#bam slam

[kuunsiltas-moved]

Cue saxophone music

[dsnl-peter]

Upon the return [Merida&Peter]

Peter had let his anger, annoyance, betrayal, disappointment whatever it was get the better of him. Waking up the morning after to have he leave him for someone on Wendy's side felt like a slap to the face. Peter very rarely got slapped by anyone that wasn't Wendy. Either this feeling had allowed him to at least get someone work done. With his darker side in main control he did little more that take trips off the island and bustle about the hideout. With Merida, Wendy and Tink gone it felt very much like the old days, the boys by his side being the ones he turned to for opinion.

But the boys could only stand so much of being coped up and weren't sent of on missions of both seriousness and play. He'd had a fairy with him most of the day working on art work for his papers. He simply liked writing more when there were pretty pictures. He had the series laid out on the table writing notes on the sides and rearranging them. His plans for the newest arrival and which of the people he'd been watching he'd try and persuade next. 

He tensed slightly bringing up his head and staring at the wall as he sensed Merida was nearing the hideout. As the started to enter he leaned back over put his check against his fist blocking his face and the table top from her view as if he didn't even know she were there.