"I didn't realise you were such a tease."

( Peter was at a loss for words )

"This is the last time"

He slouched in the chair, his fingers drumming idly on his legs. Around him the place was bustling with activity. They hardly gave the teenage boy in the Metallica T-shirt a second glance. Usually Peter hated being ignored, but in this particular situation he was fine with it. He checked his watch and noticed he'd been sitting here for well over two hours. Sighing, he picked up his finger drum solo where it left off.

( One of the cops finally remembered him )

The two sat together in box seats, situated for a perfect view of the stage spread out below them. Better still, they were the only ones in the box which allowed them to hold hands without causing a scandal. Refraining from public displays of affection was clearly difficult for them both but where they were and what they experienced compensated for that. Currently they were in an opera house listening to Idomeneo.

( It would have been fantastic enough to hear it in an ordinary opera houses )

Peter stared blankly up at the ceiling. The house was quiet except for the air conditioner humming softly. He turned and saw that it was one o’clock in the morning. His eyes turned in the other direction, out into the hallway that separated him from Gabriel’s room. Peter wanted to respect the man’s space but the longer he stared at that hallway the more he started to ache for Gabriel’s company. Sighing, he gave up any hope for sleep and pushed the sheets off his body.

( Quietly he padded down the hallway )

"To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable." - C.S. Lewis

( What's left )

Hm. I wonder if anyone ever celebrates something like this? Seems like a bit deal, to have lived here for two whole years. Not that all of it was good but... it got me to where I am now.

So it wasn't all bad.

http://community.livejournal.com/paradisa/8903792.html

[Peter has been in awe of his daughter since she arrived, carrying her around when she lets him. He has her right now, which would explain the little inky fingerprints all over the journal. since his hands are full, he dictates]

I never expected to love someone so much, but Mary's just.. She's mine. Mine and Adam's.

[a soft little girl voice is whining 'daddeeeee'] Okay, sweetie, I'll let you down.

http://community.livejournal.com/paradisa/8845951.html

( Nathan )

( Gabriel )

Coming up on two years in this place. Three weeks to go.

http://community.livejournal.com/paradisa/8748279.html

[writing! hello writing, he's missed you. subtle way of saying, hey, not blind anymore!]

Still raining, I see.

And I actually can see it now.

http://community.livejournal.com/paradisa/8702251.html

[noises of Peter waking up, and a confused pause] Why's it so dark in here? What time is it?

[a lengthy pause. hello, panic attack] Oh. God. What... what the hell is going on?

( Sylar )

http://community.livejournal.com/paradisa/8644333.html

[Peter has left the safety of Team Slumber Party to go out and help people. This is obviously not a smart thing to do]

Hello..? Does anyone need help out here?

[rustling in the nearby trees, and a deafening roar of a hungry Carnotaurus]

Oh, SHIT. [turns and makes a run for it. The Carnotaurus pursues! Crashing and roaring noises]

http://community.livejournal.com/paradisa/8570401.html