PETER
All at once, the worry about being caught catches up to him, Pet rising to his feet and brushing himself off. An insipid stare moves over the threat of the trident, before lifting up to Raza’s face. Two scarred hands raise, showing off their emptiness before Peter hazards a step closer, trying to resist the urge to apologize as he does.
Words rise to his tongue, sitting there while he mulls them over, leaning to look past the woman at the recently struck patch of beach. ”You scared me.” He offers finally, brows knitting together in a frown that almost borders on a pout. He’s not going to let himself be threatened when he was here first.
Words rise to his tongue, sitting there while he mulls them over, leaning to look past the woman at the recently struck patch of beach. ”You scared me.” He offers finally, brows knitting together in a frown that almost borders on a pout. He’s not going to let himself be threatened when he was here first.
I don’t know where I’ve been
But I know where I wanna go
But I know where I wanna go
