Set Your Hope On Fire- [COMPLETE]
WHO: Peter Petrelli and Susan Pevensie
WHAT: Peter offers Susan a place to stay.
WHERE: Peter's house
WHEN: Day 98
It was strange really, that the 'voice of reason' within the family was doing this. Going to a complete (or perhaps not so complete) stranger's house. But then again- Susan had always trusted her intuition and was usually good at reading people, as naive as she appeared to be. And Peter (she still wanted to call him 'Mr.') came off as a pleasant man, as much as one can be through written journal posts. Or perhaps the kind words were a facade and she was hugely mistaken?
The light was fading and she held the parchment sheet up to her face to try and read the map. Peter (her brother) had always teased her for being horrible with directions, saying that it was typical of girls to not carry a map in their heads. And it was true. For someone who was supposed to be the 'smart' one of the family, she certainly had been getting lost often enough.
And every once in a while she'd pause to look around, eyes greedily trying to take in the beauty of this city, which she believed to rival even that of Narnia. Her quiver of arrows and bow bounces against her back with each step, school tie slung across her shoulder and shoes in one hand. If only mum could see her now.
Finally a house loomed out in front of her, and she hesitated for a moment. It was either this man was far too nice, or that he was evil and didn't show it. And she was hoping, wishing, praying, that it was the former. One step, and then another on smooth cobblestone, back straight and chin high. One deep breath and she gathered the courage that her eldest brother had always sworn she had.
Raising a hand to knock on the door, she tried very hard not to look so nervous. Except that Susan was sure she was failing. Because really, she wore her heart on her sleeve and was proud of it. Bare feet shifted on the front steps, face arched upwards to admire the newly-born sunrise.
Whatever happened, things should be alright. Or at least, that's what she hoped.
WHAT: Peter offers Susan a place to stay.
WHERE: Peter's house
WHEN: Day 98
It was strange really, that the 'voice of reason' within the family was doing this. Going to a complete (or perhaps not so complete) stranger's house. But then again- Susan had always trusted her intuition and was usually good at reading people, as naive as she appeared to be. And Peter (she still wanted to call him 'Mr.') came off as a pleasant man, as much as one can be through written journal posts. Or perhaps the kind words were a facade and she was hugely mistaken?
The light was fading and she held the parchment sheet up to her face to try and read the map. Peter (her brother) had always teased her for being horrible with directions, saying that it was typical of girls to not carry a map in their heads. And it was true. For someone who was supposed to be the 'smart' one of the family, she certainly had been getting lost often enough.
And every once in a while she'd pause to look around, eyes greedily trying to take in the beauty of this city, which she believed to rival even that of Narnia. Her quiver of arrows and bow bounces against her back with each step, school tie slung across her shoulder and shoes in one hand. If only mum could see her now.
Finally a house loomed out in front of her, and she hesitated for a moment. It was either this man was far too nice, or that he was evil and didn't show it. And she was hoping, wishing, praying, that it was the former. One step, and then another on smooth cobblestone, back straight and chin high. One deep breath and she gathered the courage that her eldest brother had always sworn she had.
Raising a hand to knock on the door, she tried very hard not to look so nervous. Except that Susan was sure she was failing. Because really, she wore her heart on her sleeve and was proud of it. Bare feet shifted on the front steps, face arched upwards to admire the newly-born sunrise.
Whatever happened, things should be alright. Or at least, that's what she hoped.