At his mother's voice, Peter turned, his gaze locking on her. There was a strange look in his eyes, like he was feverish or drugged. "Mum," he breathed out. He padded over to her on bare feet, took her hands and drew her into the room, watching the warm glow of colour tinting her skin with blues and pinks and purples.
"Mum, can you feel it?" he asked. "God it's fucking amazing." Peter's whole body was practically vibrating with barely contained sensation. Magic was the best sort of high and he honestly hoped that he'd never come down again. He wondered how he might recreate the feeling for someone else, tap them in so they could feel it the way he was. He wanted to share it with her. He stood close to her, fingers clutching at her sleeves. "I could do anything now," he said, watching her with shining eyes.