PETER
He doesn't quite straighten up, not yet, but he does shift, the hand not split into a blade lifting to tug up the layers wrapped around his torso, revealing a patchwork of scars, none worse than a twisted silvery rope that all but bisects him. "Could you do better than that?" Really, Peter isn't sure why he pushes, why he prods at buttons when he doesn't know the mechanisms that lie behind them.
His ease is not mirrored, though it does little to deter Peter from relaxing more, another audible click as his blade hides itself away again. His head tips to the side, the words 'Well you should have.' dying on his lips, useless and unhelpful. But she is not lost, his concern, already a long-forgotten notion, unnecessary. "Are you... are you going somewhere, then?"
As his concern is turned back around on himself, Pet stands, taking another step back as he does for just a little more breathing room between them, and looks around at the explosion of lush green vegetation around them, the calls that echo in the distance from gods only know what. "I'm... alright." Not lost, not really. Not in any danger.
His ease is not mirrored, though it does little to deter Peter from relaxing more, another audible click as his blade hides itself away again. His head tips to the side, the words 'Well you should have.' dying on his lips, useless and unhelpful. But she is not lost, his concern, already a long-forgotten notion, unnecessary. "Are you... are you going somewhere, then?"
As his concern is turned back around on himself, Pet stands, taking another step back as he does for just a little more breathing room between them, and looks around at the explosion of lush green vegetation around them, the calls that echo in the distance from gods only know what. "I'm... alright." Not lost, not really. Not in any danger.
I’m sorry lover, I’m sorry I bring you down
Well these days I try, and these days I tend to lie
Well these days I try, and these days I tend to lie
