Peter Hale (
burnedwolf) wrote2014-09-09 10:41 pm
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post finale shenanigans with drawnhere
[Peter grumbles as he feels his throat ache from shouting. The wolfsbane in his veins is too thick, it stopped even the smallest healing and it just makes him feel even more miserable. The glass is hard against his shoulder as he's heavily leaning against it, with crossed arms, staring into one of the corners of his cell. Which he has to share. But Peter knows better than to look at the guy directly again. It's not that he's afraid... really. It's just he's drugged and can't heal and feel as weak as when he crawled back from the grave and he's locked together with someone like THAT. It's annoyance and not fear, really.
He sighs, his head is heavy from whatever drugs they used on him, his senses are dulled and his whole body feels like someone else's. On top of that he is still a damn disgrace without being called an Alpha. Great day.]
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He loved a monster.
He comes to Eichen house to settle things, to talk to him and see what he has to say for himself. The doctor warns him to be careful of the other occupant in the cell. Jordan makes sure he doesn't look at him but only at Peter.]
Peter, can you hear me?
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