I spent five and a half hours today catching up on my friendspage. o_O (My inbox is going to have to wait until tomorrow; I’ll get back to e-mails then
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Gone are distinguishing features that had marked him: the easy smile, the gentle exasperation that had never quite managed to put Peter off. He'd assumed it was a thinly layered shield, a veil easily shed by the right person. He had an instinctive sense of what lay beneath it, the potential just waiting to be unearthed, given the light and water of proper attention so it could grow to full bloom.
But the Mohinder before him now is marked by new experience, new growth-painful growth, from what Peter can see in the tightness around his eyes, the guilt etched in lines earned by nights of long worry.
He steps forward, and without asking permission-knowing he'd be refused but also understanding that the longing to receive is just as strong as his longing to give-he takes Mohinder's face in his hands. With delicate but sure fingers, he traces every lined formed in his absence, marks them, acknowledges and honors them.
He's different, but Peter intends to learn everything until he knows this Mohinder just as well as the old.
He's different.
Gone are distinguishing features that had marked him: the easy smile, the gentle exasperation that had never quite managed to put Peter off. He'd assumed it was a thinly layered shield, a veil easily shed by the right person. He had an instinctive sense of what lay beneath it, the potential just waiting to be unearthed, given the light and water of proper attention so it could grow to full bloom.
But the Mohinder before him now is marked by new experience, new growth-painful growth, from what Peter can see in the tightness around his eyes, the guilt etched in lines earned by nights of long worry.
He steps forward, and without asking permission-knowing he'd be refused but also understanding that the longing to receive is just as strong as his longing to give-he takes Mohinder's face in his hands. With delicate but sure fingers, he traces every lined formed in his absence, marks them, acknowledges and honors them.
He's different, but Peter intends to learn everything until he knows this Mohinder just as well as the old.
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And, you! *blushes*
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