#brutalsun

Well, getting into the building wasn’t easy, it turned out that the man in the lobby wasn’t so willing to let people into the building that he didn’t know. So, Peter did the only thing he thought logical and killed him. A little bloodshed never hurt anyone, right? Even stole the spare keys and even a rough chocolate bar and made his way up to Giselle and Nikolai’s floor. It had been a while since he had seen his older siblings and well, it didn’t hurt to pay them a visit. Obviously, he had exterior motives. While on the way there, that rough chocolate bar was gone and the wrapper was unfortunately now on the floor. It’s not like Peter cared. He didn’t even bother knocking, jewellery adorned hand stuck the key in the door and opened it, he looked around before making his way in. He left the door cracked half-open.

“Oh..Giselle?”

It was silent, he smirked. Perfect. So, naturally, he made his way to the kitchen and opened the fridge, stared at it for a second and then grabbed what seemed like really fancy cheese and a bottle of champagne. Peter made his way to back to the living room and plonked himself on the couch, totally casual, like he owned the place. Blood splattered hands pulled out his phone and started to scroll through it. Feet on the table and then he waited, completely civil. Well, what else was he going to do? It wasn’t long until Giselle came through the door, his blue eyes looked up at her, his signature smirk on his lips.

“Gisela..”

He got up and took a step towards her.

“I didn’t come for the sights.”

The better question would be, where was Anton and what were these two up to?

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peter woke up, with a raging headache no doubt. he rubbed his eyes and then he looked around, it took him a few moments to realise that this was no his room or his house for starters. how did he get here and more importantly, where was he? he scratched his head, actually not remembering much from the night before. actually, he remembered nothing and well, it wasn’t the first time he had gotten really drunk and while he usually he didn’t get a headache, he felt like he had been run over by a truck at least 50 times. peter sighed, he grabbed his phone and scrolled through it, trying to grasp what had happened last night. unfortunately, it seemed like the day previously had been completely erased but he thought he should get up and start getting ready and at least try to figure out where he was. he placed his phone back on the side table. the witch got up, walked over to a shirt of his that was dumped on the floor and started to put it on. that’s when he noticed other clothes, that most definitely weren’t his. he put his shirt on, simply passing off as another one night stand, he figured he’d just get his clothes and leave, without even waking the woman up.

that’s when he turned around and realised that woman was ava and that there was a wedding band on his finger. he almost fell down and let out a scream. “what the fuck?” if nik found out about this, he would have his head on a silver platter and not that he really cared, he did like being alive. he slipped his pants on and with no regards for the sleeping ava, he yelled “wake the fuck up!”

Her words intrigued him, mostly because what did she know? Did she know about him? What he was? She wasn’t familiar so it wasn’t possible that they had met before because he would have remembered her, right? And surely if she was an enemy of his, then she wouldn’t be so friendly or if she was in leagues with his brothers...there were many thoughts running through the old witch’s mind and well, what kind of person would he be if he just assumed these things of her? Perhaps she came here with good and innocent intentions and the only way he was going to find if he listened to her. He eased back into his chair, first he looked at his planner, wondering if he had any meetings soon and it seemed like he was free for a while. Then he looked back at her.

“What have you heard about me?”

Well, that wasn’t suspicious at all, was it? Definitely not hiding anything...he tried to sound genuinely curious but it was mostly to figure out if she was a threat or not. She seemed innocent from the outside but he couldn’t be too careful. He was on high alert and hopefully that wasn’t too noticeable. 

“Well, it’s lovely to meet you, Ava. Would you like something to drink? I would be happy to answer whatever questions you had.”

He kept a watchful eye on her, wondering who she really was.