The man looked positively dismal. A sad sight in every way. Which was a pity, for Guy was certain there lured a handsome man behind it.
Now, Guy wasn't normally someone who'd comfort a stranger - there were far more interesting things to do with strangers - but... well, he had wine with him and, really, he might as well. It wasn't like he had much else to do.
So, he approached and offered the jug. "You look awful." He said.
Peter doesn't honestly believe that anything in a jug would be helpful to him and his lips curve up in something of a brittle smile. "Well, then the out matches the in," he assures, waving a hand to deny the...well, whatever it is. "I didn't mean to ruin the night, though."
The Island is certainly lacking in holes of shame to crawl into.
Guy shrugged and took a generous gulp himself instead. "Too late. You already did. And such a beautiful night like this..." He added musingly looking up to the sky.
Peter arches a glance to the sky, simply to catch the litter of stars all about them before he regards the man again. "I don't think I'd be particular good company, really."
But he can't help a proper introduction and he slowly extends a pale hand. "I'm Peter."
Seeing Peter again was a welcome sight, but it quickly became clear that Petet was not exactly happy. It hurt Orpheus to see someone look that down, especially someone as kind as Peter. Peter should be full of music. Of course there is sad music in the world too, but still it did not feel right.
He walked up to Peter in silence and took Peter's hands between his hands and kissed him softly. He did not think much of why, it simply felt right and like a thing that might make him feel better.
It's not unpleasant, but Peter feels so very raw and so very open at that precise moment that he draws back, unable to help himself. He also can't help the way his cheeks fill with colour, shame, and guilt, all at once and he stares at the man in the light of the moon, wondering why he thought to do that.
Too many skeletons in his basement, too many hearts broken. "I'm sorry," he apologises, cheeks still flushed, but still a foot of space between them.
"No sorry," Orpheys whispered softly and stroked Peter's cheek again. "Blame the moon." He looked up at the sky with a smile, completely unaware that his words were a cliché. "Why sad?" Not that Peter had to answer that, of course. Orpheus was fairly sure he knew he didn't have to.
The touch is still unexpected, still confusing, and for a brief moment, he has a horrible thought in which he wanders if this will end in him being choked of life.
"My past is catching up with me," he admits, softly and to think of Tom breaks his heart, but to think of anything else makes him want to plea once more for life.
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Now, Guy wasn't normally someone who'd comfort a stranger - there were far more interesting things to do with strangers - but... well, he had wine with him and, really, he might as well. It wasn't like he had much else to do.
So, he approached and offered the jug. "You look awful." He said.
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The Island is certainly lacking in holes of shame to crawl into.
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But he can't help a proper introduction and he slowly extends a pale hand. "I'm Peter."
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He walked up to Peter in silence and took Peter's hands between his hands and kissed him softly. He did not think much of why, it simply felt right and like a thing that might make him feel better.
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Too many skeletons in his basement, too many hearts broken. "I'm sorry," he apologises, cheeks still flushed, but still a foot of space between them.
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"My past is catching up with me," he admits, softly and to think of Tom breaks his heart, but to think of anything else makes him want to plea once more for life.
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