spongetastic: (Adam: Close)
Trust in me, trust in me.
Don't pull away
Trust in me, trust in me.
I'm just trying to keep this together

Two o'clock in the morning and Peter was wide awake )
spongetastic: (Grim)
He stood off to one side with his arms crossed over his chest. He listened to the congregation drone the responses whenever they were prompted. Once or twice his mouth opened wanting to join them but his voice remained silent. He didn’t come here for spiritual reasons, anyway. He came for the other function of the church: a sanctuary.

Earlier that day Peter was submerged in madness and screaming, and death )
spongetastic: (Sorrow)
He stood with his head bowed, his arms crossed tightly and held close to his chest protectively. He shivered at the cold but made no effort to move. He was too numb to care, and not just from the rain that continued to pound on his soaked body. He closed his eyes, bowing his head under the pressure of the storm.

Everything was so perfect for Peter at first )
spongetastic: (Grim)
"Peter?" Adam stood on the other side of the door, his arms crossed over his chest. Peter was inside with his hands resting on the sink. His face was pale and sweating, his eyes shut tightly as he trembled. When he didn't answer Adam knocked lightly. "Peter?" he tried again worriedly.

"I'm fine," Peter breathed out. "Just give me a minute."

Peter, you've been in there for over an hour )
spongetastic: (Suspicious)
"Adam!!" Peter ran across the grass eagerly. He made it to their house's front door and wrenched it open, hurrying inside. "Adam!" he called again. The immortal appeared from the kitchen, his eyebrows going up when he saw Peter standing there.

"Is everything all right, love?"

Tessa's in labor! )
spongetastic: (Adam: Plot)
You owe me nothing for giving the love that I give
You owe me nothing for caring the way that I have
I give you thanks for receiving it's my privilege
And you owe me nothing in return

Peter shifted the shopping bags in his hands )
spongetastic: (Adam: Dominate)
Immobilized by the thought of you
Paralyzed by the sight of you
Hypnotized by the words you say
Not true but I believe 'em anyway
So come to bed It's getting late
There's no more time for us to waste
Remember how my body tastes
You feel your heart begin to race - Shiver, Maroon 5

By the time Peter came back into the cabin... )
spongetastic: (Roofing)
"Questions are dangerous, because they have answers."-Jacqueline Carey

Loud screams could be heard through the crisp spring air )
spongetastic: (Adam: Dominate)
Make someone's day

Hey, Adam. I went out to the store and I found some rice wine. I don't know if it's any good but... I hope you like it.


spongetastic: (Default)
Peter Petrelli

October 2013



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