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
( I've got my eyes wide, it's not over yet; we are miracles and we're not alone )
WHAT: Peter offers Susan a place to stay.
WHERE: Peter's house
WHEN: Day 98
( I've got my eyes wide, it's not over yet; we are miracles and we're not alone )
She'd opened her mouth to thank him again, but then shut it, knowing that she probably sounded much like a broken record right now. So Susan stepped inside, looking around the apartment that reminded her of home. Small and cozy, much like theirs in Finchley. And it brought on a pang that she shook away, shoving away images of her siblings with a vigorous shake of her head.
"It's very nice. Reminds me of home." Susan said quietly with a smile, inside the house but standing in the front hall. She really didn't want to be rude at all, and so stood somewhat stiffly in the hall, arms at her sides.
He was glad to help? She liked this man, trusted him although it would probably be a foolish thing to trust a stranger, especially in this world. But really, what wasn't there to trust? Mum had always told her you could tell who someone was by their smile, if it reached their eyes or not. And his obviously did.
So Susan did a strange thing, something that Lucy would normally do. She stepped forward and hugged him, wrapping her arms tightly around him. It was a strange instinct, but an instinct all the same and for once she'd acted without thinking.
Hopefully this wouldn't make things more awkward.
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"The first floor is empty. You can live here for free until you grow more comfortable in Rivelata," Peter smiled, watching her take in a possible new home. He made sure it was small, cozy, a perfect fit for humble people such as himself.
The girl - Susan - was only a teenager, but he'll be there to help whenever she needed it.
"I'll be on the second floor. Knock if you want anything." It was the least he could do.
Then she suddenly stepped forward, not saying a word, but embracing him with two arms. Peter responded automatically, hugging her back. For a moment, it almost felt like...Claire -
"Are you going to be OK?" He asked, pulling back, but keeping both hands on her shoulders, looking her straight in the eye.
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He'd hugged her back. And he was warm and soft and tall and felt like...like her father, back in the times when she could still hug her father. Before he'd gone off to the war. Before he'd gotten killed- no. No, he wasn't dead. She'd never believe it until she saw the yellow telegram. But Peter (how strange it was to use her brother's name for someone else) reminded her of her own father in so many ways that it almost hurt to look at him.
And then his hands were on her shoulders, firm but not so much that they were painful. He wanted an answer, a real one and not just smiles and empty platitudes. Susan did smile, but genuinely now, looking him straight into the eyes as well. Except she had to look away, because the pang was back.
Because his eyes looked just like...Caspian's. The kind of...innocence, something she couldn't describe and it hurt. But Susan kept her smile, one that didn't quite reach her own eyes. "I'll be fine. Don't worry. I'm- I'm lucky. That you're letting me stay here."
Susan looked around the apartment once more, noting the stairs that led to the second floor and the rooms down the hallway. And crossing her arms, she looked up(he was taller than her, if only by a few inches) at him, wearing her 'no nonsense' expression. Her siblings knew better than to argue with her when she wore that expression. Sensible Susan , as always.
"I'll need to pay you back. Somehow. It's only polite, after all." she said with just the slightest twitch of her lips that kind of put a damper on her determined expression. It was comical, really. "I can do chores and- I'll pay rent." After all, it was about time she'd found a job. That gentleman she'd talked to over the journals who ran an archery business seemed promising. "I'm going in for a job soon."
Like she did everything, Susan always found the most logical, sensible way to solve a problem. Even if others called her boring and such. That's just the way she was.
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Lucky? Lucky didn't begin to cover it. From what he remembered in the series by some man she did not know - will never know in a million years. Peter sighed, letting her go, letting his arms hang uselessly by his side.
"You don't need to pay me back right now. First month is free."
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Blinking away the wetness in her eyes, she gave an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, that was rude. But- could you show me where the bedroom is, please?" she asked, still tentative to go exploring the house on her own. It just seemed rude to her. Today had certainly been an...interesting day, for lack of words. In one day she'd landed here, met Jojo and Sena, and finally, landed here.
"I think...I'll go to bed. If that's alright?" after all, there was something about changing dimensions that was somewhat exhausting. Especially for the effort it took to crane her neck and see everything there was to see from the docks to here. Taking it all in, and her mind was in overdrive. It took a lot out of a girl, really.
This place was so far from what she thought was home. But Susan had decided, that this was home, now. Because after all, home was a warm place, right? A place full of people you loved. Narnia had been home more than England could ever be. Perhaps this place, Rivelata, could be the same.
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She was polite. She had manners. That was more than some of these bastards had in this place. He had never seen so much crookedness, and he lived in the capital of it - New York City. So many deaths, so many people hurt, but Peter was going to do something. He was going to save people. That was his job.
He was going to make sure Susan was going to be alright.
He led her into her new home, opening the door to her bedroom on the left - his old bedroom he shared with Claire, then Adam, now empty.
"Go rest up. Again, if you want anything - even a bite to eat, I'll be upstairs."
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As he left she quietly closed the door and then turned around, putting down her things. And then she literally collapsed onto the bed with a quiet thud, landing helter-skelter onto the bed covers. She stared up at the ceiling for a moment before sitting up and examining the room around her. The bay windows were quite pleasant and would probably let in the sunlight in the morning which would be enough to wake her up.
Susan had no extra clothes but she didn't mind, snuggling beneath the covers and the downy pillows, stretching out onto the bed. Really, the hammocks of the Narnian camps had nothing on this, and for someone who had slept on the ground and on tree roots for days, this was amazing.
It wasn't long before her eyes drooped, granting Susan the deepest sleep she'd had in a very long time.
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