Doctor Emma Coolidge (sheseessounds) wrote in safezonethreads, @ 2010-03-23 19:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, emma coolidge, peter petrelli |
WHO: Emma Coolidge and Peter Petrelli
WHAT: Peter returns to the Safe Zone.
WHEN: Early evening
WHERE: Their apartment
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress
Nathan was back. It was supposed to be a happy time. A joyous celebration of the return of a life that had been snuffed out far too early. A chance for everyone who was aware of his demise to breathe a quiet sigh of relief and look toward the future with the hope that the dark parts of the past were finally behind them all. It was all of that, too, for some of those involved.
For Emma, however, who had only admittedly been involved on the cusp of the situation, it wasn't.
She was happy, of course. For Nathan. For his children. For those who loved and cared for him. However, she was also worried. Frightened in a way that she wasn't willing to admit, not even to herself. It was a sort of fear that stayed with her, a concern that she couldn't shake no matter how hard she tried.
It was Peter. Or, rather, his significant lack of a return. Since learning of Nathan's death, he hadn't been in contact once. Not a text to her, not a letter, not even a generic post on the message boards. Claire hadn't heard from him either, which meant that he really wasn't in communication with anyone. And while Molly Walker consistently insisted that Peter was very much alive, Emma was still worried.
She was also a little hurt and a touch angry, if she was being completely honest. After all, while she certainly understood Peter's need to leave, what she didn't understand was why he felt he couldn't at least contact her once to tell her that he was alive and well. However she refused to give into the anger or even the pain. Just as she refused to acknowledge the worry. She simply continued on with her life. She worked at the clinic, she spent time with Sylar, Noah, and Luke.
She also played her cello.
She was getting fairly good at following the lights by now. She was also at her happiest, and most relaxed, when doing so. A chance for her to clear her mind and simply let her ability flow through her. No reservations, no hesitations, just her, the lights that only she (and now Sylar, apparently) could see, and the music that was born as a result of it all. Rarely did the outside world interfere when she was playing... except for now.
Currently, she was sitting in her apartment with her cello. She was following the lights and she was doing her best to clear her mind. She wasn't having much luck though. All she could seem to focus on was her thoughts of Peter and how she wished he would come back. She could practically see him stepping through the door, a sheepish expression on his face and a promise not to leave again on his lips. She smiled, faintly, at the mental image and continued to play her music while still thinking about the man she loved and how she desperately wanted to see him again.