant one, even if it technically made sense.
At least he didn’t get long to fret about it. Instead he had a much worse question to fret over, and not a lot of time to do it. ”I do what I’m needed to.” He answers immediately, hesitating a moment longer with the thought of ‘was that enough?’ going through his head. ”I’m skilled with my hands... making things, doing precise work.” His hands stayed firmly behind his back though, despite how they itches to move now.
Peter’s lips curve up into a soft imitation of the smirk offered his way, too stiff to come across as anything other than nervous. ”I appreciate your time still. And I am... glad I got the chance to enjoy it before then.” The idea that it got even colder than it already was during Deep Frost wasn’t a pleasant one, even if it technically made sense.
At least he didn’t get long to fret about it. Instead he had a much worse question to fret over, and not a lot of time to do it. ”I do what I’m needed to.” He answers immediately, hesitating a moment longer with the thought of ‘was that enough?’ going through his head. ”I’m skilled with my hands... making things, doing precise work.” His hands stayed firmly behind his back though, despite how they itches to move now.
And it hurts a whole lot;
But it’s missed when it’s gone;
PETER
