Come Here and Rest Your Pretty Head
Title: Come Here and Rest Your Pretty Head (1/1)
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Character: Peter Hale (with references to Peter + Malia and Peter+/Lydia)
Rating: PG
Word count: 205
Spoilers: Season 3B
Summary: A family reunion. Set post episode 3.20.
A/N: Oops! I guess it had to happen sometime.
Lydia arranges a meeting.
Reluctant, grudging, contained by warnings about what not to do, and whom not to tell, and accompanied by the newest Argent enforcer (sporting an incongruous frilly miniskirt revealing legs that would be fetching on any woman not from her bloodline).
Nevertheless, she arranges a meeting. The connection -- ambiguously clear for you, for her, you imagine, still teetering on a precarious edge just beyond hatred, disgust, violation, curiosity -- eventually winning out against her scruples.
You sit opposite the girl across a bare table. She tells you, in a monotone, about the mental institution; that she killed her family. When her words gain momentum, as she waxes lyrical about about the fierce, feral freedom of the woods, you don’t delude yourself she wants to confide, that there’s growing family feeling, you can tell it’s just nostalgia, a reverie for something lost.
Well, aren’t we a chip off the old block, the voice in your mind prompts you to remark, but willpower keeps it silent.
She charms you. At least, a part of you.
You study her face, half-listen, your thoughts lost in a web of memory, resentment and strategy; your heart split apart between pride and a deep sense of pity.
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Character: Peter Hale (with references to Peter + Malia and Peter+/Lydia)
Rating: PG
Word count: 205
Spoilers: Season 3B
Summary: A family reunion. Set post episode 3.20.
A/N: Oops! I guess it had to happen sometime.
Lydia arranges a meeting.
Reluctant, grudging, contained by warnings about what not to do, and whom not to tell, and accompanied by the newest Argent enforcer (sporting an incongruous frilly miniskirt revealing legs that would be fetching on any woman not from her bloodline).
Nevertheless, she arranges a meeting. The connection -- ambiguously clear for you, for her, you imagine, still teetering on a precarious edge just beyond hatred, disgust, violation, curiosity -- eventually winning out against her scruples.
You sit opposite the girl across a bare table. She tells you, in a monotone, about the mental institution; that she killed her family. When her words gain momentum, as she waxes lyrical about about the fierce, feral freedom of the woods, you don’t delude yourself she wants to confide, that there’s growing family feeling, you can tell it’s just nostalgia, a reverie for something lost.
Well, aren’t we a chip off the old block, the voice in your mind prompts you to remark, but willpower keeps it silent.
She charms you. At least, a part of you.
You study her face, half-listen, your thoughts lost in a web of memory, resentment and strategy; your heart split apart between pride and a deep sense of pity.