Good time for a change
see, the luck I’ve had
Peter opens his mouth to immediately say no, it wasn’t me before he pauses, and slowly closes his mouth again. Saying it like that simplified it a lot more than he was really comfortable with, especially since he knew it wouldn’t be the end of the questions. ”I was uh... sensitive, or... receptive to uh... the magic stuff in my world. But... I had a lot of it um... put into me? So... it was like magic, but not... not me.” The magic he had here felt more natural than it ever had before, felt like less of a infection and more like an extension.
Usually Peter would be far more guarded about his past, the things he’d gone through, but something about Kai was easy to talk to, easy to explain things to. Or maybe it was just him, maturing and getting better at dealing with his own shit. Or, most likely, it was a little of both.
The question Kai asked was a little bit beyond Peters knowledge, though it didn’t seem to really be directed at him. Apricum pressed up against the gentle touch, nosing to the side of Kai’s finger as if asking for a more thorough pet, though it pauses as it feels the blooming between its ribs, and stares at Kai with empty sockets. It is the first inkling Peter gets that something is happening, and he drops out of the tree to crouch beside his companion, watching. For a single terrible moment, he thinks the red is blood, thinks that somehow, the bones are growing flesh once more, but the bulbous caps of mushrooms make themselves clear, and he lets out a breath.
The red is a bold statement between the stark bleached bones, and Peter reaches out to run his finger along Apricums ribs, eyes wide. ”What did... how did you... you did do that, didn’t you?” The questions drop of his tongue quickly, strangling each other as his mind catches up to what exactly he’s looking at, what he saw.
Usually Peter would be far more guarded about his past, the things he’d gone through, but something about Kai was easy to talk to, easy to explain things to. Or maybe it was just him, maturing and getting better at dealing with his own shit. Or, most likely, it was a little of both.
The question Kai asked was a little bit beyond Peters knowledge, though it didn’t seem to really be directed at him. Apricum pressed up against the gentle touch, nosing to the side of Kai’s finger as if asking for a more thorough pet, though it pauses as it feels the blooming between its ribs, and stares at Kai with empty sockets. It is the first inkling Peter gets that something is happening, and he drops out of the tree to crouch beside his companion, watching. For a single terrible moment, he thinks the red is blood, thinks that somehow, the bones are growing flesh once more, but the bulbous caps of mushrooms make themselves clear, and he lets out a breath.
The red is a bold statement between the stark bleached bones, and Peter reaches out to run his finger along Apricums ribs, eyes wide. ”What did... how did you... you did do that, didn’t you?” The questions drop of his tongue quickly, strangling each other as his mind catches up to what exactly he’s looking at, what he saw.
can make a good man
turn bad
PETER
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