Mia Rinaldi (thetisrising) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2019-08-25 17:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, *lena, *natasha, mia rinaldi, peter pevensie |
Log: Peter Pevensie and Mia Rinaldi
Mia Rinaldi had a terrible weakness for nice guys. The charming bad boys weren't her type - she adored Adrian, both as Jill's dear friend and her own savior, but she wasn't attracted to him (no more than any woman might appreciate a gorgeous guy). Besides, she'd seen that happy ending, and she was still rooting for him and Sydney, oblivious as they still insisted on being. Perhaps it was something about opposites attracting, although Mia hoped she'd grown up from the insecure, spiteful girl she'd been at St. Vlad's. The guys who piqued her attention always seemed to want something different. Mia wasn't anyone's 'long term.' She was their 'waiting for someone better or older or more royal' and good fun in the meantime. Historically, at least some of that had been her own fault. She'd torpedoed her share of relationships, but it was a pattern nevertheless. Except with Peter Pevensie. When Peter invited her for a walk, he was actually talking about a walk - one that might end up at Stone or down by the beach or on the couch in front of a movie (it was kind of adorable watching him catch him up on seventy years of pop culture), but still an actual walk. He was handsome and kind and took his work seriously, but he could still joke with his family - and Mia was in so much trouble. It wasn't just that Peter wasn't a Moroi - or even a dhampir. Mia didn't have a royal family to scandalize like Adrian did, and it had worked out for him and Sydney eventually. Peter didn't seem bothered by their different species or the fact that she'd been a soulless monster attacking his friends only months ago. However, she couldn't help the nagging feeling that he was going to find someone else eventually - either that or return to his homeworld at the war's end. In the meantime, however, Mia was going to enjoy it. Twilight was a good time for a walk on the beach with the sun low enough not to burn her skin and the stars coming out. "Back home, I would just be waking up now," she said, lacing her fingers through Peter's and glancing up at his face. Peter hadn’t known Mia for long, but he enjoyed spending time with her. He admired her strength and her willingness to fight for others. He knew she had been through a lot, especially here in Atlantis with the way she had arrived here and Peter was nothing if not chivalrous. He didn’t mind taking things slow at all, but he would be lying if he claimed to be less than fond of the woman he was now walking with. “It must feel strange to be on a different schedule here,” Peter said. It was easy to forget Mia was a vampire. She certainly didn’t look like one, but he’d known Lissa and the others long enough by now to know that the vampires in their world were different from any he’d ever read about. It was still easy to forget when they looked and acted so human. "It is strange," said Mia. Maybe she shouldn't have pushed that line to begin with, but it was gratifying to have it so easily accepted. "I'm glad I'm here, though. I'm doing something. The really strange thing is thinking about my world just going on as usual without me." She grinned a little. "I can't decide if I'm insulted not to matter or proud of getting away with it." “Perhaps a mixture of both,” he suggested. Peter privately thought he would prefer the conundrum to knowing he was gone forever at home, at least from Earth. There was consolation in knowing that he would shortly find himself in Aslan’s Country, should he ever return home, but Susan would not be there. Atlantis, even had war, had given him the gift of being with his siblings, Susan included. “I went back once,” he admitted, “only to find myself back here. I didn't remember Atlantis at all until I picked up one of those coins again. It was a bizarre feeling.” "Maybe," Mia agreed. Something about his seriousness infected her. "I'm doing something here. That's what matters." At his admission, she bit her lip thoughtfully. "I can see how it would be strange." There was a temptation to ask - since he'd opened the door - what had made him decide to leave before. Mia didn't judge him for it. She'd certainly considered going home and more than once since Adrian restored her. The thought did unsettle her, however. Peter seemed very much a part of Atlantis to her. It was difficult to imagine the city without him. "It sounds like someone thought you were needed more here," she finally said, half teasing, half serious. “Perhaps you’re right.” Peter smiled at the thought, at the realization had he not come back, there was a lot he would have missed out on. His experiences in Atlantis had certainly been interesting, but at the moment one of the things he was most grateful for was the chance to have meet Mia. Leaving the first time had been so long ago that he could not rightly recall why he’d done it, so it seemed it would be foolish to dwell on any regrets for the decision, but he was certainly glad he’d been able to return. “Do you think you’ll return once this war is over?” he asked her, uncertain of his own answer. It wasn’t something he and his siblings had discussed, although he thought he might stay if they did. He suspected Ed would not leave willingly, not with the family of his own he had started here. It was a good question. "I don't know," said Mia. "We've got work to do there and that Lissa needs support. But we're still there, too. It's not like anyone would miss me." Here, as at home, her friends were all very much settled. Rose had a family. Lissa was engaged. Jill was adorably entwined with her Henry, whatever they were calling that. With the exception of the first, those were not things they could have at the Royal Court. Mia suspected they would stay. For herself, Mia had made friends she would not have outside Atlantis - Peter chief among them - but she did think of her father back in Pennsylvania. It might be nice to see what Atlantis was like when it wasn't at war. "I know I'm not going anywhere before then." |