Scarlett's brother was getting married, and while she was so happy for him (and loved his fiance) she couldn't help but feel... unsettled by it all. Not because he was making a mistake, but because Scarlett felt like she just might be. When she looked at her life there were things she was proud of and things that fitted - like teaching - but from a distance she could also see the things that didn't fit.

Like her relationship with Renee.

She hadn't said anything of the sort out loud but each day made it more clear that, as girlfriends, Renee and Scarlett didn't fit. How was that even possible? Hadn't they both wanted this for so long and longed for their chance to be together. Finally being able to love each other freely should have been the perfect fit, and yet... it didn't fit. They didn't fit.

Scarlett sat on the grass of the front lawn, watching Ishtar run after the birds that flew up to escape her in the trees. She wished everything felt right.
Scarlett's brother was getting married, and while she was so happy for him (and loved his fiance) she couldn't help but feel... unsettled by it all. Not because he was making a mistake, but because Scarlett felt like she just might be. When she looked at her life there were things she was proud of and things that fitted - like teaching - but from a distance she could also see the things that didn't fit.

Like her relationship with Renee.

She hadn't said anything of the sort out loud but each day made it more clear that, as girlfriends, Renee and Scarlett didn't fit. How was that even possible? Hadn't they both wanted this for so long and longed for their chance to be together. Finally being able to love each other freely should have been the perfect fit, and yet... it didn't fit. They didn't fit.

Scarlett sat on the grass of the front lawn, watching Ishtar run after the birds that flew up to escape her in the trees. She wished everything felt right.
Deirdre was surrounded by people she loved. She had crawled into Renee's bed, despite the fact that the fit was slightly precarious. She was three people at the moment, and four people in a hospital bed was slightly ridiculous, even if Peter had ensured that Renee was set up in a comfortable room. Julian was by the side of the bed, reading a story book to Deirdre's twins. He liked interacting with them since he had missed this part of Aislinn's life. Mostly, Aislinn had missed it too.... Little Dylan was there, curled up on another chair, dozing off, and Quinn was watching over them all without saying a word. For once...

LABOURZ! )
Deirdre was surrounded by people she loved. She had crawled into Renee's bed, despite the fact that the fit was slightly precarious. She was three people at the moment, and four people in a hospital bed was slightly ridiculous, even if Peter had ensured that Renee was set up in a comfortable room. Julian was by the side of the bed, reading a story book to Deirdre's twins. He liked interacting with them since he had missed this part of Aislinn's life. Mostly, Aislinn had missed it too.... Little Dylan was there, curled up on another chair, dozing off, and Quinn was watching over them all without saying a word. For once...

LABOURZ! )
Humans were no longer immune to the illness that was falling across the supernatural world and unlike the immortals who caught it, humans wouldn't survive. People couldn't just keep bleeding forever. It felt now like they were all caught together in the plague and Scarlett was scared that they would lose everything from fear - not only their lives, but their ability to connect to their friends, to hold their lovers. Scarlett didn't want to live in fear.

That was why she hoped that Renee wasn't infected, because she needed the warmth and love of the other woman. Without that she might just fade away tonight.

When Renee appeared in her doorway Scarlett reached out to here from where she was already under the covers in her bed.
Humans were no longer immune to the illness that was falling across the supernatural world and unlike the immortals who caught it, humans wouldn't survive. People couldn't just keep bleeding forever. It felt now like they were all caught together in the plague and Scarlett was scared that they would lose everything from fear - not only their lives, but their ability to connect to their friends, to hold their lovers. Scarlett didn't want to live in fear.

That was why she hoped that Renee wasn't infected, because she needed the warmth and love of the other woman. Without that she might just fade away tonight.

When Renee appeared in her doorway Scarlett reached out to here from where she was already under the covers in her bed.
It was not a happy homecoming. Despite the fact that the tour had been an amazing experience for everyone involved, and that it had been a great success, learning about the death of Charon and the imminent death of Jax Panic had put everyone in a terrible mood. Especially Spectre, and who could blame him. Instead of cries of joy as the band trickled into the arrivals lounge at Heathrow, familes and lovers greeted each other with cries of grief. Deirdre practically fell into the arms of Renee and Kait. Autumn was quick to latch onto Timothy, with Victor standing behind her looking like an unhappy statue. Mara flung herself into Spectre's arms while Abby hung back. Thomas was nowhere to be seen, but that didn't panic anyone, as no one except Peter knew he was back yet.

Life as Zeus )
It was not a happy homecoming. Despite the fact that the tour had been an amazing experience for everyone involved, and that it had been a great success, learning about the death of Charon and the imminent death of Jax Panic had put everyone in a terrible mood. Especially Spectre, and who could blame him. Instead of cries of joy as the band trickled into the arrivals lounge at Heathrow, familes and lovers greeted each other with cries of grief. Deirdre practically fell into the arms of Renee and Kait. Autumn was quick to latch onto Timothy, with Victor standing behind her looking like an unhappy statue. Mara flung herself into Spectre's arms while Abby hung back. Thomas was nowhere to be seen, but that didn't panic anyone, as no one except Peter knew he was back yet.

Life as Zeus )
Even as it was happening, Peter's funeral seemed so beyond surreal. The chapel at the hospital was full fit to burst with people who had come to mourn the loss of Peter Kemp. Stuart was officiating and despite his years in the clergy, he found that it was impossible to come up with the right words to say. So instead he borrowed Peter's words, opting to read passages from Peter's journals about the importance of love and family, artfully leaving out all mentions of angels or demons or anything else supernatural. People were allowed to say a few words, and those that were able to got up and shared memories or feelings or thoughts. Deirdre went on for nearly 20 minutes because that's what Deirdre did. No one minded. They were focused on Peter, resting in front of them like he was asleep. He was dressed in the suit he'd been married in to cover up his scars, and his hands were folded lightly across his chest. His first journal rested beneath them. It seemed only fitting that he be interred with it.

After the service, everyone relocated to the mausoleum that Aly had purchased. It was a large stone building with ornate iron work and a large chandelier hanging from the ceiling. And it was theirs now, it belonged to the family. Aly had placed some vases in the corners that had belonged to Louise. Flowers were placed in them, and Peter rested in the middle so people could see him one last time before he was lifted up and slid into his place in the top row. It was very informal, because that's how Peter would have liked it. Aly was hanging back, not yet ready to say goodbye. She let other people see him first. She knew how very important her husband was to...well...everyone. Instead of crowding, she leaned against the outside of the mausoleum, holding baby Thomas who was strangely still, and she cried softly as she stared up at the cloudy sky.
Even as it was happening, Peter's funeral seemed so beyond surreal. The chapel at the hospital was full fit to burst with people who had come to mourn the loss of Peter Kemp. Stuart was officiating and despite his years in the clergy, he found that it was impossible to come up with the right words to say. So instead he borrowed Peter's words, opting to read passages from Peter's journals about the importance of love and family, artfully leaving out all mentions of angels or demons or anything else supernatural. People were allowed to say a few words, and those that were able to got up and shared memories or feelings or thoughts. Deirdre went on for nearly 20 minutes because that's what Deirdre did. No one minded. They were focused on Peter, resting in front of them like he was asleep. He was dressed in the suit he'd been married in to cover up his scars, and his hands were folded lightly across his chest. His first journal rested beneath them. It seemed only fitting that he be interred with it.

After the service, everyone relocated to the mausoleum that Aly had purchased. It was a large stone building with ornate iron work and a large chandelier hanging from the ceiling. And it was theirs now, it belonged to the family. Aly had placed some vases in the corners that had belonged to Louise. Flowers were placed in them, and Peter rested in the middle so people could see him one last time before he was lifted up and slid into his place in the top row. It was very informal, because that's how Peter would have liked it. Aly was hanging back, not yet ready to say goodbye. She let other people see him first. She knew how very important her husband was to...well...everyone. Instead of crowding, she leaned against the outside of the mausoleum, holding baby Thomas who was strangely still, and she cried softly as she stared up at the cloudy sky.
The cruise for Peter's birthday was absolutely perfect. Peter loved it. He loved that he got to spend the time with his friends and family and there certainly were a lot of those around tonight... He was thrilled to hear Spectre and Derek Sherinian playing, and Deirdre sang occasionally too. It was wonderful. Even if he had doubled the amount of pain killers he was taking just to numb his stupid aching head. Once he was headache free, he was able to enjoy himself immensely. He had a wonderful chat with Dimitri and Sergei, and he laughed as Tasha danced with Hope and Fiona all at once. He danced with Aly too. And then with his daughters all in turn. Even Caleb wanted to dance, but only so he could stand on Peter's shoes and get a 'ride'. Lavannah was sitting by the railing chatting with Gavin, though she was watching Johanna with someone else who Peter recognised was Will. Evey kept running up to Will and then darting away again to chat with Deirdre and her girls as well. Every time there was a break in the music, Spectre was followed around by Jacinta and Edward Montgomery, and they proceeded to parent him. He looked oddly pleased. Abigail and Stuart were dancing and looking quite happy. Even Robert looked okay, though he hung back away from the action. Thomas was talking with Mary and Kat who was rolling her daughters back and forth in the stroller as she talked. People were everywhere, dancing and laughing and eating.

And then Peter started to feel a little strange. He excused himself from Aly's presence and he slipped down under the deck into one of the small hallways so he could lean up against the thin wall. It might be that he was just a little motion sick, but the cruise had ended about twenty minutes ago and the boat was now docked. It was gently rocking back and forth, but nothing major. And still Peter felt incredibly dizzy. He put a hand to his head and he crouched down a little, willing himself not to be sick.
The cruise for Peter's birthday was absolutely perfect. Peter loved it. He loved that he got to spend the time with his friends and family and there certainly were a lot of those around tonight... He was thrilled to hear Spectre and Derek Sherinian playing, and Deirdre sang occasionally too. It was wonderful. Even if he had doubled the amount of pain killers he was taking just to numb his stupid aching head. Once he was headache free, he was able to enjoy himself immensely. He had a wonderful chat with Dimitri and Sergei, and he laughed as Tasha danced with Hope and Fiona all at once. He danced with Aly too. And then with his daughters all in turn. Even Caleb wanted to dance, but only so he could stand on Peter's shoes and get a 'ride'. Lavannah was sitting by the railing chatting with Gavin, though she was watching Johanna with someone else who Peter recognised was Will. Evey kept running up to Will and then darting away again to chat with Deirdre and her girls as well. Every time there was a break in the music, Spectre was followed around by Jacinta and Edward Montgomery, and they proceeded to parent him. He looked oddly pleased. Abigail and Stuart were dancing and looking quite happy. Even Robert looked okay, though he hung back away from the action. Thomas was talking with Mary and Kat who was rolling her daughters back and forth in the stroller as she talked. People were everywhere, dancing and laughing and eating.

And then Peter started to feel a little strange. He excused himself from Aly's presence and he slipped down under the deck into one of the small hallways so he could lean up against the thin wall. It might be that he was just a little motion sick, but the cruise had ended about twenty minutes ago and the boat was now docked. It was gently rocking back and forth, but nothing major. And still Peter felt incredibly dizzy. He put a hand to his head and he crouched down a little, willing himself not to be sick.
A walk with Peter sounded like a good distraction. Dylan had gone to school and Vince was still asleep on her guest room sofa...Deirdre was more than a little worried about his mental stability...and Peter was always calming. For the most part. When he knocked on the door, Deirdre slipped outside and she took one of his hands in hers. They turned and walked, not saying a word. Deirdre let Peter lead the way. He seemed to know where he was going. Deirdre hadn't realised he'd had a specific purpose in mind when he'd asked her on a walk, but now she realised it was Peter and she really should have known.

Monkeys make the best learning materials )
A walk with Peter sounded like a good distraction. Dylan had gone to school and Vince was still asleep on her guest room sofa...Deirdre was more than a little worried about his mental stability...and Peter was always calming. For the most part. When he knocked on the door, Deirdre slipped outside and she took one of his hands in hers. They turned and walked, not saying a word. Deirdre let Peter lead the way. He seemed to know where he was going. Deirdre hadn't realised he'd had a specific purpose in mind when he'd asked her on a walk, but now she realised it was Peter and she really should have known.

Monkeys make the best learning materials )
Everyone had sat down to a lovely dinner after the wedding. Deirdre had taken her place up at the table with the rest of the wedding party. She'd listened through Thomas's Best Man toast, which was much the same as the speech he'd given Peter in the change room. She'd eaten the food she and Jacinta had so carefully prepared and then she'd snuck off somewhere with Pierre and Kait hot on her heels. Kat saw them go and she followed a few minutes later.

It was a surprise and no one had told Peter. Ethereal Facade had decided to play for his reception and with the dinner over, it was time. Everything had been set up beforehand and so the lights dimmed and the curtain fell and Deirdre grinned widely. She took hold of her mic and waited for Pierre to announce them. It was time for people to dance!
Everyone had sat down to a lovely dinner after the wedding. Deirdre had taken her place up at the table with the rest of the wedding party. She'd listened through Thomas's Best Man toast, which was much the same as the speech he'd given Peter in the change room. She'd eaten the food she and Jacinta had so carefully prepared and then she'd snuck off somewhere with Pierre and Kait hot on her heels. Kat saw them go and she followed a few minutes later.

It was a surprise and no one had told Peter. Ethereal Facade had decided to play for his reception and with the dinner over, it was time. Everything had been set up beforehand and so the lights dimmed and the curtain fell and Deirdre grinned widely. She took hold of her mic and waited for Pierre to announce them. It was time for people to dance!
Everything was done, everything was ready save for the last minute dressing. Oh and Peter. He was busy hyperventilating in the corner as he tried not to think about the next few hours. He'd been the celebrant at weddings before. Countless weddings. He'd never been a groom. He never thought he'd ever be a groom. Marriage he could do. A wedding terrified him and he couldn't explain why.

Thomas bounced into the dressing room with a gigantic grin on his face and he gave all the men manly punches in their arms and pats on their backs as he made his way to Peter. He embraced his best friend, crushing the orange blossom in his lapel. "Oh fuck! I smooshed your tiny posy."

Getting Ready )
Everything was done, everything was ready save for the last minute dressing. Oh and Peter. He was busy hyperventilating in the corner as he tried not to think about the next few hours. He'd been the celebrant at weddings before. Countless weddings. He'd never been a groom. He never thought he'd ever be a groom. Marriage he could do. A wedding terrified him and he couldn't explain why.

Thomas bounced into the dressing room with a gigantic grin on his face and he gave all the men manly punches in their arms and pats on their backs as he made his way to Peter. He embraced his best friend, crushing the orange blossom in his lapel. "Oh fuck! I smooshed your tiny posy."

Getting Ready )

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