Gonna Make You Popular

The eyes on him only served to make Peter more uncomfortable as he stripped his scarves off, the sharp eyes of the fey woman only heightening the feeling of exposure. This time when hands grabbed his face, he stiffness and did not let himself be moved, Peter’s wife unblinking eyes locked near her chin. He wasn’t quite bold enough for direct eye contact still. Peter want given a chance to speak up before the woman vanished into the trees, one of his scarves trailing behind her. This could be his chance to leave, and the idea was tempting enough that he was on his feet without thought, turned towards what he thought was the direction out. His feet didn’t move though, couldn’t. He owned very few things, and the strange woman had taken one of them. With an unhappy whine, Peter sat back down, drawing his knees up as high as he could and wrapping the remaining scarf he had around the lower half of his face. His fingers found a way between the fabric, Peter hooking them in his lips so he could keep from chewing them to anxious shreds. This would be how Jiao came back to him, his eyes flicking up to her when she came close again. Peter The only thing I know is this: I am full of wounds and still standing on my feet.