My Favourite Ghost

As Adams hand came down on his shoulder, Peter stiffened, and turned just enough to stare at it, his face sour. Not that whatever was bothering him about it was enough to make him actually pull away, especially not once Adam started his ‘story’. Even the sour face didn’t make it past the city name, surprise and then suspicion darkening his eyes in quick succession.

There was a moment, after Adam was finished, where Pet was silent, chewing his lip and considering what he wanted to say. How could he explain that he had never known anything but being that monster, that the role fit him like a wellworn glove? It was what he did, what he had been taught to do, and what he was would, and almost had, die doing.

But, on the other hand, there was a burning curiosity in Peter. How did Adam know about his city? About the river? Bodies might not float on it like he said, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t where the dead found themselves, whatever their causes.

Sighing through his nose, Peter looked up as if he was searching Adams face, then spoke. ”I will do... I will do what I’m told to. Like I always have. It’s not... going back if I... if I never leave.” Despite his attempt at disinterest, Peter is uncomfortable. He had had a taste of freedom, living with Maea and spending time with adam, and it had been delicious. Foreign, and terrifying, and new. But the new wasn’t enough to tempt him away from the known, not when the known was beaten so deeply into his core, so he shrugged, and moved on.

To the far more important question that had arisen. ”How do you know Sainen? I... I haven’t...” Peter trailed off, suspicion in his eyes. He didn’t want to reveal how he knew it, in case it was just a... coincidence, or a fluke. Not that he thought it was, it was too strange to be anything like that.

PETER

They don't know you like I do
The little secrets that you keep
I'm gonna haunt your dreams at night
You'll have to hide those kitchen knives