Emoting (Razvan, Deirdre, Abby, Unconscious!Peter)

[your-razvan.livejournal.com]

There is no dignity in it Razvan decided. No dignity at all.

He was sitting in Peter's hospital room alone, with the exception of Peter, facing the comatose man with a nagging feeling in his gut. He thought it felt something like guilt or perhaps it was just unease. The obvious feeling that something was wrong with the world. Guilt seemed more prevalent. Razvan didn't like guilt. But he was guilt's bitch, whether he admitted it or not. But this...this was not his fault.

( Guilt's Bitch can be pretty coherent when he wants to )

Emoting (Razvan, Deirdre, Abby, Unconscious!Peter)

[your-razvan.livejournal.com]

There is no dignity in it Razvan decided. No dignity at all.

He was sitting in Peter's hospital room alone, with the exception of Peter, facing the comatose man with a nagging feeling in his gut. He thought it felt something like guilt or perhaps it was just unease. The obvious feeling that something was wrong with the world. Guilt seemed more prevalent. Razvan didn't like guilt. But he was guilt's bitch, whether he admitted it or not. But this...this was not his fault.

( Guilt's Bitch can be pretty coherent when he wants to )

Dreams (Peter)

[father-peter.livejournal.com]

Peter was sitting behind a desk, with veritable mountains of paperwork in front of him. He was working his way through, as diligently as always. It wasn't as if he had anything else to do here.

"Are you ever going to take a break, Father Kemp?" A voice from the doorway asked. Peter looked up and he smiled tiredly at his friend Father Charles Hollister. There was no joy behind Peter's expression, however. There very rarely was. Kindness and honesty, but no joy.

( Random dream memories are random )

Dreams (Peter)

[father-peter.livejournal.com]

Peter was sitting behind a desk, with veritable mountains of paperwork in front of him. He was working his way through, as diligently as always. It wasn't as if he had anything else to do here.

"Are you ever going to take a break, Father Kemp?" A voice from the doorway asked. Peter looked up and he smiled tiredly at his friend Father Charles Hollister. There was no joy behind Peter's expression, however. There very rarely was. Kindness and honesty, but no joy.

( Random dream memories are random )