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Martin knocked on the door to Peter's office.

"Peter?"

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There was a beat of silence before the older man's eyes came into view and settled on the door. He had hardly noticed himself drift away from the real world, but that happed rather often. He did his best to put on a warm smile to greet the man leaning slightly into the doorway.

"Ah, Martin. What can I do for you?"

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Lonely Gathering - Peter & Martin {Foqhearted}

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The morning had already been a bit long for Peter by the time he was waiting outside Moorland House for Martin to arrive. Finding out just exactly who was inviting Martin into their fold was proving to be tricky, but with carefully placed questions and memos he had established the branch of family members who must had been involved. Nathaniel was his likely suspect with his need to interfere in things, but why remained a pressing and annoying question. His efforts in finding out had already taken a bit of toll on his patience. In an effort to gain that back, he was soaking in the Lonely nature permeating the very Earth of his family estate.

For as long as Peter could remember (and likely far longer than that) the grounds of Moorland House had been so saturated with the devotion of the family that it bordered on a domain of its own. Residing in the house or on the grounds for long periods could lead a normal person to their Lonely ruin, but for an Avatar like himself and the other members of the family it was more like an impossibly parge bed. Soft, comfortable and refreshing.

As the sound of a car down the paved road hummed through the still air, he allowed his form to appear in the 'real' world. It stopped some feet from him and he made no move to approach. He was sure Martin would spot him and there was no need to repeat his steps. He hated repeating himself in any context. Whatever happened this evening certainly wouldn't be a repeat. This had never happen before, after all.