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kore_logs2013-10-20 06:18 pm
velveteenwolf) wrote in kore_logs2013-10-20 06:18 pm
Entry tags:
At Least I Have Nothing
Who: Peter Rumancek, Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, and Brigid Finn
What: Introducing the new wolf to the rest of the Pack.
When: Day 122 after this thread.
Where: The Pack suite.
Warnings: None that I can think of?
He follows Brigid, but he doesn't trust her. Not out of any specific affront, but because when you've literally lost everything in your life that matters, everything is a minefield and everything hurts. Because she's a werewolf and his whole life there's been that knowledge that no pack would have him. Forever an outsider. He'd told her as much; Peter was never the sort to pass himself off as anything else. A dirty gypsy, used their word, their insult for the Romani people.
He's broken. He doesn't say it. He pretends he's not, he smiles at her as best as he can, but he's lost everything. And maybe that's why he follows her anyway. He's got no one, nothing, but he almost did. A family, something that he might have even called a pack. Roman, Letha, a child that wasn't his but that he would have treated like his own. They all would have. It could have been good. Losing it just hurts that much more, and he lets himself follow for lack of direction.
He's sure this is going to hurt, in the end. Because people hurt, and even if she's a werewolf, he doesn't even trust in himself enough to believe in an end to the pain. He just gets people hurt.
He wavers in the doorway as he follows after the redhead, shifting like he's not sure he should really be here. He doesn't belong; he's an outsider, he doesn't belong anywhere.
What: Introducing the new wolf to the rest of the Pack.
When: Day 122 after this thread.
Where: The Pack suite.
Warnings: None that I can think of?
He follows Brigid, but he doesn't trust her. Not out of any specific affront, but because when you've literally lost everything in your life that matters, everything is a minefield and everything hurts. Because she's a werewolf and his whole life there's been that knowledge that no pack would have him. Forever an outsider. He'd told her as much; Peter was never the sort to pass himself off as anything else. A dirty gypsy, used their word, their insult for the Romani people.
He's broken. He doesn't say it. He pretends he's not, he smiles at her as best as he can, but he's lost everything. And maybe that's why he follows her anyway. He's got no one, nothing, but he almost did. A family, something that he might have even called a pack. Roman, Letha, a child that wasn't his but that he would have treated like his own. They all would have. It could have been good. Losing it just hurts that much more, and he lets himself follow for lack of direction.
He's sure this is going to hurt, in the end. Because people hurt, and even if she's a werewolf, he doesn't even trust in himself enough to believe in an end to the pain. He just gets people hurt.
He wavers in the doorway as he follows after the redhead, shifting like he's not sure he should really be here. He doesn't belong; he's an outsider, he doesn't belong anywhere.