Peter had pretty much convinced himself that he had a hold of his life again. Though things at work weren’t perfect considering they hadn’t found the source of the monster dust distribution, it felt like things were finally getting there with the right leads. He hadn’t had to deal with Jae getting in his way in, well, a long time— he almost didn’t have to think about it. Dia and Daphne were by his side to fill his days as always. Plus, the growing moments of contentment he found in chatting with Sila had made him start to feel… normal. Less anxious? He wondered briefly if this was just how most people moved through the world.
In any case, with more calm than stress on his shoulders these days, Peter felt like he had things under control. Which was probably why when he saw Charlie amid the other residents, August wind blowing gently through her hair, he felt the confidence and control to utter more than two words to her without feeling the loss of their heartbreak all over again. And perhaps, seeing her smile and being reminded that Charlie had seemingly never lost her control and poise in life after him, he purposely ignored the tiny thrum inside his chest that felt more than just ease. He coughed once, dispelling the thought away. “Charlie,” Peter starts, all composure, soft expression on his face. “Are you having fun?”
as part of the getting-worse-before-it-gets-better portion of aziraphale and crowley's season 3 relationship arc we NEED a desperate "i love you" from aziraphale met with a hissed, spiteful, and quickly regretted "i forgive you" from crowley
Fright Knight sighs, running a clawed hand through his hair in an attempt to stop the flames from flickering into being. It had been far too long since he had taken a human-ish form. His human-ish form. Ugh. He didn’t exactly care for his human form after so long as a ghost, but needs must he supposed.
Especially with the whole, we’re going to punch a backdoor into the literal daycare part of the Infinite Realms and be surprised when literal toddlers go exploring.
Well, at least it got him off of guard duty for a bit, which was relieving. Not that he didn’t love the darkness, but it got boring in the shadow of his sword for literal centuries with nothing else happening. He was a warrior for Realm’s sake! Borderline an Ancient in both power and age! He wasn’t meant to stay so still for so long.
So while ghostling wrangling wasn’t exactly in his area of expertise, he could definitely gather them back up to the Realms. And deal with the curs who had decided to attack literal babies.
The Daycare area was already understaffed due to just how large it was, and the one in charge of this section had practically sobbed to the Council (In another world they would have been put on hold for a century in line for their concerns, and then more once a Sarcophagus was opened, but they had told the other ghosts in distress, causing others to let them go up in said line) how they were almost certain they had felt at least one core form Outside the realms thanks to the breach.
Which had understandably put everyone at an uproar.
So here he was slipping between shadows to do reconnaissance and take stock of if any Ghostlings had left the city. And gently scruffing those he comes across in exasperation because what are you doing, ghostling? Look at the mess, what would your caretaker say?