#am:peter

"Peter?"

- @foqhearted

There was a beat of silence before the older man's eyes came into view and settled on the door. He had hardly noticed himself drift away from the real world, but that happed rather often. He did his best to put on a warm smile to greet the man leaning slightly into the doorway.

"Ah, Martin. What can I do for you?"

@foqhearted

The morning had already been a bit long for Peter by the time he was waiting outside Moorland House for Martin to arrive. Finding out just exactly who was inviting Martin into their fold was proving to be tricky, but with carefully placed questions and memos he had established the branch of family members who must had been involved. Nathaniel was his likely suspect with his need to interfere in things, but why remained a pressing and annoying question. His efforts in finding out had already taken a bit of toll on his patience. In an effort to gain that back, he was soaking in the Lonely nature permeating the very Earth of his family estate.

For as long as Peter could remember (and likely far longer than that) the grounds of Moorland House had been so saturated with the devotion of the family that it bordered on a domain of its own. Residing in the house or on the grounds for long periods could lead a normal person to their Lonely ruin, but for an Avatar like himself and the other members of the family it was more like an impossibly parge bed. Soft, comfortable and refreshing.

Please please please interact with Simon and Peter. I beg.

It had been so long since Peter had bothered to set foot on land, the simple act of walking was proving disorienting. Without the sway of the ship below him, he felt himself teeter now and then in his stride. Six months at sea had taken its toll. He stepped carefully down the street away from the harbor, expression determined and focused. He had only bothered to get off the ship at all for this three-day pause in the UK to find out what Elias had been trying to contact him about.

As he stepped he faulted and narrowly avoided bumping someone slipping passed him who seemed to stumble near to the street. His annoyance at their presence was instant, but he made the effort to grab their shoulder. He quickly plastered on that charming, easy smile as he turned to face them.

[Jon]

I honestly haven't the time nor energy to put toward any sort of sporting event. I hope we win? Maybe? I honestly don't care.

[Peter]

I would think it would be obvious. It's sailing, of course. If I bother to tune in.

[Simon]

I'm rather fond of diving and climbing, myself. Anything with height! I've become fond of skateboarding in recent years as well!

[Michael S]

Oh! I uh- I like Gymnastics, I suppose? It's very impressive, actually.

[Arthur]

Anything noncontact . I know what those sports do to your brain.

[Sephyr]

So….. we need to talk. It’s about Martin. If you even go near him again, I won’t hesitate. To do what? Well, I’ll just say it won’t be pretty…

The tall man shifted in place to move his weight to face the figure now addessing him. His cold eyes flickered from the box he had been quietly pawing through in search of statements fitting just exactly the angle he needed to this new presence and its interruption.

Send my character a ★ and I’ll bold everything they feel toward your character.

Send my character a ★ and I’ll bold everything they feel toward your character.