#rainkilled

[ text | Peter ]: yes but maisie is not going to call you out on your crap! 

       “ Look, Peter. Now we’re bullet wounds partners. Just... You got shot in the arm and me in the shoulder. Big whoop for our dumb asses. “ snorted the male as he sat next to the other, after having Jackson work on him to ensure he would make it out fine. “ So... Eden’s gone. “

“So I was wondering-- would you like to be my date to the Yule Ball?” They were studying, a common sight for the pair, her back resting against the couch with her charms book in her lap, but she hadn’t been able to focus, she knew she wouldn’t be able to until she at least asked. She didn’t know what she was so worried, it was just Peter, he had been her friend since that first train ride-- they got into the same house and she confided in him with a lot. So why did this feel so hard? 

Bubba! Time to say something about your writing <3 We obviously have interacted many times before and I have always personally loved the interactions between our muses, because they always felt like Peter is ALIVE. He is obviously an OC and not actually part of the show, but it doesn’t feel like it, because he is so very well fleshed out and his voice is so strong, that I feel like I watch him on screen every week. Your writing gives so much insight into Peter’s thoughts and inner conflicts and the way you have carefully woven relationships with canon characters and OCs alike, makes him even more part of the universe we all love so much.

    »       breath shakes,     rock formation covering them but for how long  ?     gaia bleeding out,    indra prepared for death to save her only daughter,    and wonkru broken,   not coming back for the monster that had destroyed them.    her time had come,    it was her death sentence,    and if it would save the last remaining people that believed in her,    then it was worth it.    trembling fingers reach for his face,     there was no blodreina within her expression.     blodreina had ruined her whole being,    ravaged her and left her for the wolves,      ❛   i have to do this.  ❜      she mutters,    rough fingertips brushing over war torn cheeks,    cheeks hat has once been full of colour and eyes that had lost all promise,       ❛    when they start shooting,     you run.     you get gaia to safety.    find clarke.     ❜       forehead lulls forward,    leaning against his,    the one person who had never seen the monster she had become,       ❛     look after them  . . .  for me.    ❜     /   @rainkilled

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