”Nostalgic.” It was a good sounding word for the feeling in his chest. Familiar, without being close to familiar. Peter glance up, watching the plume of smoke from both the explosion and the fire fade away.
The exuberance of Rexannas reaction to his water magic brings a violent flush to peters cheeks, the redness uneven where it peeks through scars. However, it’s nothing compared to the shades he turns when she sees the bracelet he made for her. Blue eyes focus on anything but her as he tries to respond in a shaky voice. ”It’s really not... I-I, um.. you’re... you’re welcome.” He hasn’t thought it had been particularly impressive, but he was glad that it had been well received, a shy smile on Peters face despite his embarrassment.
Then she is asking if he minds, and confusion cuts through his embarrassment, Peters head cocking to the side. Though he didn’t know what she was asking after, he also though there was very little she would do that he would mind, and so shook his head. Blue eyes watched the hands on his shirt, then widened in amazement as the fabric seemed to shift before him. ”This is...” Peter began in amazement before he’d even been asked, hands smoothing over the new material. He looked up at Rexanna, a brighter smile on his face than what he’d offered before. ”It’s... it’s so nice. Thank you. Thank you.” He can’t keep his hands off the softness of the new shirt, the texture absolutely perfect. ”You didn’t have to.”
PET
he is trying to tell you that there is some sort of shining star now buried deep inside him and he has to dig it out with a knife.
