(Not my style, but I appreciate the invitation all the same. Such a gentleman.)
[ peter knows what he's getting into the moment the last words hit him. there's a smile on his face beneath the veil, the blood beneath his skin fever warm at the thought because what's boredom but sitting around drinking and mourning someone you barely knew? there's no harm in having a little fun away from watchful eyes, the kind where he might get a little blood out of it because it's all he's got these days.
that's a current under him observing closely, watching the firelight behind them fade when he turns back to look for half a second. whiplike, quick, shifting from behind them to before them, but hardly an ounce of uncertainty in him, no fear, just forward. ]
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[ peter knows what he's getting into the moment the last words hit him. there's a smile on his face beneath the veil, the blood beneath his skin fever warm at the thought because what's boredom but sitting around drinking and mourning someone you barely knew? there's no harm in having a little fun away from watchful eyes, the kind where he might get a little blood out of it because it's all he's got these days.
that's a current under him observing closely, watching the firelight behind them fade when he turns back to look for half a second. whiplike, quick, shifting from behind them to before them, but hardly an ounce of uncertainty in him, no fear, just forward. ]