( When Oscar sits up like that, meets his eyes, the older teen freezes. Even in his lulled state, a spike of alarm pierces through him with an unpleasant jolt, an anxiety that blossoms in his stomach.
Oscar's eyes are— wrong. And maybe Peter should be used to such things by now: after seeing what Corruption can do (Luna's here with him, and her own eyes shine with an eerie iridescent glaze), and his own were turning fully black just a couple months ago.... but it's not something he'll ever get used to. Changes like that. Little hints of something that's not quite human.
He swallows, staring into those glowing eyes, and as he listens to Oscar speak... something within Peter stirs, too. Something ancient and knowing, but lost in its ways. Something that latches on to what the boy says and how — us, we.
Peter's eyes don't quite glow, but something sparks within them, brightening and clearing their glossy haze. Something curious and Other. It isn't only Peter who asks the question. )
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Oscar's eyes are— wrong. And maybe Peter should be used to such things by now: after seeing what Corruption can do (Luna's here with him, and her own eyes shine with an eerie iridescent glaze), and his own were turning fully black just a couple months ago.... but it's not something he'll ever get used to. Changes like that. Little hints of something that's not quite human.
He swallows, staring into those glowing eyes, and as he listens to Oscar speak... something within Peter stirs, too. Something ancient and knowing, but lost in its ways. Something that latches on to what the boy says and how — us, we.
Peter's eyes don't quite glow, but something sparks within them, brightening and clearing their glossy haze. Something curious and Other. It isn't only Peter who asks the question. )
...Who are you?