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mybrothershadow

So much not right I don't even know where to begin [RP for daughter_ofevil]

Feb 28, 2008 20:20

Peter went out for his morning jog. It was the way he started out almost every morning. Sometimes he took Tex with him and sometimes he left the dog sound asleep on his back, feet in the air at the foot of the bed. This morning had been one of those mornings. His jog always ended up with him in town at the coffee shop. He bought two cups of coffee ( Read more... )

sasha, rp

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daughterof_evil February 29 2008, 03:25:07 UTC

Sasha had spent the day worrying herself sick. She always knew to expect Peter home before she went to work, and when he didn't make it back in time or answer his cell phone, she knew something was wrong. In spite of what had happened before, she knew better than to think he'd just disappear on her. Things were different now; so different that even in the case of a serious emergency, she expected him to get in touch with her as soon as he could ( ... )

mybrothershadow February 29 2008, 03:50:11 UTC

Peter felt like the ass end of something really ugly. He'd gotten used to the whole regeneration thing, took it for granted even. Now that he didn't have it, he was probably particularly whiny. okay no probably about it. He let out a sigh of relief when he saw Sasha and then felt incredibly guilty when he realized she was crying. He moved toward her and put his arms around her. "Shhh, I'm okay," he told her quietly.

Technically, it was a lie. He was as far from okay as he'd been in a long time but he would live and that's what she needed to hear right now.

daughterof_evil February 29 2008, 03:56:05 UTC

"You're hurt," Sasha told him, burying her head in his shirt and clinging to him gently. She was scared to do more than that and would be unless he told her otherwise, especially because she couldn't tell if he was hurt anywhere other than his face. "You didn't come home and you--" she took a deep breath, attempting to calm herself down. "I was worried about you."

mybrothershadow February 29 2008, 04:14:58 UTC

"I'm sorry," he told her quietly. "Come on. Let's go inside and I'll get cleaned up, put something frozen on my eye and I'll tell you what happened."

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