sheee_it (sheee_it) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-05-10 09:13:00 |
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The dreams had left Peter wondering something. If he was honest with himself, he wondered a lot of things. He didn’t know how much stuff that happened in the dreams would cross over. There was also the matter of Christina and the Godfrey family. He was trying not to think about it, but it was difficult when he couldn’t stop being pulled back in. Roman wasn’t like anyone he’d ever met. He was kind of an asshole, but there was a part of him that Peter found himself drawn to.
But the thing that led him to the place where he was now was the werewolf thing. It was a full moon, which was when people changed, wasn’t it? There was a bowl with his rings and necklaces inside of it and his shirt was already on the ground. It was just a matter of getting the rest of his clothing off. Much like the dreams, nervous energy was coursing through him. The pain, he thought, must have been what it was. He knew how it would feel, but he didn’t even know if he was a werewolf. He didn’t have heightened senses as a human, so how the fuck was he supposed to know? It was a bitch.
His eyes were caught on the moon in the sky. He could only hope this wasn’t going to be the worst idea he’d ever had.
Esmeralda was distracted. She did her best not to let the dreams get to her, especially given the fact that this was her third set. Yet sometimes? Sometimes they still managed to have a strong impact and have the entirety of her day thrown. Today was one such day, what with the fact that in her latest dream she had once again woken up to Frollo trying to force himself on her, to a riot outside of Notre Dame and running into Gringoire and a stranger in her attempt to escape, only to see Clopin die in said riots and hear them shouting for her death. It was just way too much and so escaping into the night following her last dance had been the best plan.
Once outside, Esmeralda felt like she could breathe as she wasn’t putting on a performance and so had taken to walking the now quieted streets. No sounds of people shouting for her death, no having to look at Clopin and see him die. Turning a corner in her walk though, Esmeralda came to a halt as she noticed….
“Peter?” And he was…. “Why are you taking off your clothes….?” Somewhere in the back of her mind she felt it might have to do with what he had told her about being a werewolf, it wasn’t like she was paying attention to the moon cycle, however she was a bit distracted at the moment to put those pieces together.
Peter had considered himself to be a little ways away from people, but the moment that he heard Esmeralda’s voice, he stilled. He wasn’t uncomfortable being naked in front of people, but then he wasn’t sure that it would be a good thing to be naked around Esmeralda. Hopefully Clopin wasn’t around somewhere. “Uh,” he said intelligently. “Hey.” Yes. All of this was very helpful.
“I had to try something,” he said after a moment. “Which involves me not having my clothes on.” Which sounded sketchy. “I have to see if it works. If I’m…” He gestured vaguely, like that would explain anything. “To see if I’m a werewolf,” he said after a long pause. “So here I am. Outside. On the full moon. Trying to ignore the nauseated feeling and my apparent inability to stay still.”
It probably was a good thing that Clopin wasn’t there, he could be quite quick to react. For all of his seeming to slink in the shadows, smile with a glint in his eyes that you knew he was always watching…. This wasn’t something that could be easily explained. Clopin knew that there were things that couldn’t be explained, however that didn’t mean he’d just let this go. Though Esmeralda could handle him. Usually.
So instead, she just waited until Peter actually said what he was up to, quirking a brow until he finally said it. Which… did make sense once put into words and Esmeralda wasn’t lost in her own thoughts thanks to the dreams.
“Got it. Should I go, or….?” Because really, if he wanted to be alone she could give him that. Or if he wanted support, she could stay. It wasn’t like she had anywhere to be at the moment. It was just… not something she had expected to walk in on.
This was a different thing from the situation in the dreams with Roman. He’d asked to see. Esmeralda offered to leave. He stood there, awkwardly, holding his pants up and looking at her. “You don’t have to stay, but you don’t have to leave either. Unless my being naked is going to make things awkward.” He studied her for a moment, not really sure how he felt about someone seeing him transform here, but if he trusted anyone, he trusted Esmeralda. Clearly since he’d told her about it before.
“It wouldn’t be the first time that I let someone watch, but it’s not exactly uh...it’s not going to be pretty.” In fact, it was kind of gross. “My eyes are going to come out and then my skin’s going to…” He frowned. “The wolf is going to come through my skin and then I’m going to eat whatever’s left. If I manage to make this work. Just so you aren’t surprised.”
Esmeralda shrugged at the comment on if him being naked was going to make things awkward. It was a bit startling, but beyond that it wasn’t awkward for her as she was able to focus elsewhere. So on that front, it really wasn’t that big a deal. So that was the question, did she want to leave? If she did, she would just go back to wandering because she wasn’t in a place at the moment where being inside was good for her. Gypsies don’t do well within stone walls.
The description that Peter gave was certainly vivid and gave her pause. She remembered him talking about how much it had hurt to wake up from, so to go through it here? It made her worry but also gave her a sort of resolve to be there for him through this. Even if it was normal for his dreams that didn’t mean it would be normal to go through it for the first time, and if he needed help after should it work...
“I think I can handle it. I can watch your things so no one tries to take them.”
There was a nod when she said she’d stay and watch his things. That being said, he took off the rest of his clothes and stood there for a moment, feeling anxious. This was going to hurt if it worked. He remembered it from the dreams, the way he’d felt when he woke up. Only this was going to be real. This wasn’t just dreaming about it. It was really and truly living it.
Right. Well, it was now or never.
He took in a deep breath before spitting into his hands and using it to slick his hair back. Was it gross? Probably. Did he care? Not at the moment. He had to prepare for this. “You’re safe. Nothing happened to Lynda or Roman.”
His focus turned more toward trying to turn. It didn’t take a moment before he felt a shift. There was a pressure behind his eyes. He let out a cry and bent over. This was happening. He didn’t really want to keep going, but his bones were already starting to crack all over his body and his eyes had already come out. The wolf was slowly clawing its way out of his human body. He thought he’d experienced pain before, but that was nothing, comparatively speaking. This was the worst idea he’d probably ever had, but there was no turning back.
Esmeralda made no sign of judgement when he spit into his hands to slick back his hair. It wasn’t like she had any idea on what to expect. Yes, Peter had given her the oh so vivid description, but that was just words for her at the moment. Then he was saying that she was going to be safe and nothing had happened to Lynda or Roman. At least, she assumed he was talking to her and not himself given the reference to the two.
“I know, I trust you.”
Which… okay, so it wasn’t like Esmeralda was up on her werewolf lore and who knew if there would be complications or….something else when Peter turned. As it was though, she had no doubt that she would be safe because she trusted him.
And then….
“Dordi dordi…” The comment came out on a breath. Yes, she’d had the same reaction when he said he was a werewolf in the dreams but this…? Subconsciously, she covered her mouth in shock, eyes widened. But then he was crying out in pain.
“Peter!” Stepping forward on instinct since he was clearly in pain, Esmeralda was then hit with the overwhelming reminder that she didn’t know what to do or how to help and that she might get in the way. It left her anxious and she clenched her hands together to keep from doing something rash. Or…. more rash than watching Peter turn into a werewolf.
It definitely wouldn’t have helped for her to get closer. Not that he was worried about her getting hurt. His mom hadn’t shown any uncertainty about being close and nothing had happened to Roman. It just wouldn’t have done anything about the pain or anything he was going through. His skin was torn and coming off and by the time that he was completely turned, a wolf with a dark black fur and yellow eyes was staring up at Esmeralda. He dipped his face down and ate the skin and his eyes off the ground, staring up at her again once he was done.
Esmeralda remained rooted to the spot she was in, uncertain of what to do, and all around worried in general. She wasn’t concerned about her own well being. As she had said, she trusted Peter and so that was the last thing she was thinking about. Admittedly that could probably be considered something that she should worry more about but Esmeralda would be Esmeralda and not think about that or worry about herself in such matters. All she knew was that she really hated it when she didn’t know how to help, even though no one ever knew how to always help.
So instead, she stayed where she was, the only movement being that she lowered herself to her knees to be on a more even setting of sorts, to make herself appear smaller, keeping her gaze on Peter. While she wasn’t sure if Peter’s mind was still in control or the wolf’s, she also didn’t want to appear threatening.
The wolf was undoubtedly in control, but it didn’t attack. Instead, it just stared at her for a long moment before turning and running in the opposite direction. It didn’t get to be in control often, so it was going to take its time and enjoy itself before the night was over.