A thin smile crosses Pet’s face, proud despite the terrible weight of Longnight. [say]”Wessex uh... took care of a lot of them. And... the big one.”[/say] He assumed. [say]”Sh-she uh,”[/say] his voice wavers here as he remembers the creeping cold, [say]”she had some big... stuff.”[/say]
As tickled as he is by the demonstration, Pet can’t help the worry that shoots across his face, his brows pulling together. It sounds spectacularly dangerous, more so than what he’d been caught out doing, and it doesn’t sit well in his chest. But Adam was here, whole and hale, so that had to be worth something.
[say]”Did you kill it?”[/say] Theres a kind of solemnity in Pet’s voice, a grim curiosity. He knows he should hope that the answer is yes, know that he should hope that Adam eradicated one more beast that stood against them, but there’s a certain amount of horror that comes with killing anything, and it’s a feeling Peter does not want his husband to experience. At least no more than he has to.
As tickled as he is by the demonstration, Pet can’t help the worry that shoots across his face, his brows pulling together. It sounds spectacularly dangerous, more so than what he’d been caught out doing, and it doesn’t sit well in his chest. But Adam was here, whole and hale, so that had to be worth something.
[say]”Did you kill it?”[/say] Theres a kind of solemnity in Pet’s voice, a grim curiosity. He knows he should hope that the answer is yes, know that he should hope that Adam eradicated one more beast that stood against them, but there’s a certain amount of horror that comes with killing anything, and it’s a feeling Peter does not want his husband to experience. At least no more than he has to.
