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"No. I did not throw shit in your car. I threw paper in your car,” he corrected in his usual sarcastic smartass way as he shoved off the hood of the Jaguar and started to pace. His movements were in that familiar, graceful fashion of the Roma danseur he was at times, but also mixed with the earthly tread of the wolf within.

"Look, if I apologize for throwing paper into your car, can we go?" he asked, standing in front of his friend and grabbing Roman’s shoulders, staring him into the eyes of the upir … an despite being that vibrant shade of green, they held so much darkness that they seemed to shine.

He spoke slowly.

"I am sorry I used your car as a trash can. Can we please go now?”

(ooc: I don’t know why, but I woke up with a hint of Roman muse nostalgia. No, I’m not going to write him again - at least not now - just posting this short bit to get it out

-Peter and Roman arrive in Mystic Falls on a road trip)

Peter: “Meh, don’t have to stay if you don’t want to. Richmond isn’t that far from here, after all, if you’d rather not linger in a town that looks like an uncanny copy of the one we just left. I mean, it’s your call. Unless you wanna ‘fall’ for some ‘mystic virgins’.”

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Roman chocked a laugh. “I think I took a Mystic Virgin Freshman year. Her name was Virginia, too, I think.” He chuckled. “Fuck if I can remember.  ‘Course she was about as bland as this fucking town, too. Wanted a relationship and shit. Fuck’n women.”

Nervousness, agitated Roman’s fingers, though, despite the casual conversation. Peter might not have realized it, but now that he was full Upir, he could sense it too.. far stronger than before. Perhaps that was what was making him so fidgety, darkness, that’s why the town seemed so familiar, he could feel it tingling, and pulling in his veins… and it scared the shit out of him.

Not much scared him anymore, but losing himself did - and the dark whispers, and voices were everywhere. Wanting it to stop, to quiet his nerves, he drew a long pull on his smoke, letting it billow out his nose. He needed something harder, but the shit was in the car - besides it really didn’t work that well now, not nearly as much as it did - but that was the last thing he wanted Peter to know. Peter was scared enough of him already as it was, and he needed him there.

 ”You feel it, don’t you? That’s why we’re here, isn’t it? Jesus, what if there is some shit going down here? What if we can do something?”

He (Peter) tossed the wad of trash back into the car and slid off the hood with a grunt, flailing his arms in the air. "And what if we are exactly what this thing needs to finish whatever the fuck bad shit that it’s trying to do, huh? What then? We become pawns in this game, then what?"

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Roman looked over his shoulder to the open roof of the jaguar. “Did you just throw shit in my car?”

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I love you guys, seriously--thank you for flooding my inbox, but I won't be returning to my Peter RP account until after watching Season 2. Thank you, though.

In the meantime, feel free to RP with my OC Hemlock characters here and here.

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OOC: Semi-Hiatus

Seeing as how one of my muses has been overpowering my creativity (in a most exciting and positive way), I will be taking a semi-hiatus from RP on this account.

I will still be around to reply to questions and continue Hemlock Grove discussions, but expect activity on this account to be slow for several days.

Thank you for reading!

--Kev

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Peter & Roman (1x03)

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Peter caught the way that Roman's eyes flicked to his pocket, and cocked his brow with a 'really?' expression, followed by a look that very sternly said 'no'.

I’m not reading your fucking thoughts, man. Alright?

"Oh, so now you decide to be gallant and shit," he muttered with a bit of the old Peter attitude. "Well, I appreciate the trust." Finally ... unlike before, when the upir had been listening in all willy-nilly to Peter's thoughts without warning, like in the tailor shop, and just a few hours before at the bed and breakfast. He almost asked what had changed Roman's mind, but he got his answer.

You’re my best friend. I can see you, okay? That fucking look. I don’t have to read your mind to see that. I’m sorry. I just… I didn’t expect you, or anyone to be happy about that. Thank you.

He paused a moment, just staring at his friend ... then inhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders with a casual double-tilt of his head. "Well ... okay then ..." And that was all he said on the subject. Time to drop it.

I didn’t mean to insult you, if that’s like a tradition or some shit. You can hit me whenever you like.

A small smirk danced upon his lips as he replied with a playful tease, "Thanks for the open invitation." True, he knew what Roman meant by it--but it had always been a habit of Peter's to break something serious with a touch of humor.

But then he froze, face paling slightly as sensitive ears picked up on a distant scream ... a loud ... louder ... LOUDER ... scream ...

"Shh," he hushed suddenly, lifting his hand to Roman for him to wait, to hold his thought; the scream was coming from outside, wouldn't be heard over the music inside the main ballroom, but to Peter?

"MIL TRUJ!" he cried out, face twisting in agony as he covered his ears, doubling over.

Fucking ... banshee.

Shit. Lydia.

When the sound subsided, he took several deep breaths and turned his head toward the direction the scream had originated. That feeling, it ran deeper now, he couldn't shake it ... that ominous, bad ... bad ... feeling ...

"It's starting."

Observations || Peter and Roman

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Nicolae always told him that he had been born with an unusually receptive Swadhisthana chakra and that underneath the surfaces of things, the illusion of the illusion, there is a secret, sacred frequency of the universe and that the Swadhisthana was the channel through which it would sing to you. And the Swadhisthana being located of course just behind the balls, he should always trust his balls.

Hemlock Grove, page 4, Something Happened

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I fucking love you back; you know that, right?