Where the pathway to redemption means we bid the ground goodbye [ota, multiple threads]
Peter hasn't said much in the last couple of days. Truth be told he hasn't moved much, which is probably well enough because magic spring water or not, his kidney and ribs aren't anywhere close to healed. He's still much paler than he normally is (tremendous blood loss tends to do that), and the worry-lines in his forehead look like they're chiseled in now.
There's always another way. Words to live by until you get shoved into a corner and then your only yardstick is how you own up to the options you've got left. Maybe if Neal was st- Peter swallows and stops himself. Neal's not there, there's just him. And he's not smart enough to find a way out, not by himself. Not this time. Taking a deep breath, he forces himself up with a stifled groan and goes inside the cabin. Without looking at the sad bundle on the bed tucked under the blankets, he grabs one of the scraps of paper he'd collected for Neal and a spare bit of charcoal. He'd groused at Neal before about leaving all this crap lying around - and now. Well. He scribbles out a quick note and leaves it on the table next to bed. It's short. Simple. 'If you're reading this, then the plan worked. Don't look for me. Stay safe. Find a way home. -Peter' All the other things that he might want to say... Well. Neal will know.
Before he goes off for what will probably be the last time, he'll go and let some people know about it. A goodbye of sorts. It's only fair, and it'd be hypocritical of him to just go haring off without a word to anyone. God knows he's yelled at Neal about it enough times, he can hardly go and do the same.
When he finally slips out of the barracks after dusk falls and into the forest a ways, he stops. Peter still doesn't trust any of the things living here, no matter what they might say otherwise. That won't chance any time soon. But he's smart enough to realize there's degrees and shades of black. He doesn't know that many fae, and of the ones he does - he'd slit his own throat before going to Kitsune about anything, and he knows White Eyes would just make it worse. So that leaves one. Staring up at the sky between the branches, he takes a breath, and quietly calls out, "Tempest. Princess. I need to talk with you."
[OOC: If you know Peter, feel free to start a thread either with them finding him as he walks around the barracks or him finding them before he heads out to the woods to make his patented Bad Life Choices, at which point it'll. Turn to closed. Sob.]
There's always another way. Words to live by until you get shoved into a corner and then your only yardstick is how you own up to the options you've got left. Maybe if Neal was st- Peter swallows and stops himself. Neal's not there, there's just him. And he's not smart enough to find a way out, not by himself. Not this time. Taking a deep breath, he forces himself up with a stifled groan and goes inside the cabin. Without looking at the sad bundle on the bed tucked under the blankets, he grabs one of the scraps of paper he'd collected for Neal and a spare bit of charcoal. He'd groused at Neal before about leaving all this crap lying around - and now. Well. He scribbles out a quick note and leaves it on the table next to bed. It's short. Simple. 'If you're reading this, then the plan worked. Don't look for me. Stay safe. Find a way home. -Peter' All the other things that he might want to say... Well. Neal will know.
Before he goes off for what will probably be the last time, he'll go and let some people know about it. A goodbye of sorts. It's only fair, and it'd be hypocritical of him to just go haring off without a word to anyone. God knows he's yelled at Neal about it enough times, he can hardly go and do the same.
When he finally slips out of the barracks after dusk falls and into the forest a ways, he stops. Peter still doesn't trust any of the things living here, no matter what they might say otherwise. That won't chance any time soon. But he's smart enough to realize there's degrees and shades of black. He doesn't know that many fae, and of the ones he does - he'd slit his own throat before going to Kitsune about anything, and he knows White Eyes would just make it worse. So that leaves one. Staring up at the sky between the branches, he takes a breath, and quietly calls out, "Tempest. Princess. I need to talk with you."
[OOC: If you know Peter, feel free to start a thread either with them finding him as he walks around the barracks or him finding them before he heads out to the woods to make his patented Bad Life Choices, at which point it'll. Turn to closed. Sob.]