A Contemplative Thing
Peter awoke early, consciousness coming to him as though a switch had been thrown. He had been asleep, dreaming about...something involving cars and Pennington and a skein of wool...and then suddenly he was awake, very aware of the woman asleep in his arms, of the chill of the room against his exposed skin.
Two thoughts immediately came to mind: ( Read more... )
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Not to mention a very nice thing to wake up to on Monday morning!
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Hey now, they had a whole day of regular making-up in between there!
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I'm glad to see Rose follow through with opening herself up and allowing him to see what he means to her, as well as being sure he understands how she thinks. Letting him know that she needs time to think when angry can go a long way in the future. (I'm also glad he told her that he followed her.)
Now, on with the Loreen smackdown. It must be awful for him to have her pop up and it's no wonder his psyche is so battered.
Did I mention I'm in love? :)
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Peter's sneaky like that. ;)
This argument was such an important thing for them--I know I keep saying it in my responses, but it really is true. This is where they learn how important it is to really open up to one another, and what it is that makes them different.
It must be awful for him to have her pop up and it's no wonder his psyche is so battered.
Ah, Loreen. It's very, very hard *not* to make her cartoonishly evil. She's just a beyotch, who revels in making Peter suffer for some reason.
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Dreaming about Pennington, eh?
he’d have to feed the fire in the fireplace and get the room warmed up
Oooh, old-fashioned-- no central heat, or even radiators?
He did hiss as his feet came in contact with the icy cold of the tile
I do this nearly every morning when I go to get breakfast and walk down the tile in the hallway.
The sweater Rose had worn when she’d returned to him the afternoon before was folded neatly on a shelf, and he pulled it on over his other clothes before silently closing the doors.
Hmm... maybe he wants "Eau de Rose"?
Childhood memories of playing hide-and-seek with Martin, learning how to work out where his brother had gone using the same methods, flooded his mind even as he slowly walked southwards, seeking Rose.
Nice detail, especially reaching into his past.
She needed time to think-time alone...it was as Rose as could be, wanting to get away for a bit to sort through her thoughts. He’d much rather she ( ... )
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Poor Peter, dreaming about work when he's on holiday!
Oooh, old-fashioned-- no central heat, or even radiators?
No central heat at *all*. Just four fireplaces and a very cold kitchen.
I think it's huge that he's realizing this and that he knows, even if it stings, that it's not personal-- she's not running away from him, just running away to clear her head before returning.
He's learning how it is she copes with *personal* stress--just as she is slowly coming to learn how he functions and reacts when things don't go well.
Poor Peter, will the man ever get that self esteem?
Oh, he'll get there in the end.
He seems very much someone who likes to be in control-- it must be awful for him to have Loreen have such power.
YES! Exactly right.
What could she possibly gain from constantly mooning about evilly in his life?
Some people thrive on having that kind of power over someone else.
It sounds as though she's hinting at some terrible crime.She's hinting, I think, at the fact that his brother ( ... )
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I wonder if he'd not had the visible object lesson of Martin to go on, whether he'd either have gotten completely sucked into the life, or never even dabbled in the first place?
How dabbly was his dabbling? (e.g., I mentioned in a comment somewhere a while back that he might not be keen on taking painkillers, knowing his addictive tendencies - would that be true?)
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Correct--no dabbling in ye olde painkillers.
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I...I did follow you, you know, I...didn’t…I wanted to make sure you were safe, and when I saw you were I came back here.”
The cup of coffee in Rose’s lap was perilously close to spilling, and he gently reached down and took it from her. A wry grin twitched at her lips. “How very...paternalistic of you, Peter.”
You know, I know Peter isn't the Doctor, but it seems like a very Doctor thing to do-- and with Rose's comment, it seems like she might think so too.
Rose had offered to make breakfast for him and he felt that the least he could do was accept her offer graciously, regardless of the danger she might pose to his gran’s beloved kitchen.
Aww, with your supervision, Peter, she won't burn it down. Just singe it a little.
Peter wasn’t quite sure where he’d be without Graeme and Eirlys-he’d known them since his gran had lived in the cottage, and they’d looked after him while he lived there, as he got his life together after his father’s death, and again after Uni. They were looking after him again-although Graeme had also seemed ( ... )
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Rose hates to be coddled--and so she'd be especially defensive if she so much as suspected something along those lines. She's still at a point where she needs to learn that it's ok for someone to look out for you, even when you might not want them to.
I imagine them almost as curious, well-meaning relatives. I hope we get to see their dinner with Peter and Rose.
Oh, that'll be written at some point. Because you just know they'd have embarassing pictures of Peter when he was all gawky and angular. As well as embarassing stories.
Lol! This is fantastic! He's so comfortable, that he says it, then is slightly horrified. Bless him. I'd love to hear Rose's thoughts in that moment.
Heh. I think her thoughts went straight to one place ;)
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The cottage was his true emotional centre, and he’d felt an overwhelming urge to share it with Rose, to invite her into something that so few people had seen.
*Yes.* This is what I was saying, about their different perspectives and emotional bases.
The sweater Rose had worn when she’d returned to him the afternoon before was folded neatly on a shelf, and he pulled it on over his other clothes
Something wonderfully metaphorical about that...she takes a piece of him with her while she goes off to get her bearings, and then he takes that same piece the next day. Haven't quite figured out the rest of it yet...
Rose had snuck off, stealing out of the back door like a thief; he’d stared at the unfastened chain and unlocked bolt, dumbfoundedOh, poor Peter. *Wibble* ( ... )
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It had to be done!
*Yes.* This is what I was saying, about their different perspectives and emotional bases.
Even knowing you'd written that, and agreeing with it--the idea didn't consciously play into the writing of this. Bless the subconscious!
Rose is running away from one of his groundings, rejecting him more than she realizes.
*wince* That's bang-on correct.
I'm so glad he had the wit to know she needed a little distance to sort through her emotions.
One of the reason's Peter is so good at his job, is that he's observant, and he's good at reading people (barring Loreen and Natalie). Given time and a little bit of distance, the habits of a career are bound to come into play, and to serve him well.
It's okay to be this vulnerable with Rose (even though it blew up in his face. Just a little. XD)
Nothing ventured, nothing gained :)
Maybe this will be something Rose keeps in mind next time they argue?It's an excellent rule--and one that might ultimately be adoped in the Carlisle/Tyler ( ... )
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Although, I'm completely at a loss for how I missed Rose, her fingers slowly sliding through his hair, gently brushing through the strands the first time.
It's an excellent rule--and one that might ultimately be adoped in the Carlisle/Tyler household.
Yay!
Seriously, this is one of my all-time favorites. Seeing Rose and Peter take such a critical step in their relationship...it's just such a wonderful foundation for the later stories.
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Seriously, this is one of my all-time favorites. Seeing Rose and Peter take such a critical step in their relationship...it's just such a wonderful foundation for the later stories.
Thank you!
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