stepsonbutterflies: (Concentrate)
Peter Petrelli ([personal profile] stepsonbutterflies) wrote2013-01-04 11:45 am

Now you're right beneath my feet, but still within my reach

He wanted an escape, an exit, a way out. Peter had screwed up everything so thoroughly that he couldn’t muddle his way out, at least not now. He needed a break from string theory, consequences, reactions and responsibilities. He couldn’t go back to before he’d messed things up, not until he had a solution because the potential for screwing things up further was too high. He needed to go somewhere fresh, somewhere he hadn’t touched to focus on how he could fix his timeline. Peter took a deep breath, closed his eyes and used Hiro’s teleportation.

When he opened his eyes, he had no idea where he was. It felt different from what he was accustomed to. It looked different and it certainly wasn’t torn up from a virus or an explosion. That was an improvement in and of itself. He took a step forward, glancing around for clues to where he was. Honestly, he didn’t really care where he was. It was a case of ‘anywhere but there’. This wasn’t there. It worked for him.

[personal profile] no_substitution 2013-10-18 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"You will." She nodded like it was decided, and her hand twitched again like she wanted to touch the scar again. It was fascinating, in the way that you keep constantly running your tongue over the hole where teeth used to be.

Instead she tugged at the hem of her shirt, stepping back to display a swath of perfectly tan skin marred by a huge puckered scar just under her rib cage that seemed to resemble what the aftermath of being impaled would look like. Arching her eyebrows, the shirt shifts higher, exposing the lime green lace of her bra and the ten inch scar on her chest from her heart surgery when she was a baby. "Scars aren't so bad."
Edited 2013-10-18 19:59 (UTC)

[personal profile] no_substitution 2013-10-18 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"I was impaled by my own stake." She didn't seem to bothered by the idea though, as if she had just accepted it long ago. Which was true -- it had been almost ten years since she was called. She leaned in, forcing Peter touch the scar, and her, more firmly. Her deep brown eyes sparkled. "Do you want to do know a secret, Peter?" Mm, she liked his name, the way it rolled off her tongue like raindrops slipping between her fingers.
Edited 2013-10-18 22:23 (UTC)

[personal profile] no_substitution 2013-10-19 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
Sassy leaned in closer, arm lifting to curl around his neck to tug him down a little so her melodic voice could whisper in his ear. His hand on her skin was so warm and firm, capable, it made goosebumps sprout of her arms. "That was the first time I died."

[personal profile] no_substitution 2013-10-22 03:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"I get bored a lot." As if that were the reason she died, often. Gently, she released him from her grasp, but she didn't pull away, standing there on her tip toes, pressed against his chest. He was solid. Warm and firm, he smells like spices and sweat. It made her a little dizzy after a moment and she unceremoniously dropped off her toes, stumbling back a bit.

[personal profile] no_substitution 2013-10-28 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Technically she had another hobby -- a job actually, but she was CEO, so she didn't actually do anything. Kind of like a tiny, early twenties, immortal Tony Stark. Who was also a slayer...

Vaguely similar.

But she was still willing to go with it, lips sliding into a small smirk. "What kind of hobby?" And before he could even answer, she added: "Do you want to come home with me? I'm making spaghetti and by making I mean I'm opening a can of spaghetti-o's and eating it right out of the can. But this place is pretty dead, so..."

[personal profile] no_substitution 2013-11-09 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Usually they're dead." Her smirk deepened with humor, turning it back into a smile as she closed the tiny space between him and her small hand lifted to take his. "So no, you're pretty special."

[personal profile] no_substitution 2013-11-24 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Good." She nodded firmly, happy with his answer, and started to lead the way out of the cometary and toward the street.

[personal profile] no_substitution 2013-12-08 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
Shaking her head no, she stops a few feet outside the gates of the cometary and points to the building (a hotel) across the street. "It's right there."

Easy access to baby vamps, the bar scene for better vamps, and a hospital with a blood bank for savvy vamps. Sassy had them all within walking distance. She also had housekeeping and laundry services and access to the pool and gym, so the hotel's penthouse suite was pretty much the best apartment ever.

"My dad used to take me to stay here when I was little so when I moved out on my own, I... Moved there." And crossing the street now! She does look both ways, but luckily there is a lull in traffic on the relatively calm evening, so they don't need to play frogger to make it to the other side.

[personal profile] no_substitution 2014-02-04 06:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"It reminds me of him." She drags him in through the doors, nodding to the doorman who seems surprised that a man is trailing behind Sassy. She drags him all the way past the elevators and shoves open the door to the stairwell.

Yeah, she's a slayer, twelve flights of stairs is nothing. Keep up, Peter!