Peter’s brain was a tricky thing. After the trauma of two malignant brain tumours, the visions which had once come to him while he was dreaming now came to him during the day as well. They could happen at any time, anywhere, and to varying degrees of intensity. While seers all experienced waking visions differently, Peter’s visions often knocked ( Read more... )

Peter had shown up at Razvan's house in the afternoon in what Razvan referred to as a 'tizzy'. He had demanded the demon's help and Razvan had complied though he seemed now like he was regretting it.

( Oh Dear )

Peter wanted to go home. He hated being in hospital, and he hadn't been home in a very long time. Abby had been called in to his room and when she arrived, she smiled companionably at him. "Peter, you wanted to talk to me?"

( Not so jiggity-jig )

Peter was translating an old journal Rolf had given him which Rolf stated contained veiled references to the Templar. So far Peter had found veiled references to witches in the area and how they 'brought down the tone of the village square' and something about a scandal between some farmer's wife and an earl, but so far nothing about Templar. ( Read more... )

Peter was in so much pain, he was almost reminded of the way he had felt in his days after his torture at the hands of the Templar. Almost. One could only spend so long jerking around and bashing into things before it took it's toll. And Peter was having visions twelve times a day; and with them came the seizures and not much else. He still had ( Read more... )

Tasha was gone. She had disappeared right in front of Peter's eyes. It had been like...her brain exploded and then...nothing. Peter didn't know what had happened or how it had happened. He did know one thing. He had started to take pills to stop the visions from occurring during the day, and at night he had dreamed about fucking fishing. He ( Read more... )

The vision was pointless.

( Crossed Wires )

Smoke coated the inside of Peter's nostrils, making breathing quite a difficult matter indeed. Smoke and ash surrounded him, obscuring his view of everything that was not within six feet of him in every direction. Ash rained down on him from above, and it coated everything that did come within his view with eerie greyness. His eyes were red and ( Read more... )

Being back at Liz's house meant that Peter was back in the same house as Robert. It was good having him around, because after Thomas, Robert had been his male confidant for years. And while Abby had Thomas' memories now, she wasn't a guy. Not that you could say Peter or Robert were terribly guy-like either.

( Booyah )

Thomas Littleton was hanging, suspended from a ceiling by his wrists. He was chained so that he could touch the floor only by standing on his tip-toes. He was barechested and his skin was covered in lacerations, and he was trembling and muttering gibberish. It sounded like begging...

( Visions of the Future )