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Peter Cadoc | 23 | werewolf | barista

[peterscadoc]

Peter Cadoc + Lethe Gala 2021

[peterscadoc]

tatexbrandt​:

Chewing her lip, the werewolf leaned against the bookshelf. She was strong enough to tip it over, but thankfully its feet stayed on the ground even if her right foot toed the carpet of the clean-smelling library. She couldn’t register the voice because she was still a little hungover, so when she turned around her expression changed from surprise and curiosity to chagrin and agitation. The werewolf sighed and swiftly put the book back on the shelf, but it stuck out like a sore thumb and Peter could easily read the title describing flame retardants as well as accelerants. 

“Jesus Peter, don’t you ever knock?” Tate sighed, sunglasses hiding the bags under her eyes. She was kicking herself for coming to the library, knowing full well this punk worked here, but she definitely couldn’t google or, worse, buy such books with her own money. She had to be discreet, but the waft of booze that came from her clothes was anything but. She had spent a night partying with Skyler, the girl from the pack, and if she weren’t a werewolf she would sport at least three hickeys that were on her visible skin. “I uh… was looking for you, actually. Looking for blood donors for the night-of and day-after the gala. You interested? I got my kit in the car.”

The sight of Tate was usually welcome and exciting but there were several things that had been alarming as of late. First of all, she seemed less eager to spend any time with him or Mack, all of her time spent with... God, someone else. Whoever this girl was, he hadn’t been able to get a lot of information out of Tate about her. It was abnormal, alarming, and genuinely scary. Peter’s life had been nothing but a whirlwind for so long and Tate and Mack had been two of the first constants he’d had. It was scary, to see Tate going down a path like this.

Particularly since Peter was, although naive, far from stupid. He could smell the alcohol on her strongly lately and he could smell other things too. A few times he’d smelled smoke, like when he’d run into her on an early morning in town, and he’d also noticed an increased interest in fire and a large jump in risky behavior.

“Uh,” he said slowly. “Yeah, sure, of course.” His heart was thudding in his chest but so was hers, he could hear it. Besides, she hadn’t been looking for him. She’d clearly not bee happy to see him at all. “Yeah,” he said again, a little more dully. He had planned to just put in a small segway but instead words seemed to spew from his lips uncontrollably. “Listen, Tate, we need to have a talk. I know what book that is and I know the crowd you’re with, even if you think I don’t and I-” His voice dropped lower as he leaned in, “I know what you’ve been doing. And for the love of god, please, please, stop. This is- God, Tate, this is- God, Tate, please.”

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notleftalive​:

Up until now, it hadn’t occurred to Joseph that this town would likely have an expansive selection of books on the supernatural and the undead.

And here he was, poring through that section. There was quite a bit on vampires, on werewolves, on witches, but aside from that, Joseph couldn’t figure out much else. Well, he did find a book on zombies of all things. But the one he picked up seemed to only talk about the flesh-eating variety – in other words, the completely fictional kind. Hell, even the subject of demons seemed to have more written about it. 

The man’s question caught his attention, but did not startle him. “I’m looking for a type of book,” he said, realizing he should clarify. “I’m…” he tapped on a few book spines. “…looking for books about undead beings. You know, not just vampires.”

Peter nodded his head, smiling a little in response. “Yeah, absolutely, we have that. We’re Lethe, supernatural things are kind of what we specialize in.” He moved into the aisle more and browsed carefully, wondering to himself if the other man was one of those creatures now himself and trying to find new knowledge. 

“Forgive me, I’m a little new to the library,” he said, silently stomping out the anxious voice at the back of his head that was determined that two months was long enough to have the entire thing memorized. “Any species in general?”

[peterscadoc]

Date: May 28, 2021 Time: 3:00 PM Location: Lethe Public Library

The job at the library had been good for Peter. It was something more specific to his interests than just being a barista, even if he had loved working for Rafi and still looked up to the man, and it gave him a new sense of confidence. Over the last few months he had been getting much more aware of his abilities and skills. It probably had to do with multiple things, he figured. His father being back in his life, his still present relationship with Faolan, the rekindling of things with Ivy, and this new job. And, more so, he had finally gotten to see his mother for the first time in his memory.

He knew she was still gone, of course, but... But it didn’t take away from the comfort in just having seen her himself for once outside of a photo.

Restocking the books onto the shelves now, Peter’s attention drifted to someone who seemed to be studying one of the shelves as if looking for something. “Can I help?” he asked, wandering over towards them easily.

[reybengio]

date: may 21, 2021 time: 10:03 pm location: church

Anticipating eyes glanced up from her phone’s screen and towards the door of the club after Reyna read a “here” blue bubble, only to find someone who didn’t match what she was expecting. Panic arose within the lamia as she quickly turned back around on the stool, attempting to recollect her memories from the prior night. Her planned date didn’t look anything like she remembered from the night before, but then again the girl was too wasted to even perceive reality as it was. Without giving him enough time to walk over to her, Reyna hopped off the stool and dove straight into an already occupied booth in the VIP section. Her first priority was removing access to text messages of him asking her where she was, and her attempt to do so succeeded when she dropped her phone into the booth occupant’s drink on the table. “I’ll buy you two new ones,” was her apology for soiling their drink. “Just hide me and talk to me like we’re having the best night in our life,” Reyna requested through gritted teeth as she slid down in the booth, trying to remove herself from visible sight from the other people in the club. “Enjoying your night so far? Music’s popping, isn’t it?”

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Peter’s jaw dropped in surprise when his drink became soiled by someone else’s phone completely. He slowly looked up at Reyna in an amused bewilderment. “Really? Oh my god, Reyna.” Laughter was in his voice as he spoke because now that he knew who it was it really wasn’t too surprising. Reyna was, he had learned after training under her and becoming her friend, unpredictable in the best way.

“Why would you do that? I am holding you to the drink thing though.” He grinned and pushed his now soiled drink away with a joking scowl before grinning at her once again, just as widely as ever. “Yeah, it’s great. But, uh... popping?” He elbowed her playfully. “What about you? I’m really dying to know what the hell led to you dumping your phone in my drink.”

[faolanmeadowes]

@peterscadoc​

Peter nodded and chuckled softly, knowing that there was a good chance that he himself was partly at fault for Faolan’s low opinion. He couldn’t even count all the times he’d showed up at his door feeling displaced and hopeless. “Yeah, it’s good. I’m still not where Damien is but I’m probably never gonna be. It’s just different.” He nodded his head earnestly and added, “Yeah, I’m careful. I’ve experienced too much in places probably safer to not be. You too, right? I dunno what the fuck I would do if something happened to you.” He nodded his head again and bounced on his heels. “I am later tonight. What about you?” He chewed awkwardly on his bottom lip before daring, “Have you seen much of Ivy? How is she?”

“Damien has more memories than you do, I assume? He has the time to reconcile the two images in his head, but you yourself don’t have the luxury,” he guesses, eyes narrowed on Peter’s face. Untangling that web will require more time than even Faolan has, and he’s immortal. “You didn’t ask for advice from an old man, and here I am giving it. It will never be like Damien’s, but that doesn’t make it any less important, you’ll find the ground beneath your feet before you know it.” There, good. He was thinking on the spot. Faolan’s own son hadn’t made it to this age to need his advice, and his other was much too old to ask. Faolan sends him a half-smile. “You forget I am very old, I am not afraid of dying,” he says truthfully, shrugging. “But I will endeavor not to leave this mortal coil anytime soon.” His attention is drawn to the clattering of a sword as one person knocks the weapon from the other’s grip, sending it to the ground with such a clang that it nearly drowns out the applause from the crowd. Faolan rolls his eyes, and ushers Peter away, content to continue their conversation away from the roar. They have a lot to catch up on after all.

(end)

[peterscadoc]

Date: 1-01-2021 Time: 00:22 Location: Irving Plaza Status: closed with @jackson-danvers​

Things had gotten bad fast, but Peter had learned a long time ago how often that could happen. And it definitely seemed to happen in Lethe quite often. He looked up at Jack with a wide-eyed expression of a child, an expression that given the situation he didn’t think twice about at this moment in time. “What do we do?” he asked softly, backing up. He wasn’t sure what the spirit had meant, what was about to happen. But he was also pretty sure that he didn’t want to stick around for it.

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jackson-danvers‌:

There was something about the energy of the room that made Jack smile so much, both internally and literally. He was at a point now where he was able to talk to his son in a way that he had only hoped would happen, but didn’t know he would ever had. The transition to reconnecting with Damien had been so much easier and he never wanted to take it for granted. He was still happy to have this breakthrough. “Really? After I finish I would love to see that copy. “ He asked curious what parts Peter had considered important. 

Jack nodded his head at the mention of the movie. He had been a kid when it had come out and admittedly he was not huge into movies but he knew it existed. “ Yeah I’ve heard. It has Patrick Swayze in it right?” He asked, trying to think of the only actor he knew of to jog his memory. “ I try not to predict books, cause  worry I could set myself up for disappointment, but I imagine Ponyboy would be back home at some point? His siblings care a lot about him. Darry and Dallas are in the top so far, but that could change in a few pages. “ He mused. “ Oh? Sure, I tend to dog ear the pages usually, but I know people have hated that I did that” He chuckled

Peter offered a slow smile and nodded his head. “Yeah, I could show it to you. Definitely.” He rubbed his leg through his jeans and tried not to feel awkward. This was a good conversation, something on his own turf, but it was still out of his comfort zone. “Yeah, he is. Him and Ralph Macchio and Matt Dillon and Rob Lowe. But I get that, not wanting to get disappointed.” Besides, it’s a sad book, he didn’t say. He didn’t want to ruin it, not when the sadness made it beautiful. “I can see that.” The protectors. That had to say something about Jack, right? “mine was always Johnny,” he admitted slowly. the abused, the hurt, the lonely. It felt oddly vulnerable, admitting a favorite character, but Johnny represented the parts of him that as a teenager had been so painful, so weak and afraid. “I never minded it. In my opinion, a marked and tattered book is a well-loved book. As long as it isn’t thrown onto the floor or out a window of course. That’s why I highlight mine.”

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faolanmeadowes‌:

@faolanmeadowes​

There isn’t much for him to say to that. For all his talks with Peter about him, Faolan hasn’t ever met Jack and he doesn’t imagine that will change anytime soon. “Good. Don’t care much about your Jack personally, but you deserved the chance to talk with him and make your own opinions.” If anything, he imagines Peter’s problems might be easier to solve than Faolan’s own these last few weeks. He sobers, gaze swiveling from the failing fighters to Peter. “You are being careful, though? This town isn’t the safest one, and I can’t imagine we need more people to go missing.” It’s just paranoia, he knows, but Faolan waits until he gets a confirmation before he turns away again. “Somehow is better than not at all,” he says. “Are you meeting up with them?” Or with Ivy, he would like to ask, but he has no idea where Ivy fits into Peter’s worries. 

Peter nodded and chuckled softly, knowing that there was a good chance that he himself was partly at fault for Faolan’s low opinion. He couldn’t even count all the times he’d showed up at his door feeling displaced and hopeless. “Yeah, it’s good. I’m still not where Damien is but I’m probably never gonna be. It’s just different.” He nodded his head earnestly and added, “Yeah, I’m careful. I’ve experienced too much in places probably safer to not be. You too, right? I dunno what the fuck I would do if something happened to you.” He nodded his head again and bounced on his heels. “I am later tonight. What about you?” He chewed awkwardly on his bottom lip before daring, “Have you seen much of Ivy? How is she?”

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jackson-danvers‌:

Jack couldn’t deny that he was incredibly nervous talking to his son in such a casual way, because he didn’t want to mess anything up with him. Still, he was doing his best to keep a cool head and just enjoy the conversation. “Yeah, it’s really good so far. I’ve been trying to catch up on some titles I missed since there are so many books around the shop I’ve been wanting to read. “ He admitted. It was a good explanation, and it was also true. Jack didn’t read a lot once he became a parent and then only read certain thing’s when he was trying to get out of his loss. “ Is it really?” He asked, knowing the truth from Milo, but he didn’t want to come off bad for admitting that. 

“ I’m actually at a really crazy part. “ Jack replied as he held his place in the book with a finger. He had picked up the book to be able to talk to his son, but wound up actually being really into it as a result. “ Darry and Sodapop just showed up in the hospital after the fire”

Peter watched him curiously, glancing at the book. He slowly rounded into the room properly and sat down at the other end of the couch, his heart pounding in his chest with the anxiety of being so close. I wasn’t all a bad anxiety either, it was sort of good, maybe something like hope. “Yeah, it is. I’ve read it...I read it probably twice every year. I have a highlighted copy in my room, all color-coded and stuff.”

He perked up at the words of the book, what was probably his first genuine smile with Jack pulling at his lips. “I love that part. You know they did a movie in the 80′s and the actors totally nailed that scene. I see it perfectly still.” A tearful reunion between family, just like with him and Damien and Jack, except for Peter hadn’t been able to be happy. guilt and frustration gnawed at him again and he had to push it back. “Do you have any thoughts about what might happen? Who are your favorites?” He glanced at his father’s finger in the book. “Do you want a bookmark? I have thousands.”

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faolanmeadowes‌:

@faolanmeadowes​

Faolan didn’t notice the familiar face until he was standing next to him and talking, jolting a little at the near silent footsteps of Peter Cadoc. “Where have you been hiding away for the last month?” he questioned, relieved to see him. After their last meeting, Faolan had spent a great deal longer than he preferred worrying about him, on top of his worries for Fiona and Gabriel and, well, the list goes on. “The town should do something a little less deadly for showing off, but still, that is no excuse for terrible creations. Look, you have worked enough with me, you can see the shoddy repair job on these weapons.” It made him grimace just to watch. Terrible weapons, and terrible attempts at pretending to fight each other, like he was watching the dramatic acting of the world’s first movies all over again. At Peter’s comment, Faolan laughed, reaching over to ruffle his hair. “I have missed you, too, Peter. Are things alright with you and Damien? I have not seen him for a time either.”

Peter smiled at the fae gratefully, overwhelmed with how badly he had missed him. “Actually I’ve been working on things with Jack. It’s... It’s actually going really well.” He crossed his arms lightly over his chest, considering making sure that he knew that he still was a dad for Peter in a different way than anyone else. “You’re right though, those are pretty bad.” It was nice to know some of the art that Faolan was talking about, and it made him proud to actually understand what he was saying. He laughed and ducked his head as he felt Faolan’s hand in his hair. “Yeah, we are. Really we’re all working stuff out. Somehow.”

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faolanmeadowes‌:

Date: December 31, 2020 Time: 7:00PM Location: Winter Festival

“This is meant to be sword fighting?” he asks, incredulous, watching the two people fight out to the encouragement from the onlookers. Its a sanctioned fight, Faolan figures, or the police officers patrolling around would be leaping on everyone without pause. “Horrible weapons, they aren’t blunted or sharpened. Did we pry them off someone’s wall? I did better on my first weapons, and that was when we still used sharpened sticks.” His arms cross, eyes narrowed critically, talking mostly to himself, but also to the person standing nearest him. It wasn’t his choice to come here, but he had lost Gabriel and Etienne several booths back, and the clinking of weapons had drawn his eyes. It was two vampires in the middle, each garbed in a separate color, and he wasn’t entirely sure what they were promoting here. Not good weapons, nor good fighting. “I really hope this isn’t supposed to be a promotion for sword fighting classes. It’s sad.”

Peter heard the voice before he saw him, looking over and grinning as he recognized Faolan. The truth was that Faolan had been his lifesaver since he’d come to Lethe at all, but especially since Jack’s arrival. He hadn’t seen him much over the last month, but he was excited to tell him about the progress between himself and Jack. “I am honestly so amused. Look at you, complaining that a town event isn’t deadly enough,” he teased, moving to stand closer to the fae. “Long time no see. I missed you. Even though you want our town to skewer each other.” He grinned up at him with a mischevious grin.

[peterscadoc]

Peter Cadoc Playlist | listen 

i. heavy - linkin park ft. kiiara. ii. lifeline - we three. iii. couple of kids - maggie lindemann. iv. battle symphony - linkin park. v. you will be found - ben platt. vi. lighthouse - sainte. vii. so they say - we three. viii. grace - lewis capaldi. ix. broken - lovelytheband. x. teenage summer - tyler ward. xi. leave out all the rest - boyce avenue. xii. someone to stay - vancouver sleep clinic. xiii. africa / let me love you - cimorelli. xiv. if i’m being honest - tyler ward. xv. run away - megan & liz. xvi. brother - kodaline. xvii. by my side - mitis, tedy. xviii. voices - stripped live - against the current. xix. don’t give up on me - andy grammer. xx. don’t you worry - we are the in crowd

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tatexbrandt‌:

She made a face that said ‘Peter, it’s me we’re talking about,’ yet grinned towards the end. She listened to what he had to say, a million questions running through her mind, yet they all vanished the moment he stopped talking. She hesitated a moment, following in his footsteps. “Tell me your thoughts on Jack,” she said, turning towards him. She didn’t want to talk about herself right now. She wanted a chance to process what just happened with her father (okay, she couldn’t call him that yet) with Milo. “You’ve known him longer than I’ve known Milo. He didn’t mean to leave you, it was all an accident. Just like Milo, who didn’t know I even existed, Jack actively sought you out and failed. It isn’t his fault you ended up in foster homes. Do you blame him for anything? Resent him? Or is he simply a stranger to you that you have to get to know? What did you say? ‘Square one’? Have you started getting to know him? How is he?”

Peter shrugged his shoulders slowly as they reached his least favorite topic in the world- his father. His thoughts on Jack? He didn’t know him, and he resented everybody acting as if he should or as if he had to want to. “Not really. I guess all... Well... I kind of resent him. But not for not being there, not for the foster homes. That part of me is, honestly, actually happy he’s alive and just... I dunno, it’s like... At least there’s a chance. But I resent that my whole life is changing and me not being happy about it seems to make me a bad person. I didn’t look for him, I didn’t ask for this. He found us on the street on accident and all our lives changed. I didn’t say much really. I just... panicked. I answered when he and Damien asked me stuff and I felt like I had to. I know I need to try to get to know him, but I can barely talk to people without pressure. I see him and my chest constricts. And he’s everywhere. My home, my favorite bookstore. I see my brother and he asks how it is, I see who was my girlfriend and she asks if I’ve gotten over myself. Everyone has a billion opinions and it’s like all of them are right except me because I’m self-obsessed and selfish and scared and I hate it. So I resent that, and I’m not dealing with it and I don’t know how to get to know him.”

[peterscadoc]

faolanmeadowes‌:

It wasn’t quite what he was expecting from the day, and it took him a moment to process everything Peter was throwing at him, brow furrowing. From what he thought, the Cadoc brother’s didn’t have a father anymore, and yet they had one now? “Its great that your father is alive, and its great that your brother is happy to see him,” Faolan ventured, dumping hot water into two mugs and bringing one of them over to him. He set it on the table in front of him with a tilt of his head that offered no argument. Was this how Gabriel felt when Faolan became a part of his life? He didn’t want to ask, it didn’t seem to matter when they were in a good place now. In so much as they could be with death on their doorstep so frequently. “When I met my son Gabriel for the first time, he was little over a century in age and he had no idea who I was until I told him. You don’t have to follow Damien’s lead,” he said reasonably, sitting in the seat across from him, frowning as he tried to find the words. What would he want told him to him, if his father showed up out of the blue? “If you don’t want to take his lead, if you don’t want to stay in the same house as him, you aren’t required to do so. Do you want to know him at all? Start there.”

Peter looked up at Faolan with a strangled expression. He wanted to cry and it was an overwhelmingly strong urge. “I don’t know. But I feel selfish and wrong for thinking I might not. Everyone talks like... Like it’s bad. And maybe it is, it probably is. But I’m so...” He shook his head slowly. “He’s this stranger, and he’s not just there but it’s like an ultimatum. If I’m not happy about it, I lose everything. But the threat of losing everything because of it makes me fight harder because what the fuck is that?” It was crazy. When he met Faolan, he used to never swear, but living with his brother and them and then getting to know Ivy and everyone else... He’d picked up the habit over the last year and had hardly even noticed. “I know that things change, but... Things were finally good, for... the first time in my whole life and it took five minutes for it to blow up and that is so... It’s terrifying.” He stared up at the older man with a wide, scared look, feeling more like a kid than he had in a long time.

[peterscadoc]

jackson-danvers‌:

Jack didn’t feel better after his talk with Milo, because knowing his own track record, good thing’s didn’t happen for him. They were fleeting and inevitably taken away unless it was Milo or Forest. This had Jack feeling a sense of internal panic, because he could not mess things up with his son. He was terrified that if he did, peter would be lost to him forever. Spending over twenty years missing your children only to realize the chance for a relationship will never happen was a devastating idea for Jack and he wanted to fix things. He had a list of books Milo had recommended and had been reading them, hoping to get more of a glimpse into who Peter was and what his interests were. He wanted to know who his sons were even if it wasn’t firsthand. He didn’t expect Peter to come home though while he was doing his own homework on being a good father. 

“Hey Peter” Jack replied putting his hand in between the book page so he wouldn’t lose his spot. Some would think he planned this, but he hadn’t expected Peter to come back while he was home. “Yeah, it is. Surprisingly I haven’t had a chance to read it before. “ He admitted giving a sheepish smile. He dropped out of high school before the book had been given to him to read for classes, and a lot of reading fell by the waist side when he became a dad. In a way this was also him catching up on literature he had missed growing up while also trying to find a way to connect to his son “ I really like it so far though. “

Peter stared at his father and then at the book, cocking his head to the side as he processed that. “Oh,” he said awkwardly. He slowly let his backpack drop and went into the kitchen to get a bottle of water, reappearing in the room as he opened it. “You like it? It’s, uh, it’s one of my favorites.”

Was this the longest conversation they’d had since they met? It probably was, Peter realized with a stab of guilt. “It, uh. Actually, it is my favorite. What part are you at?” He wasn’t sure what he was doing, or how long they could talk about this, but this was something that, for his part, he could actually talk about.

[peterscadoc]

nora-bernstein‌:

Date: Tuesday, October 6th, 2020 Time: 5:36 pm Location: Damien and Peter’s apartment

@peterscadoc​

The nymph had been practically living at the Cadoc’s place for almost two weeks now. Sure, she’d gone a couple of days to be with Avery too, but she’d come back recently. She had just gone to pick some stuff at her dad’s house a couple of days ago, she had even met Mira there… but Nora couldn’t bring herself to go back for good just yet. It still hurt too much to be home and know her dad wasn’t ever going walk through the door. She was fortunate to have the friends she had, who understood what she was going through and who opened the doors of their home for her.

Nora had showered and gotten dressed and as she walked out of Damien’s room, she spotted her friend. “Hey you” she said as she tentatively made her way towards him. She could tell that Peter had been going through some stuff and now she felt like a horrible friend for being so wrapped up in her own grief process to notice he might need someone in his corner now. “So, I was thinking of making some hot chocolate. Or maybe going out to get something sweet. I’m kind of having a sugar craving”. A little smile crossed her lips “And I was also thinking you absolutely have to join me. You can’t say no”.

Peter looked over at Nora with a small smile. He wasn’t sure what exactly was happening between her and his brother, but whatever it was, he was glad for it. It was nice having her around. She had one of those presences that was comforting just by being there. 

Besides, he was happy to be able to be there for her with everything she was going through. “Wanna go out? You know, uh... I’m trying this new thing of... Well... Trying. So wanna go to TriBeCa? you and I haven’t been there in a while and we can get some hot chocolate and... I dunno, I don’t wanna go alone and you’re one of the only people I can picture going with and not feeling like shit.”