Piotr Nikolievitch Rasputin (![]() ![]() @ 2016-01-26 15:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | max fielding, piotr rasputin |
More calm perfection (Max)
Piotr was finding it hard to enjoy all the beauty. His gut told him, paired with experience, that a place this lovely had to be highly dangerous. It had to be. The sun shone down on him, warming his skin and washing away the cold of the snow, as well as the nostalgic feeling he'd had while he'd been on the last planet. He felt less calm and less willing to be accepting of what was going on.
Which could also be due to everything being so seemingly perfect.
He wanted to find Rob as soon as possible. He'd been enjoying the direction of their last talk. Not so much the subject matter, but the actions that had taken place while they'd been discussing the difficult things. There was hope that they could progress even further. Piotr was certain that he wasn't just being foolish.
The Russian headed toward a lake he could see, hoping that it would take him out of the thick forest.