#peter's turn

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“Hmm?” Peter hummed softly, hearing Acelin’s soft and timid voice.

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Austin in the background @ Peter: If you insist. *throws a pillow at him* stfu you…

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“So... ‘ow’s the rulin’ gig goin’ for ya?”

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❛❛ My power over you grows stronger yet… ❜❜ the Broadway geek sang, one hand clutching his chest while the other extended to Peter in a rather dramatic pose. (Austin [floralgardenswitches] to Peter >.> <.<)

Peter chuckled as he leaned back in his seat, a drink in his hand as his elbow rested over the back of the chair. With a shake of his head, he grinned a little, “Gods, you’re such a dork.”

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“Oh, so you’re one of them. Tell me, mate, what exactly is your position?” The son of Hermes raised an eyebrow curiously. “Peter Fraire, son of Hermes and healer to the Purefoys. At least, the very few of what’s left of them.”

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Just another day with the child his cousin had bestowed upon him. Not that he minded Selene. She was pretty well behaved for an infant. She had to be about a year or so old by now which made Peter realize he wasn’t exactly sure when the child’s birthday was. He would ask Isabelle but he was afraid that she might not be happy with the question.

Selene was asleep in her crib when he heard knocking. The raven haired demigod got up from his seat to go check who it was. He frowned slightly but decided it was alright if he opened the door to talk to the other. “Sorry, are you lost or something mate?”

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Peter woke to the sound of the Selene crying. It had been a while since she had and he was starting to think that the girl was really Isabelle’s child. They both held in their pain and inner turmoil until they couldn’t anymore. Granted, the babe was only a year or so old now and crying was what babies did but Selene was not an average baby. He groaned as he got up and walked into her room, “There, there, darling. It’s alright.” He sighed as he picked her up and cradled the granddaughter of Hades in his arms. 

There were so many ways that Selene looked like Isabelle, Peter could tell when she grew up that’s who she would look exactly like. He remembered the first time he met her. They had both been sixteen or so. It had been right after Isabelle’s grandparents died. She had not been completely trusting of him but he was nice and he understood what it was like to come from an abusive/neglectful home. He had endured both after all. 

“Y’know, I bet your mum misses you so much...” He murmured as Selene quieted down a little, “She’ll come back for you one day, I know it. She just has to get better first.” He kissed the top of her head and set her back down in the crib. “I know that you and and your uncles are motivation enough for her to at least try, little one. Your mum loves you, I promise.” He murmured as she started to fall back asleep.