Mad: Crayon
Oct. 6th, 2009 06:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spongetasticHe hadn't been to the house in months. He regretted that, but it couldn't be avoided. His life was too unpredictable to allow him such free time. When he had free moments he took full advantage of them. And of course, those free moments always found him in front of this house. It was the closest thing to home he had; he would always be drawn back here, no matter what else happened.
The door opened for him and a familiar figure stood smiling at him on the other side. "Peter!" Elle greeted him happily. "I can't believe you're back. It's so good to see you!"
"Good to see you too," he said. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him.
On the outside the house looked more or less the same from his last visit. The inside told him a different story. He saw a small pair of tennis shoes near the front door, and as he moved farther inside he saw toys strewn all over the carpet. Peter carefully nudged one out of his way.
"Where's Noah?" he asked once he made it to the living room. He could see evidence of the boy's presence, but not the boy himself.
"Taking a nap." Elle busied herself with picking up Noah's toys. After standing idly around for a few moments Peter moved to help her. Together they made the carpets safe to walk on again and deposited all the toys in Noah's toy chest.
"I'd hate to wake him," Peter frowned, "but I brought something for him." He took out a small package, fiddling with it thoughtfully. "I'd like to give it to him in person."
"Of course," Elle beamed at him. "Take a seat and I'll go get him." Peter nodded his thanks and sat down on the couch. This place held such warmth and comfort for him. It was more than just being a secure place for him. It was the people living inside: Elle and Noah. Two people he loved so much they might as well have been family.
Speaking of Noah, the boy's face appeared around the corner. Peter caught the child's eye and a huge smile broke out on Noah's face. Squealing in delight, the boy toddled as quickly as he could to Peter's side. Smiling gently, Peter opened his arms to greet the boy and swooped him up.
"Unca Pete!" Noah cried happily, his little hand patting Peter's scar.
"Hey, buddy," Peter said. The young child's pure joy was boring its way through his tough exterior. Peter could feel it infecting him, making him smile. "I brought something for you," he mentioned. He held out the package for Noah's inspection. The boy tore through the wrapping and discovered a box of crayons.
"Oooooh." He held the box in his tiny hands reverently. He turned his gaze on Peter and beamed at him. "Thank you!" Noah chirped out.
"You're welcome." Peter placed a hand on the boy's head, ruffling up his hair a bit. "Now you can draw me pictures of things that happen while I'm away."
"Does that mean you'll come by more?" Noah asked him, tilting his head to the side.
"I will," Peter assured him. "So be sure to draw a lot of pictures for me."
"Okay!" Noah nodded eagerly. "I will, I promise."
Peter smiled to himself watching the boy scurry off. He had more than enough reasons to come here as often as possible. But it never hurt to find one more.
The door opened for him and a familiar figure stood smiling at him on the other side. "Peter!" Elle greeted him happily. "I can't believe you're back. It's so good to see you!"
"Good to see you too," he said. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him.
On the outside the house looked more or less the same from his last visit. The inside told him a different story. He saw a small pair of tennis shoes near the front door, and as he moved farther inside he saw toys strewn all over the carpet. Peter carefully nudged one out of his way.
"Where's Noah?" he asked once he made it to the living room. He could see evidence of the boy's presence, but not the boy himself.
"Taking a nap." Elle busied herself with picking up Noah's toys. After standing idly around for a few moments Peter moved to help her. Together they made the carpets safe to walk on again and deposited all the toys in Noah's toy chest.
"I'd hate to wake him," Peter frowned, "but I brought something for him." He took out a small package, fiddling with it thoughtfully. "I'd like to give it to him in person."
"Of course," Elle beamed at him. "Take a seat and I'll go get him." Peter nodded his thanks and sat down on the couch. This place held such warmth and comfort for him. It was more than just being a secure place for him. It was the people living inside: Elle and Noah. Two people he loved so much they might as well have been family.
Speaking of Noah, the boy's face appeared around the corner. Peter caught the child's eye and a huge smile broke out on Noah's face. Squealing in delight, the boy toddled as quickly as he could to Peter's side. Smiling gently, Peter opened his arms to greet the boy and swooped him up.
"Unca Pete!" Noah cried happily, his little hand patting Peter's scar.
"Hey, buddy," Peter said. The young child's pure joy was boring its way through his tough exterior. Peter could feel it infecting him, making him smile. "I brought something for you," he mentioned. He held out the package for Noah's inspection. The boy tore through the wrapping and discovered a box of crayons.
"Oooooh." He held the box in his tiny hands reverently. He turned his gaze on Peter and beamed at him. "Thank you!" Noah chirped out.
"You're welcome." Peter placed a hand on the boy's head, ruffling up his hair a bit. "Now you can draw me pictures of things that happen while I'm away."
"Does that mean you'll come by more?" Noah asked him, tilting his head to the side.
"I will," Peter assured him. "So be sure to draw a lot of pictures for me."
"Okay!" Noah nodded eagerly. "I will, I promise."
Peter smiled to himself watching the boy scurry off. He had more than enough reasons to come here as often as possible. But it never hurt to find one more.