Peter
Of course the man before him, the man he’d happened upon in the woods was the lost Launceleyn. Peter wanted to sigh and yell all at once, but instead let himself grow blank, his face impassive. His first impression had probably gotten all kinds of fucked up, but maybe he could still keep himself from looking weak. That was the last thing his his already high anxiety needed.
Despite the mask carefully projected onto his features, Peter couldn’t stop himself from cocking his head at the words that followed Loren’s confirmation. ”Why would... . should I? Have a problem?” They didn’t know each other, and if there had been talk of the taller man, Peter had not been around for it. All he really knew was what stood before him.
”What do I have in mind?” Peter repeated the question softly, looking over Loren quickly, at the way he held his weapon, carried himself. ”First to... touch a viral? Chest, or neck, or head.” He rattled off the first suggestion that came to mind, shrugging as he did. It sounded fair enough to him, Loren might be malnourished and out of practice, but he still had height on Peter. That, and so far every other member of the family had by and away surpassed him when it came to magic.
Peter wasn’t really sure how he felt being described as the adopted one, though he did think it was only fair, considering his description of Loren. Still, he stayed quiet for a long moment, suddenly very focused on a branch just behind the other’s head. ”...yes. I am.” He was filled with the urge to defend himself suddenly, to speak his worth, but for one of the first times in his life, but his lip and stopped speaking, simply waiting for Loren’s reaction, or, more preferable, the conversation to be over so they could spar and he could stop thinking about this.
Despite the mask carefully projected onto his features, Peter couldn’t stop himself from cocking his head at the words that followed Loren’s confirmation. ”Why would... . should I? Have a problem?” They didn’t know each other, and if there had been talk of the taller man, Peter had not been around for it. All he really knew was what stood before him.
”What do I have in mind?” Peter repeated the question softly, looking over Loren quickly, at the way he held his weapon, carried himself. ”First to... touch a viral? Chest, or neck, or head.” He rattled off the first suggestion that came to mind, shrugging as he did. It sounded fair enough to him, Loren might be malnourished and out of practice, but he still had height on Peter. That, and so far every other member of the family had by and away surpassed him when it came to magic.
Peter wasn’t really sure how he felt being described as the adopted one, though he did think it was only fair, considering his description of Loren. Still, he stayed quiet for a long moment, suddenly very focused on a branch just behind the other’s head. ”...yes. I am.” He was filled with the urge to defend himself suddenly, to speak his worth, but for one of the first times in his life, but his lip and stopped speaking, simply waiting for Loren’s reaction, or, more preferable, the conversation to be over so they could spar and he could stop thinking about this.
I don't wanna live that way
I do not wanna live in pain
I do not wanna live in pain
