#saturnsdust

six years. 

six years since he was still young and dumb without a clue in the world about what he was doing. six years since he met his mother and cousin on a dirt road in the middle of nowhere so they could hand a newborn baby off to him and part ways. six years since he turned his back on the only best friend he ever had. and six years since he became a father (non-biological but father regardless) to a little girl named nadia. 

he never thought he’d come back. hemlock grove had stopped being home the second roman crossed the line. looking back, peter understood roman’s fear. they were young, stupid...and peter can’t say in roman’s shoes he wouldn’t have suggested the same thing. the only difference was, he hadn’t been in roman’s shoes, he’d been in his own. his own stupid shoes, because he quickly learned that raising a baby wasn’t easy. but he knew that -- lynda had warned him, told him everything she could about a baby, bless her. and while they had both gone separate ways for safety, she was always just a call away when nadia wouldn’t calm down and peter was pacing a hole in the floor. 

but now he was watching the welcome to hemlock grove sign pass him by as he headed to the only place he hoped was still standing in that godforsaken town. lynda had set up a place for them all to meet so she and destiny could visit with nadia while peter went to do...all of this. because honestly, peter wasn’t sure what he was walking into. when he’d left, roman was changing and the stories that lynda and others told him about the godfrey family made him wonder if he wasn’t going to drive up to nothing but ash and a long forgotten home.

his eyes quickly adjust in the almost setting sun just over the hill as the house comes into view. it all looked almost the same really. only a few differences -- cars, plants, new paint...but still the same somehow. there’s a hesitation when he reaches the midway point of the driveway, his foot hovering over the brake for a split second. there had been no plan to this, so he’s basically focusing on every ounce of strength he has inside of him to get up the driveway.

finally he pulls up beside a sleek and probably far too expensive black car. which he assumes by the look of it is a new car of roman’s...or whoever he has living with him now. suddenly a sense of dread passes over peter, unsure how he’s even going to start any type of explanation of where he’s been or what happened. for all roman knows peter was heartbroken and needed some time away after losing letha...and the baby. he just forgot to mention the part about wanting to keep letha’s child safe from roman and olivia and essentially kidnapping her. yep, peter was officially a kidnapper and no one but his mother and cousin knew about it. well...no one else yet anyway.

                               @saturnsdust​ liked for a starter.

𝙉𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙇𝙪𝙠𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙮. When they were five, Nellie liked that Luke thought being the OLDER brother meant needing to protect her. She’d never have said it out loud -- after all she is Eleanor Crain and she doesn’t need anyone to take care of her!!!! When they moved in with Aunt Janet, it always seemed like the two of them against the world. Even when Luke’s “friends” started to pull him away -- they were Luke and Nellie. Destined to reach for the stars together.

Ninety seconds seems even longer in moments like this. They only just moved in together, but even now Arthur understands that when Luke calls, she is obligated to answer. It’s a twin thing, she called out that night, getting in her car and pressing on the gas to quicken the pace before he could change his mind.

Which he might change his mind ( the loving boyfriend who wishes beyond hope that Nellie would put herself first for once, or the needy twin who Nellie longs to help ), she doesn’t know.

@saturnsdust​​ (roman) said: “ the spilling of blood. a terrible crime. ”

@saturnsdust​​ (isaac) said:  “ i am a little high. ” 

     CLOTHES ARE SHOVED HAPHAZARDLY INTO A DUFFLE BAG and she’s glad she’s never accumulated too much stuff. it’s time to go, and fast. this is what happens when she gets too comfortable, when she dares to think she’s lost him for good and can live again. now he’s close, too close, and she won’t put isaac at risk.

     isaac, god–rayne hates everything about how she’s doing this. she doesn’t want to leave him behind at all, but especially not like this. her gaze settles on the envelope on the nightstand for a fraction of a second before she empties the last of her drawers into her bag and zips it closed. a heavy sigh sounds as the bag is slung over her shoulder and she snags the envelope.

     down the hall and into the kitchen, rayne is searching for a pen. she scrawls his name across the envelope. there’s hesitation as she leans it against the coffee maker for him to find. she’s been avoiding him for days and now she’s going to leave him with only a letter to explain herself...

     it’s heinous.

     rayne’s moment of hesitation is the reason she yanks open her door to ditch her apartment and comes face to face with isaac instead. breath hitches, and if her heart was beating it would have stopped right now.