my greatest flaw is a human heart
It is early. Early enough that the sun is only a suggestion on the horizon, Haulani sleepy and quiet and bearable. Already, this is Peter’s favourite time of day, even more than dusk, than the surprisingly bright night time.
This is a wander without purpose, without real destination. Perhaps his mind wanders a touch too much, perhaps his focus drifts around him, but Peter is never quite off guard, never fully relaxed, even alone as he is. So when the soft crack sounds behind him, almost like a foot stepping on a plant, he whirls, head cocked and eyes narrowed.
But there’s nothing, nothing at all, except the slight rustle of plants. And then the much more insistent rustle of plants, a tree that sticks out like a sore thumb trembling as it grows before his very eyes. Slowly, hesitantly, and well aware that he would look insane if there was anyone there to see him, Peter creeps up towards the tree, not sure what to do except poke at a branch.
His head darts around, the loneliness of the morning suddenly a curse, Peter needing the validation that would come with someone else seeing this tree. Anyone.
This is a wander without purpose, without real destination. Perhaps his mind wanders a touch too much, perhaps his focus drifts around him, but Peter is never quite off guard, never fully relaxed, even alone as he is. So when the soft crack sounds behind him, almost like a foot stepping on a plant, he whirls, head cocked and eyes narrowed.
But there’s nothing, nothing at all, except the slight rustle of plants. And then the much more insistent rustle of plants, a tree that sticks out like a sore thumb trembling as it grows before his very eyes. Slowly, hesitantly, and well aware that he would look insane if there was anyone there to see him, Peter creeps up towards the tree, not sure what to do except poke at a branch.
His head darts around, the loneliness of the morning suddenly a curse, Peter needing the validation that would come with someone else seeing this tree. Anyone.
PETER
