Peter King (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} of_delain) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} valarlogs, |
Her smile was beautiful. Peter found himself rendered a little speechless from it for a moment. When he found his voice again, he felt a little foolish, but spoke anyway. "I'm not sure if I like my dreams or not," he said, "Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't. I'd like some of the things in them to be real, though." Peter glanced at the clock. It was nearing midnight and, for some reason, he was feeling a bit nervous. Nervous because he knew just who it was he wanted his lips on at the stroke of New Year's Even, but he wasn't sure it would appreciated. Nonetheless, he stuck close.