#peterkelson

[thxgrxmrexpxr]

“ is that your blood? ”

"No."

He glances at the wall behind him, where an abstract looking smattering of red paints the once pristine wallpaper. It's not enough to be truly grim, but noticeable all the same. He's not sure in the poor son of bitch he'd shot survived that, but he certainly ran like he'd changed his mind about a fight to the death.

The Grim Reaper scoffs, then turns and makes a sound like he's trying to crack his back or shoulder back into place. "Don't suppose you found a body somewhere out in the hallways did you? That'd solve a lotta problems right away for me."

[reedytoxin]

don't beat yourself up.

Peter had been kind enough to let her—a high-profile fugitive—stay with him. She had her suspicions about why he had allowed it, and why he hadn’t immediately called the police when he found her tucked under his desk, munching on some kind of granola bar she had found among his documents. It was the same reason she had gone to him instead of Charles.

Jan could still hear her mother’s voice in the back of her head, telling her how she would never find a good husband if she didn’t learn how to cook properly, how to keep a home. Those things had never mattered to her—or so she told herself. And yet, here she was, making breakfast. Taking care of his meals, cleaning up around the place felt like the only way she knew how to repay him for aiding and abetting a murderer.

“I tried making an omelet, but I messed it up,” she said, a little sheepishly, as she set a plate down in front of Peter. “So, scrambled eggs it is.” She rolled her eyes at his “Don't beat yourself up.” and then sat across from him, picking up her fork and digging into her own food. “What’s on your schedule today?”

[reedytoxin]

i have seen the worst that humanity has to offer... and yet i'm still standing.

“Mr. Kelson,” Jan greeted, her voice carrying through the phone. She took a certain pride in the fact that security insisted she be kept behind the glass while seeing visitors. It meant they understood exactly what she was capable of. Yet, this man didn’t seem concerned about it. “I’m surprised you requested to see someone like me? Aren’t you worried I might talk you into doing something against your will?”

She leaned forward, palm flattening against the counter, studying his reaction. “I have seen the worst that humanity has to offer… and yet I'm still standing.” She let out a dry chuckle at his response, eyes devoid of emotion. Her head tilted, curiosity sharpening her smile. “So. What’s this visit about? Am I interesting enough to earn a footnote in one of your books… or are you thinking bigger, a whole chapter, maybe?”

[viswiltedpetals]

@peterkelson asked : "Who did this?"

Violet sighed, books littering the floor. She'd gone to the library, now she was standing in the non fiction section with books all around her. "It wasn't me." She huffed bending down. She'd been recently experience the start of what she guessed was mediumship powers. Just like Billie Dean had described to her years ago.

Drops of blood dripped into a book she reached for. "Shit." She mumbled, reaching up and touching her lip. A book must have caught it. She barely felt it but there was a slight sting. Violet frowned. "I can clean this up. Don't worry about it."

[shxyme]

peterkelson asked: " have you told anyone else about this? "

" well...not exactly. i mean, my parents know. my father is also a shifter, but there are less female shifters. slowly, over the years, the numbers have dropped for some reason. " she shouldn't have told him. he probably thinks she's insane or something. he's just being kind so she wont react badly, she's sure. but she hasn't told anyone. not childhood friends. not her friends here in the city. and especially the witches that fill her mothers side of the family. none of them would be particularly happy about it. witches had long used shifters are familiars of sorts. and marrying one was frowned upon. god, she hadn't even mentioned the witch stuff to him. but the look on his face said that perhaps today wasn't the day to add that in.