Well... [Drawling the reply, leaving a long pause of saying nothing as he turns in the water to smile at Peter through the stirred silt of the ocean floor and the pretty colors of blooming underwater flowers] I haven't heard a bad plan from you.
Yet.
[Peter's goal - the greenskinned woman, the fierceness of her still memorable in his mind from seeing her memories of Peter a long time ago- and he hadn't seen her on the station in months.
It's a slow realisation, creeping up on him in the silence between them--]
I see.
[His own goals, his own rewards and all his nights, all the lazy mornings, spent wrapped around Alina. Head pillowed against her chest or with his face pressed in to the fragrante tendrils of her hair, the stalk cold that slipped between them on the train mission and the quiet that came after.
The loss that Peter might have suffered.
Not that Aleksander cares, all that matters is Grisha - his own happiness and his own weak wants were nothing in the face of saving them all.
But
What if
The question that burned so hot in the dead of night, slipping in in the dark and sprawling through his dreams--]
She... left. I didn't know- [Fins fluttering, he swims closer. A slow move until he can place a hand on Peter's arm.] I am sorry.
no subject
Yet.
[Peter's goal - the greenskinned woman, the fierceness of her still memorable in his mind from seeing her memories of Peter a long time ago- and he hadn't seen her on the station in months.
It's a slow realisation, creeping up on him in the silence between them--]
I see.
[His own goals, his own rewards and all his nights, all the lazy mornings, spent wrapped around Alina. Head pillowed against her chest or with his face pressed in to the fragrante tendrils of her hair, the stalk cold that slipped between them on the train mission and the quiet that came after.
The loss that Peter might have suffered.
Not that Aleksander cares, all that matters is Grisha - his own happiness and his own weak wants were nothing in the face of saving them all.
But
What if
The question that burned so hot in the dead of night, slipping in in the dark and sprawling through his dreams--]
She... left. I didn't know- [Fins fluttering, he swims closer. A slow move until he can place a hand on Peter's arm.] I am sorry.