Angela Petrelli (mamapetrelli) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-07-02 17:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | angela petrelli |
Who: Angela Petrelli
What: Checking in on her youngest
Where: Hyperion Hotel; Peter's room
When: Afternoon
Rating: G
Status: Narrative
No one else was in the room. Peter had been left to rest. This was the opportunity that Angela had been hoping for. Slipping across the hall, she ducked into her youngest's room, closing the door behind her as she did. A soft frown slipped across her face as she looked at Peter. He was pale, his skin still holding a slight ashen tinge to it that stood out quite vividly against the darkness of his hair. If she couldn't see the slight rise and fall of his chest, she would have been afraid that he was dead. Slipping over to the side of the bed, Angela was careful not to disturb Kat in her position tucked up next to Peter's neck as she tucked the blankets in around Peter and settled down on the edge of the bed next to him. No matter how old Peter might have gotten, in Angela's mind, he was still her baby boy, and seeing him like this was breaking her heart. Despite what some people might think, Angela did still have one.
Reaching out, she trailed her fingers through his hair, her power blossoming on the tips of her fingers as she hummed lightly, a wordless melody that she had sung to both her boys when they were sick when they were younger. Peter might not have been sick in the strictest sense of the word, but he certainly wasn't at his best at the moment. The calm and comfort slipped from her fingers as they caressed his hair, brushing it back off of his face despite the fact that it seemed to fall stubbornly forward each time that she tried. Oh, well. She already knew that there really was no point in suggesting that he get it cut. Not that she would bother to at this point. As much as she saw a little boy, she knew all too well that he was a grown man now. And Mommy's word didn't really count for much of anything anymore, anyway.
"Love you," Angela whispered as she leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Please, don't get yourself killed."