PETER
As the Demi-gods smile grows, so does his. ”You mean... I can’t die again?” Pet’s voice is so dry it’s impossible to tell if he’s joking, though the slow tilt of his head is far too intentional to be anything less than his own awkward brand of joke. Even if he had the choice, Pet isn’t sure he’d go back, content with this kind of existence so far, even blossoming in places.
”Tag?” Chewing his lip, Pet nods, wondering how the countdown will begin, and watching Wessex intently as she drops into a predators stance. No sooner has the word left her mouth than Pet is spinning, heading for the tree line and up, trying to break up her line of sight and disappear among the slowly waving branches.
”Tag?” Chewing his lip, Pet nods, wondering how the countdown will begin, and watching Wessex intently as she drops into a predators stance. No sooner has the word left her mouth than Pet is spinning, heading for the tree line and up, trying to break up her line of sight and disappear among the slowly waving branches.
when you cry your face is momentary
You hide your looks behind these scars
You hide your looks behind these scars
