Not So Happy Birthday (Peter, Open to anyone there, the more the merrier, do whatever!)

[father-peter.livejournal.com]

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.

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[demon-svetlana.livejournal.com]

Svetlana noticed Peter take his leave, but didn't pay too much attention at first. He was probably just going to relieve himself or whatever. She wandered out onto the deck, enjoying the stars and the water. There was a crisp breeze coming in off the water around them, and Svetlana found it invigorating, almost like a hint of home.

It was a while she was out there, just enjoying the atmosphere. There was so much love and happiness inside, but quiet moments like this were good, too. She was starting to worry about Peter, though. She could sense his presence, unmoving, below deck. He'd been there a long time. Surely it couldn't be as nice down there as it was up here? With a frown, Svetlana clanked down the stairs, and peered into the corridor that Peter seemed to have taken up residence in. "Peter? Are you alright?"

[father-peter.livejournal.com]

Peter looked up at Svetlana, standing there, framed in the doorway and he nodded slightly. "Just a little...woozy." She was all blurry and that was strange. He'd never needed glasses before. "Are you...augh. Are you having a good time?" He asked, rubbing his head a bit.

[demon-svetlana.livejournal.com]

"It's nice," Svetlana responded, drawing closer to Peter. "Everyone's having a good time. It reminds me of David's wedding." She peered at Peter, making no attempt to hide that she was doing so. "You don't look very well. Did you get soulsucked?"

[father-peter.livejournal.com]

"It does, doesn't it?" Peter said weakly, unaware that he was going even whiter by the second. Which was something of an accomplishment considering how very pale he was to begin with. "I don't know...did you soulsuck me? I don't think Deirdre would. It...it kind of feels. Ugh." Peter put a hand on his stomach. "Maybe I just don't to boats well." He reached out and placed his hand on her baby bump instead. "How is Rasputina? Does she like the music?"

[demon-svetlana.livejournal.com]

Svetlana lay her hand across Peter's and smiled. "Dancey baby," she said, almost in a whisper. She moved closer to Peter then, and leaned him against her strong body. "I didn't soulsuck you. I don't want the tasty souls. Deirdre makes me tasty cakes instead." She held her head against Peter's as she spoke. "You look white like clouds."

[father-peter.livejournal.com]

"Cakes are better than souls." Peter said sagely, resting his head against hers, with both his hands now upon their child. "But clouds have no taste. Oh goodness...she is dancing." He grinned at the fluttering of movement beneath his hands. "Mmm, I love her."

[demon-svetlana.livejournal.com]

"She loves you," Svetlana responded softly. The boat was lulling them into a sort of companionable reverie over the baby, but this was hardly the most comfortable place for it. "Would you like me to take you back on deck?" she asked. "Or onshore? We can sit down somewhere out there."

[father-peter.livejournal.com]

Peter tried very hard to take a deep breath and all of a sudden he felt like the walls were closing in on him. Instead of answering, he doubled over, his hands immediately flying to cover his head. "Augh fuck!" He hissed as pain shot through his skull like fire.

[demon-svetlana.livejournal.com]

"Peter! No!" Svetlana immediately reached out to grab Peter, lest he fall over. "What's wrong, what can I do?!" She looked around frantically for someone who might be hurting Peter, but she could neither see them nor sense them.

[father-peter.livejournal.com]

"Augh. I'm...I'm just a dittle lizzy..no...no a dittle...a di..a li..little...dizzy." Peter couldn't even laugh at the fact that he couldn't get a straight word out. It wasn't really very funny. He head felt like it was going to split open. "Need...help."

[demon-svetlana.livejournal.com]

"Okay," Svetlana nodded. "Okay, I'll get help. Just... stay. Don't hurt yourself!"