#peter.threads

[districttenpeterxx]

who: peter lopez & open where: party of the year

he felt off balance as he walked into the gala. people, capitol people, congratulated him. asked him about his outfit, which he certainly didn't know how to describe properly. asked if he was excited about the games and his chances, which he could only answer with a tight lipped smile and mentions of hope and luck. he hated it here. he hated these people, but he couldn't be hostile or outright rude, lest he fall into the traps that seemed to be set for himself and the other tributes everywhere.

food was always safe. he wandered the long table, not sure what to pick up, not sure he had seen so much food before. his stomach rumbled embarrassingly, and he reached out to carefully pick something up from a tray, something bright yellow and fluffy. sniffed it. put the whole thing in his mouth and chewed slowly with a hand covering his lips. "that was... oddly refreshing. i almost expected it to be too sweet. have you tried it yet?" eyes lifted, turned toward the person who had siddled up beside him with a small, strained smile.

#peter.threads #open #odds:open

[xkilljxy]

open; masquerade

"Mam..." His voice trailed off in a dull whisper, horror etched across the pieces of his face that could be seen under the shattered glass of a mask. "Mommy?" His feet didn't move, eyes never leaving the visage of the woman across the room as his knuckles went white on the railing he tried to grip to keep his balance.

#peter.threads #open #ahopen #masquerade.event

[iheardarumorxxx]

Today was the day. It was New Years Eve, the day he’d been waiting for for months. Halloween passed, and it would have been a good opportunity, too, but the night had been too loud, too silly, it didn’t feel right. Christmas had been more intimate, had been more quiet and would have been a nice time, too, but his sister had been out of town and he didn’t want to do this without her nearby. Just in case. She was back for the party tonight, and all of their friends would be there, it was the celebration of a new start, a new year and so many new chances to do something fun and exciting.

Planning a wedding was fun an exciting, right? Peter could only imagine. He’d spent the better part of the last two years planning the proposal, surely the actual wedding planning would be fun, too.

If Kolya said yes, that was. If he said no, Peter wasn’t quite sure what he would be doing after that. As sure as Peter was about them, about the relationship they had, there was a chance that Kol wasn’t ready for this, for marriage and for forever and whatever the hell else marriage meant. He would be heartbroken, sure, but he would absolutely understand if Kol wasn’t ready. He wouldn’t push it. 

He wasn’t quite sure he would manage to stick around the party if that was the case, though, so having Marisol there was a blessing. She could get him out if things went south.

The ring box felt like it was burning in his pocket, he was so sure that there was a spotlight on the thing all night long as he laughed and drank and went over the speech he had planned in his head for when the clock struck midnight. He made sure that he didn’t let himself get too far gone, and he was extremely careful that Kolya didn’t press too closely to the side of him that hid that box, lest his cover get blown early.

There was no telling if Kol knew what he was planning, no telling if the man was suspicious of his behavior in the slightest, but considering their relationship and how well the man could read him, he wouldn’t be surprised if Kolya had at least some idea of... something.

A phone call from Tate came at the wrong time, too close to midnight, and he was as polite and jovial as he could be while trying to rush his friend off the phone, disappointed that he wouldn’t make it in time for the big moment, but not pressing too much. Because the moment he hung up the phone, the countdown had started and he only had 7... 6... 5...

His nerves set on fire. Every word he had rehearsed in his head was gone and he had no idea what to say, just knew that he was supposed to get down on one knee now, and he did, squeezing Kolya’s hand to get his attention, vaguely aware that people had caught wind and had pulled out phones to start recording this as his mouth opened and words just started tumbling out. “Kol... I had this whole speech planned. I remember something about like... new year and new beginnings and all that jazz but it doesn’t matter, does it? The words? Because what matters is that I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you and I want that to start right now, for the beginning of this year to be the beginning of the rest of forever.” His other hand fumbled in his pocket, finally managing to pull that box out, to open it, and his tongue got all tied up again before he finally managed to get out, “Marry me?”

@nyctimus

#peter.muse #peter.threads #peter.kolya #ivanpez #newyear.newme

[districttenpeterxx]

who: peter lopez & @lilasings where: train ride of doom

the train moved too fast, but he barely felt it as peter wandered over to sit in the seat beside his district partner, the other tribute. he wouldn't call himself lila's best friend, or even friend at all was too strong a word, but peter was certain he had taken her some food before, maybe fixed a leak in the roof or adjusted a door that was just off the hinges. as he fell into the seat beside her and offered her a water he had snagged on the way over, his expression was impassive, but not cold.

"for the glory of ten, huh?" he tried to keep his tone light, maybe playful if there wasn't that crack under it, that fear that was bleeding through every single thing, his body screaming at him to just jump off this train and run. but where would he go? what would he do? and he couldn't leave lila to fend for herself. "feel free to laugh at me if you want, but... in it together? you and me?"

#peter.threads #peter+lila #lila001

[xkilljxy]

❝ complaints are to be sent to the complaints department. no, that’s not the trash can, what are you talking about ? ❞

#peter.threads #open #ahopen

[districttenpeterxx]

who: peter lopez & @willierivers where: party of five-hundred

the parties in ten certainly weren't like this. not that pete was one to make frequent appearances at parties, but his sister was a fan of sneaking out and going to the little gatherings in someone's house on a random thursday, and it was usually peter going out and dragging her back home. this was nothing like that. the faces here were different, and they blurred. the sound was almost too much. the lights, the colors, the style. peter wasn't built for this life, that much was clear. he wanted to go back to his home, to his abuela and his brother and sister and his quiet little life.

unlikely now, unfortunately, so peter wandered around the party and ended up in one of those corners where he could observe, standing next to a girl who reminded him so much of marisol that it almost hurt to look at her. the drink in his hand was untouched and he offered it to her. "some party, huh? i think there's more food here than i've ever seen in my life, and i can't even begin to figure out what to try."

#peter.threads #peter+willie #willie001

[xkilljxy]

open; the ministry

Peter had done vile things before. He had been a vile man for a while now, though his road to redemption was paved with good intentions and littered with pot holes. Lately, he'd been quiet, keeping his head down, while the minister let paperwork pile up that he inevitably went through himself and sorted out. Who knew being senior undersecretary meant being a glorified secretary. He shifted, uncomfortable in his seat, in his clothes, in his life, and looked up just as his door opened. "Office hours are after 3." His tone clipped, his eyes narrow, as he reached for the ink pot and dipped his quill in once more.

#peter.threads #open #ahopen

[xkilljxy]

open; in another place from the last place i posted about

“I think I might need to make a stunning disappearance very soon. Things are getting a little more tight than I would like, and my positions are both under scrutiny and in danger. Perhaps a little rat can take my place for a while.”

#peter.threads #open #ahopen

[xkilljxy]

mungos; open

“Absolutely bizarre, that thing you’re doing with a stick. You know, the people at the other hospital had jello for me. Do you know where I can get some jello? I think my name is Peter, that’s what the twitchy lad said.”

#peter.threads #open #ahopen

[xkilljxy]

@beryl-roll​; an office? an office.

“Right, so what’s all this about me being a bad guy?” Peter hadn’t bothered knocking as he entered Beryl’s office, feeling close to livid about what he’d recently found out about himself. Researching his own entire history was a nightmare when there were people walking on eggshells, but this one had hit him so hard that he thought maybe they had a good reason to. Guilt that both did and didn’t belong to him hurt. “A fucking traitor. I’m a fucking traitor and no one thought to tell me that people were going to be pretty fucking livid about that? Why didn’t you tell me?”

#peter.threads #peter+beryl #beryl009

[xkilljxy]

a muggle hospital; @l-appelduvides​​ (benjyroo)

Police asked him questions for hours, doctors came in and out of his room, checking things on his chart and his vitals and things, and he was perfectly content to sit around and listen and tell them everything he knew. Which honestly, wasn’t much. They called him John, and he assumed that was his name, but he had heard a doctor mention to a nurse that no identification had been on him. Strange, how they’d figured out his name without one. 

How had he been injured? He couldn’t say. How had his leg been broken like that? He had no idea. Who was the woman who had brought him in? No clue. No one he’d ever met or heard of. He would be in a cast for a while, on crutches or in a chair, the choice was his. They were keeping him for a while for observation, hopefully he would remember something and they would be able to contact his family to come collect him, help him out. He had nodded, and had heard another comment from a nurse about his ‘vacant smile’.

That seemed rather rude. 

He was simply headed to the bathroom, grumbling about how he didn’t have one in the room they’d put him in when someone called out the name ‘Peter!’. He’d been startled, and even more so to see the bloke looking right at him as he said it. He blinked as the man approached, head tilting to the side as he eyed him up and down. “Sorry, mate. I think you’ve got the wrong guy. My name’s John, apparently. John Doe. That’s what everyone here keeps calling me.”

#peter.threads #peter+benjy #benjy002

[xkilljxy]

"I don't hate it, I really don't. I just wish it was something else."

#peter.threads #open #ahopen

[xkilljxy]

open

“I’m trying, please just... just stop looking at me like that.”

#peter.threads #open #ahopen

[xkilljxy]

open

Peter had apparently lost a lot of blood. If he was in his right mind, he might have offered a duh when the Healer fussing over him had said that, eyes glued to his left hand, unable to look away. It wasn’t even the middle finger that was missing, which would have actually been funny. He could have made a stupid joke out of that and been fine. Instead, it was the pointer. Someone had made a comment about looking for the missing digit and Peter had told them not to bother in a voice that was hollow and far away. Let a bird eat it or something, he didn’t care. His head sank after a few moments and rested on his knee, just as he felt the shift of air beside him and the heat of another body. “I’ve already been looked over, thanks. Just resting here for a bit before I head to Mungos to follow up.”

#peter.threads #open #abopen #gore tw

[xkilljxy]

open

“you are remarkably well-behaved tonight, what have you been up to?”

#peter.threads #open #ahopen

[xkilljxy]

where: Pete’s place with: @dorcasrises​

He’d been unsettled when he’d gotten home late. He’d been unsettled and scared. The chill in his chest and the almost tingling sensation had been almost too much and as he got to the farmhouse, that chill froze him in place. Because when he got to the farmhouse, there, above it, glowing green and angry in the sky, was the dark mark. His own burned on his arm, angry and reminding him it was there as he paled and swallowed and panicked. 

Because if the dark mark was floating above his house, that could only mean one thing for what he was going to find when he walked inside.

Every bit of ration he could muster was put into his wand as he summoned his patronus and sent it, knowing exactly where it needed to go. And then.

And then.

His legs took him into the house without waiting, almost on autopilot, chest frozen and breathing shallow. Nothing out of place. The still, quiet air almost cold, and round the corner, where he could hear the old sheep dog whimpering, feet layed out on the floor. His hand lifted and covered his mouth just as a choking sound left him, just as the crack of apparation sounded behind him from the still open doorway. “In here...” His voice was weak and cracked as he said it, the floodgate to the sobs that had welled up and released from his chest. 

“Mam?” Despite knowing, he still called to her, feet moving, shuffling, one in front of the other. “Mommy? Mommy, please... Dorcas is here... You love Dorcas. Don’t--” Another crack, sharp and painful in his voice. “Don’t you wanna say hello?” Another step. Another. By the time he reached the kitchen, by the time his knees hit the floor, the cold reality of the situation only got worse, with Bruno still whimpering his his head on her still chest, eyes still open and milky and cold. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Mam please, I’m sorry. Please, this isn’t funny, just wake up.”

#peter.threads #peter+dorcas #dorcas005 #death tw #murder tw