Peter (kingofdelain) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-03-13 09:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | alecto carrow, peter king |
Who: Alecto and Peter
What: Talking and drinking
When: Backdated to the 12th, wee hours before dawn
Where: A guest house at Peter's family estate
Rating: TBD
Never had Peter thought he'd end up like those whackos on the net, bragging about their latest name dropping adventure in another world. It wasn't that the posts were lame, but one could only care so much about names of people who were in someone else's dreams. In knowing this, Peter didn't talk about his dreams on the net.
But he did come home to make sure his father was still alive after his last set of dreams that were really nightmares. Roland King was fast asleep in bed, his fat stomach rising and falling under the covers, his mouth wide open in loud snores. Peter wondered what sort of dreams the otherworldly king was having. Nothing like Peter was having, he reckoned. Thomas was showing no signs of them either. Why only him? Was it power of suggestion?
Peter went to his father's wine cellar and grabbed one of the better bottles to drink from. He didn't forego a shower when he went to the guest house on the large property, but it was quicker than he'd intended as he now had company coming over. Company that could do magic. Peter didn't know if that was wise or not, but Alecto had never given him reason to second guess her and Peter was good at reading people. In the shower, the dreams kept pushing at him, like old memories he couldn't shake.
After his shower, he dressed in a pair of lounge pants and a t-shirt. The guest house itself was its own address on the street the estate was on. It was just to the East of the main house, set off to the side like an architectural afterthought. Peter watched a camera monitor until he saw her pull up to the gate. He pressed a button to open the gate and let her in, then opened the door to the guest house.