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Date: Spring 2080
Characters: Peter Petrelli, Claire Bennet
Summary: Their forever comes with a horrible price. (not canon to any established future plotline)
Status: In Progress
Private because everyone else is dead. Me and Steph snort a lot of crack. Just so everyone knows.
He exhaled slowly, and crouched down, resting his weight on his ankles as he scrutinized the headstone in front of him. It was covered in dead leaves and the occasional spider web and he can't fault the groundskeeper for neglecting this part of the graveyard because everyone in this corner had been dead for decades.
Peter reached out with one hand and brushed the leaves away, just enough to reveal the name carved into stone there. Nathan Petrelli. He hesitated for a moment before brushing away more of the leaves, showing the dates carved underneath. 1965 - 2045
He really had no idea why he kept coming back to this spot, every year for the past thirty five on the same day but he did. Without fail. No matter where he was in the world when he woke up, he always ended up in New York City by noon, in this same graveyard, looking at the same stone. His brother was dead, had been for years, there wasn't anything that Peter owed him but he felt compelled to do it. Compelled to remind himself that he can't die and can't age either.
Well, not much. He didn't look a day over thirty five. And he'd just passed his one hundredth birthday a few weeks ago.
Peter sighed and twisted a little, falling back on his ass, and shifting his legs until he was sitting cross legged in front of the gravestone. There wasn't much reason for him to stick around. He'd come. He'd had his masochistic moment. He didn't need to linger and prolong the entire thing but unlike most of the other times he'd came to this spot, Claire wasn't with him. Wasn't entirely sure where she was, not having seen her in several months. They'd gone their separate ways like they did from time to time because forever was a long time to spend around one person and it was better on their sanities to take time apart, try to pretend like they were normal.
He'd had his time and now he wanted to see her again and he hoped that she returned the feeling and remembered what day it was and his little habit and would seek him out. A quick glance around the graveyard told him that his hope wasn't coming true just yet but he wasn't bothered. He was one hundred years old. He knew a few things about patience by now.
And waiting all day for her was pretty much exactly what he had in mind.
Characters: Peter Petrelli, Claire Bennet
Summary: Their forever comes with a horrible price. (not canon to any established future plotline)
Status: In Progress
Private because everyone else is dead. Me and Steph snort a lot of crack. Just so everyone knows.
He exhaled slowly, and crouched down, resting his weight on his ankles as he scrutinized the headstone in front of him. It was covered in dead leaves and the occasional spider web and he can't fault the groundskeeper for neglecting this part of the graveyard because everyone in this corner had been dead for decades.
Peter reached out with one hand and brushed the leaves away, just enough to reveal the name carved into stone there. Nathan Petrelli. He hesitated for a moment before brushing away more of the leaves, showing the dates carved underneath. 1965 - 2045
He really had no idea why he kept coming back to this spot, every year for the past thirty five on the same day but he did. Without fail. No matter where he was in the world when he woke up, he always ended up in New York City by noon, in this same graveyard, looking at the same stone. His brother was dead, had been for years, there wasn't anything that Peter owed him but he felt compelled to do it. Compelled to remind himself that he can't die and can't age either.
Well, not much. He didn't look a day over thirty five. And he'd just passed his one hundredth birthday a few weeks ago.
Peter sighed and twisted a little, falling back on his ass, and shifting his legs until he was sitting cross legged in front of the gravestone. There wasn't much reason for him to stick around. He'd come. He'd had his masochistic moment. He didn't need to linger and prolong the entire thing but unlike most of the other times he'd came to this spot, Claire wasn't with him. Wasn't entirely sure where she was, not having seen her in several months. They'd gone their separate ways like they did from time to time because forever was a long time to spend around one person and it was better on their sanities to take time apart, try to pretend like they were normal.
He'd had his time and now he wanted to see her again and he hoped that she returned the feeling and remembered what day it was and his little habit and would seek him out. A quick glance around the graveyard told him that his hope wasn't coming true just yet but he wasn't bothered. He was one hundred years old. He knew a few things about patience by now.
And waiting all day for her was pretty much exactly what he had in mind.