hope you don't mind...backseatangelJanuary 13 2010, 07:32:07 UTC
She's on a roof, but she doesn't know where it is. She's also acutely aware that this isn't her mind, her dream. She's been in more than enough human's dreams to recognize the tang of another's memories, the sharp edges of hope and disappointment. She takes a moment to orient herself, it's a challenge without reference, but there's something... familiar about the place. Something she can't quite place.
There's a choked-off sound nearby and she crosses the roof, finally seeing who's mind she's invaded, who's pain she can almost smell. She approaches slowly, with a grace she can't quite manage with a human body. Because here she's closer to what she was, what she will be and there's more of the sublime about her. Still graceless, but... more.
"Peter?" Her voice says soft, even, not wanting to intrude is she's not wanted.
hope you don't mind...justdoingmyjobJanuary 13 2010, 08:22:30 UTC
Anna's voice rings through as something full enough of grace, something kinder than the cutting edge that seems to embody Angela Petrelli, or what Angela has become. Turning, he crosses his arms again, bowing his head and then lifting his gaze to her as though expecting her to not be there anymore. When she still is, his brow knits and he takes a few steps forward, lips pressing together as he peers at her, scrutiny his last reference for any sign of reality.
Re: hope you don't mind...backseatangelJanuary 13 2010, 16:17:30 UTC
"Hey, yourself."
She moves to stand next to him, looking out at the view. It must be his home, New York if she remembered correctly. It seemed lonely, emptied of the normal bustle. More a reflection of how the dreamer felt than any sense of reality. The light jacket she's wearing has deep pockets and she places her hands inside, a gesture to ward of the metaphoric chill.
"You know you're dreaming, right?" Sometimes they didn't, and sometimes they did, either way, it was only polite to be clear. If this was another of her old abilities coming back it was something she'd have to adjust to again.
hope you don't mind...justdoingmyjobJanuary 20 2010, 01:33:31 UTC
"Yeah I got that feeling," he smiles a little at her. His eyes wander to her hands as they dip into her pockets and then he's looking at the city again like it's real even though he knows very well that it isn't. Dreams feel different from reality despite the rush of thinking they could be real, and when he presses his palms harder to the concrete ledge he thinks even this feels hollow, like if he was at the foot of the building he could pick it up in one hand.
"I'm surprised to see you here," he says and that's true. He doesn't yet understand this to be the result of a curse, though as the night goes on he'll catch onto it.
hope you don't mind...backseatangelJanuary 20 2010, 02:21:55 UTC
"I used to do this a lot, going into people's dreams. It's a good way to communicate when you don't have a body and your natural state will kill the person you're trying to talk to."
She leans back on the edge so she can look at him. With a shrug she ads, "I'm either picking up an old skill again, or there's something... else going on."
There's something in his expression, some pain, some confusion, some... thing and she reaches out to lightly touch his sleeve. "Hey, you okay?"
hope you don't mind...justdoingmyjobJanuary 20 2010, 02:35:45 UTC
He does not laugh when she says that but his brow does arch, a sideways glance as his other response before she continues and then he nods in agreement, a frown only half there. When she brushes against his sleeve with her hand the touch is barely there and he remembers there used to be a time when that kind of gesture would feel normal to him. Presently he glances at said hand as if it might be foreign before he just smiles a little again, shrugging but not pulling away.
"No," he won't lie to her if he can help it, won't lie to mot people if he can help it. It's something that's been done too much to him for him to even pretend it's a practice he can get behind. "...but everyone has problems." Everyone loses people. He tries not to feel self-important with his grief, to not feel like the drama around it, the theatrical nature of the events around Nathan's death, the involvement of his own family almost negating that on its own.
hope you don't mind...backseatangelJanuary 20 2010, 02:43:14 UTC
She gives his jacket a tug before removing her hand. "But not everyone is my friend. And you are."
She's protective of him, because she knows, deep down, that if the situation were reversed, he'd be the same of her.. Because that's what he is, it's what he does. He protects people, a hero, even if he doesn't feel it. He's like Dean and Sam in that way - he puts himself on the line so others don't have to, and he never sees any profit from it. Instead - it hurts him.
"You know you can talk to me, about anything, if you want to. Or not, I'm just here."
There's a choked-off sound nearby and she crosses the roof, finally seeing who's mind she's invaded, who's pain she can almost smell. She approaches slowly, with a grace she can't quite manage with a human body. Because here she's closer to what she was, what she will be and there's more of the sublime about her. Still graceless, but... more.
"Peter?" Her voice says soft, even, not wanting to intrude is she's not wanted.
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"Hey," he says and tries to sound like he's okay.
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She moves to stand next to him, looking out at the view. It must be his home, New York if she remembered correctly. It seemed lonely, emptied of the normal bustle. More a reflection of how the dreamer felt than any sense of reality. The light jacket she's wearing has deep pockets and she places her hands inside, a gesture to ward of the metaphoric chill.
"You know you're dreaming, right?" Sometimes they didn't, and sometimes they did, either way, it was only polite to be clear. If this was another of her old abilities coming back it was something she'd have to adjust to again.
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"I'm surprised to see you here," he says and that's true. He doesn't yet understand this to be the result of a curse, though as the night goes on he'll catch onto it.
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She leans back on the edge so she can look at him. With a shrug she ads, "I'm either picking up an old skill again, or there's something... else going on."
There's something in his expression, some pain, some confusion, some... thing and she reaches out to lightly touch his sleeve. "Hey, you okay?"
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"No," he won't lie to her if he can help it, won't lie to mot people if he can help it. It's something that's been done too much to him for him to even pretend it's a practice he can get behind. "...but everyone has problems." Everyone loses people. He tries not to feel self-important with his grief, to not feel like the drama around it, the theatrical nature of the events around Nathan's death, the involvement of his own family almost negating that on its own.
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She's protective of him, because she knows, deep down, that if the situation were reversed, he'd be the same of her.. Because that's what he is, it's what he does. He protects people, a hero, even if he doesn't feel it. He's like Dean and Sam in that way - he puts himself on the line so others don't have to, and he never sees any profit from it. Instead - it hurts him.
"You know you can talk to me, about anything, if you want to. Or not, I'm just here."
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