PETER
It had been some time since Peter had last spent a night in the Launceleyn manor. He had a bed elsewhere, one that was warmer than what he had in the big empty manor. One that made him feel more whole than what was supposed to be his home. But he couldn't intrude on Adam for so long without feeling bad, so he had returned to the manor, just for a night. To reset.While he had been hoping to be in and out, like a ghost, the imagined specter who barely belonged, noises from the kitchen stayed his early morning escape. Instead, Peter creeps towards the noises, pushing the kitchen door open and holding his breath, as if that would keep him out of sight.
It's Loren. Only Loren. They haven't spoken since their spar in the forest, and Peter honestly can't remember if they've even crossed paths since then. Maybe that is what drives him to creep further into the room, holding his tongue until he's afraid if he doesn't speak he won't at all. Peter sucks in a breath, the air almost sticking in his throat, and steps closer again, no longer putting in any effort to keep himself silent.
"What is... what are you uh... making?"
And oh, don’t you wanna love?
And don’t you wanna feel?
I remember, you were reckless, you were hungry
You were real
And don’t you wanna feel?
I remember, you were reckless, you were hungry
You were real
