“Oh, I’m no liar,” Peter said, smirking the tiniest bit. He’d spent too many years lying to himself, trying to convince himself that everyone else had been right, pretending that the truth was the lie. He refused to continue living like that anymore. “People see what they want to see, that’s all.”
When she disappeared into the shadows, and Peter tensed further, bringing the shotgun up to his shoulder properly. But still he didn't fire. He meant to, and would have, but even as he was starting to squeeze the trigger, there was a strange light where Maleficent had been not a moment ago. It was fascinating, eerie, and he knew in a second that he was absolutely fucked, but he couldn't pull his eyes off the light...