#peter lukas

Anyway.

Peter returning his flirting with stuff about his own interests or just sharing random things he knows and Elias is just sat there, listening and entranced, because that’s his love language and oh my god Peter is returning it teehee (insert Elias’ inner school girl kicking his feet and giggling hysterically)

Peter, out of the blue while fishing: Did you know that pork is so chemically close to human flesh that the tongue can’t distinguish one from the other?

"Tadeas." 

"Mr. Bouchard," the sailor murmured, focusing on his work, but after a few seconds he jumped from his station. "Mr. Bouchard! What the hell are you doing here?" 

Elias smiled, amused, grabbing Peter's cigarettes from the pocket. 

"I am accompanying my husband in his travels." Tadeas frowned. "He lost a bet."

"Ah... Well. Welcome on board. I guess..." Tadeas murmured. 

"What was that?"

"No offense, Mr. Bouchard. But one creepy bastard is quite enough for my taste."

Elias chuckled, amused. 

"Cheer up, sailor. I am on holiday. Where's my husband?" 

"I would like to know," Tadeas mused, oozing with exhaustion. "I would really like to know, Mr. Bouchard." He leaned on the fence. "Maybe you can tell me where my captain is? He keeps complaining you are watching his every step."

"Does he? That's flattering.  Unfortunately, I can't. The fog is too thick."

"Fucking fog." Tadeas grumbled and almost walked into Peter, who was now standing next to them.

"What were you saying?"

"Captain!" Tadeas dropped the tool he was holding and grabbed the fence not to fall. Peter chuckled, clearly amused. 

"Elias, dearest... Didn't I tell you to wait for me?" 

"I was bored." Elias leaned on him and kissed him, smiling. Tadeas looked at them with a mix of disbelief and terror and when Peter's hand slipped under Elias's clothes, he stepped closer. 

"Sir. Don't you think this sort of display would inspire too much... need for socializing among the crew?" 

Elias huffed, amused, kissing Peter again, but Peter stepped back, holding him. 

"Wait. He has a point." 

"If you would take me on the deck so they could watch, it will also inspire so much loneliness and jealousy that you could feed on it for months, dearest." 

Tadeas glared at him in disbelief, and Peter chuckled. 

"You can't beat this one on arguments, Tadeas. He will always find a better one. My Leech," Peter hummed amused. "But you would like it, right?"He backed off Elias until his back hit the cargo containers. "Perhaps even too much. You know you are free to give them a show, but I'm not participating."

Elias moaned, arching his back. Peter snorted. 

"Harlot."

"Oaf." Elias hissed.

In MAG 092 (Nothing Beside Remains), we get the statement of Barnabas. He clarifies that there is no one "whose absence truly pains me," and even says that:

[O]n the road from Aswan, I found myself separated from my fellow travellers. I do not know how it happened, but I spent two hours alone there, under the blazing sun, staring across the vast empty expanses of that ancient country. I revelled in the silence, then, embraced the loneliness like an old friend.

He goes on to explain how being in a world wholly bereft of people, though, is destroying him. That while he enjoys his solitude, he doesn't want to exist completely alone. Not wholly unlike Peter, when we get his statement:

The thing is, the loneliness I crave, that fills my heart with that reassuring unease, relies on distance from other people. But a world without people at all, or at least anything I would recognise as people, it is meaningless. Without the lighted window in the distance, how am I to see myself apart from it? No, such a world would be terribly dull, and scares me in a very different way. (MAG 159 (The Last)

⛔️MDNI⛔️

Peter is scratching at the door after hour 2 of the FNAF timeline

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