spongetastic: (Blood)
Originally written in 2008

Pieces )

Cigarette

Mar. 4th, 2013 06:56 pm
spongetastic: (Crossed)
Originally written in 2008

Cigarette )
spongetastic: (Bed)
Originally written in 2008

Sleepless Night )

Meanwhile

Mar. 4th, 2013 06:48 pm
spongetastic: (Coffee)
Originally written in 2008

Meanwhile )

My Hero

Mar. 4th, 2013 06:45 pm
spongetastic: (Gulp)
Originally written in 2008

My Hero )
spongetastic: (Kiss)
Originally written in 2008

Outside World )
spongetastic: (Whoa)
Originally written in 2008

Face to face )
spongetastic: (Profile)
Originally written in 2007

Thoughts of Him )
spongetastic: (Sylar: Talk)
How could you miss someone when they were two feet away? That was how Peter felt around Sylar lately. The sensation made him ache, only getting worse as the days dragged on. Sometimes the taller man would touch Peter’s hair or shoulder, but the gesture was always brief. When the hand moved away Peter felt more alone than ever.

Finally he couldn't stand it anymore )
spongetastic: (Ready)
Make a wish. When he was young, he would close his eyes and believe with all his heart that blowing out the candles would make his wish come true. They didn’t always, but that didn’t matter. There was always a chance, and that gave Peter hope. Being a typical child, he used his wishes for things like toys or tickets to sporting events.

Even at that age, he knew that if he really wanted something he could make his own wishes come true.

The flame gave off a small glow in the darkness. He watched it, barely breathing to keep the flame alive. He grew beyond wishing for toys; some would say he grew beyond wishing at all. But Peter still did it every year because he still believed in its power.

Peter closed his eyes and made his wish: All I want is to be a hero. He blew out the candle. This wish would come true; he could feel it.

Becoming

Nov. 27th, 2012 06:21 pm
spongetastic: (Emoing)
It would be so easy to find an excuse for what he did. But deep down Peter knew that no amount of excuses could hide the fact that it was all him. An outside force might have tipped him over the edge, but the core of it was still inside him. The anger was certainly there; Peter had always been the passionate type.

But there was more. It was so easy for his finger to form into a point, for his mind to make an incision into skin, to kill… No, there was definitely some level of awareness in all that. It was a darkness he could always feel but never wanted to face. Certainly it wasn’t something he wanted anyone to face. Once they did, everything would change.

What was he becoming…? Or worse, what had he already become?

Profile

spongetastic: (Default)
Peter Petrelli

October 2013

S M T W T F S
   12345
6789101112
13141516171819
20212223242526
2728293031  

Syndicate

RSS Atom

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Sep. 23rd, 2017 04:27 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios