#peter interactions

HURT/COMFORT STARTERS

monster - skillet

“I hate what I’ve become.” With the vargulf in him, it takes EVERYTHING to keep it at bay. Every single day is a struggle with the beast inside of him, clawing at him in an attempt to get free of its cage. He keeps reminding himself that he only changes on the wrong moon to HELP people but how many more times can he take it? How long before he fully turns? Hopefully never but the risk is HUGE.

He is at some shitty bar in Hemlock Grove. It’s a small town so there are not many bars around, so he doesn’t have much of a choice anyway. Booze is thrown back, whiskey shot after whiskey shot, to keep the vargulf in him at bay. He can’t get drunk easily, so he is not too worried about being too drunk. It’s just enough to take the edge off.

He can sense it, smell it even, the Upir in this bar. He’s not Roman but he’s clearly decided this place is his hunting grounds. From time to time, Peter finds himself glancing over at him cautiously, prepared to step in if he decides to feed on some poor drunk fool.

He’s found a victim, it seems. Some pretty blonde making her way out of the establishment's back door that leads right into an alley. Quickly, fingers dig into pockets to pull out money so that he can follow after the pair.

By the time he gets there, there’s already a fight. The girl has a stake but it is useless against the Upir. Who the hell taught this blonde to fight Upir’s? Whoever did is fucking stupid, they didn’t tell her Upir’s can’t be killed by stakes.

It’s been at least a year since he’s been to the town of Hemlock Grove. A year worth of torture and brainwashing. A year's worth of killing Upir’s and werewolves and god only knows what else that is out there. There is so much blood on his hands and the wolf couldn’t care. In fact, at this point, he craves it.

This is the final test, they tell him. To go hunt down an Upir by the name of Roman Godfrey. He must be important, Peter thinks, for this to be a final test. Destroy the Upir and then he will be granted his cure. No more self-loathing, no more feeling dirty because of who he is and wanting to claw through his own veins as if it will open him up and the filth will pour out of his veins. 

They’ve given him an address. It’s fancy, some rich asshole’s place. This Upir must have it pretty good. It’s late, past midnight, at least two am when he gets there. It’s easier to hunt in the dark, to slip into a house undetected. Whether or not the Upir is actually asleep, Peter isn’t sure but that doesn’t matter either. One way or another, he will kill him, and he will get his cure.

Going into the residence is easy, he slips through the front door like it is nothing. It’s dark downstairs. Good. He pauses to listen, no movement downstairs, he must be upstairs. Careful steps are taken, blade in his hand gripped tightly as he climbs up the stairs.

There are so many goddamn rooms. It’s irritating. Hand flies out to open one that’s half-open, fingertips gently pushing against the door. Nope, not there. A low growl rumbles in his throat - he’s impatient. He wants this over with. 

Which is bad for him because it ends in a mistake. His pace picks up and he bumps into a table, which has a vase on it, it causes the vase to go crashing down onto the floor and breaking into several pieces. It makes Peter tense up, body going rigid before he’s quick to vanish into a room.

Who the fuck puts a table with a vase in the middle of a fucking hallway?!

Head tilts slightly to the left at Roman’s words, a brief look of amusement crossing his face. He can’t help it! Doesn’t Roman know? “You never need an excuse to hang out with me.” Cigarette is brought to his lips before he takes a puff of it and blows smoke out of his mouth before offering it to the Upir. 

Altered Carbon starters

He doesn’t know her enough to judge her based on whatever the hell she’s talking about but he does get the sense that she is strong. She’s got a certain air about her that tells him she’s been through some shit. 

Heh. Haven’t they all?

Send “NO” to pin my muse against the wall to PROTECT THEM

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“Jesus fucking Christ!” Fucking werewolf hunters. He’d thought they’d gotten rid of them, but apparently, there’s a new group after him. He doesn’t expect what comes next, for Roman to shove him up against the wall with his body against his and taking a goddamn bullet for him.

Eyes widen in surprise and horror. The bullet would have no doubt killed him and caused him extreme agony, it’s laced with mercury, and unlike Roman, he can die from bullets. Breath hitches in his throat and for a moment he is frozen in his spot.

@thatpregnantgirl sent ❛ You’re staring again. Should I be concerned or flattered? ❜ ( Peter )

"Sorry." Peter is quick to apologize so that she knows he's not meaning to be rude in any way. Sure, she's gorgeous, but there's another reason he's staring at her right now.

He really shouldn't. He should look away and mind his own business, because the last time this happened? It ended in only heartbreak and an escape from town, only to come back. This town still feels like heartbreak personified.