( before ALASTAIR, Peter wouldn't have believed that a building could have ill intent, because it was you know, a building. magic wasn't a part of his perspective, and while there's still a stubborn part of him that can't quite let go of the possibility that even "magic" had some kind of scientific explanation...
he has at least stopped looking for them continually when confronted with things he can't explain.
there's no explanation for why there is magical mistletoe in the middle of July pinning them to the floor right now, yet there is an explanation for why Maya is suddenly turning red and squeaking in a way he's never heard before. it's funny to think in all the time they've known each other he's never managed to fluster her so badly, when Peter can admit to himself that his affection for her these days already runs a little too deep, romance or no.
for as dense as he can pretend to be, and as far as romantic inclinations go, it tends to be very dense — he doesn't find himself uncertain at the moment. well, maybe a little, wondering what it might be like to kiss her, and what might happen if he does. if it will change everything, and the chance of that change being horrible. considering how relationships work out for him, statistically, it's safe to be a little uncertain. he's not uncertain enough to doubt that he'd like to kiss her, though. )
I want to, ( he decides, sounding oddly certain about it as he lifts a hand to gingerly touch the heated red of her cheek. as if he has to experience the burn of her blush to prove to himself it's real — or maybe he just is oddly proud of the fact he caused it. ) If you want to.
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Date: 2017-11-07 05:23 am (UTC)he has at least stopped looking for them continually when confronted with things he can't explain.
there's no explanation for why there is magical mistletoe in the middle of July pinning them to the floor right now, yet there is an explanation for why Maya is suddenly turning red and squeaking in a way he's never heard before. it's funny to think in all the time they've known each other he's never managed to fluster her so badly, when Peter can admit to himself that his affection for her these days already runs a little too deep, romance or no.
for as dense as he can pretend to be, and as far as romantic inclinations go, it tends to be very dense — he doesn't find himself uncertain at the moment. well, maybe a little, wondering what it might be like to kiss her, and what might happen if he does. if it will change everything, and the chance of that change being horrible. considering how relationships work out for him, statistically, it's safe to be a little uncertain. he's not uncertain enough to doubt that he'd like to kiss her, though. )
I want to, ( he decides, sounding oddly certain about it as he lifts a hand to gingerly touch the heated red of her cheek. as if he has to experience the burn of her blush to prove to himself it's real — or maybe he just is oddly proud of the fact he caused it. ) If you want to.