http://traptinacoffin.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] traptinacoffin.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] onepassingnight2011-04-27 12:42 pm
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first chance.

[Adam's on the most breathtaking beach you've ever seen. White sand, cool breeze, crystal clear ocean. He gives a contented sigh and all but drowns in his mojito. It's about high time he had a chance to relax. He would be more than fine with spending the next 400 right here, kicking back under a coconut tree. But there's something missing...

Looking to the side, he sees a beach chair leaned up against his, an almost sad expression crossing his face. He holds up his drink, and a beautiful woman with dark skin comes to take it away, bringing him another one almost instantaneously. Adam doesn't pay her any mind; he seems to be looking for someone.

Is it you?]
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[identity profile] traptinacoffin.livejournal.com 2011-05-02 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
85. [he immediately counters, swinging their hands as he drifts closer to the tide.]

[identity profile] askedtobe.livejournal.com 2011-05-02 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
80. [ Peter's not giving in yet. Nor is he laughing. He refuses. ]

[identity profile] traptinacoffin.livejournal.com 2011-05-02 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
84 and a half. [he concedes.]

[identity profile] askedtobe.livejournal.com 2011-05-02 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ Sighing heavily, but still grinning, Peter caves as well. ] Fine.

[identity profile] traptinacoffin.livejournal.com 2011-05-02 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
[He can't help but smile--he had to take his victory where he could, and future Peter was a tough one to crack. And with Nathan... well, it was no wonder.] When was the last time you saw a beach?

[identity profile] askedtobe.livejournal.com 2011-05-02 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ Peter has to think about that one for awhile. Not to be difficult, but simply because he really can't remember. ] One like this? Or just any body of water.

[identity profile] askedtobe.livejournal.com 2011-05-02 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
Highschool, maybe. Since i'm not counting Ireland. Or Haiti.

[identity profile] traptinacoffin.livejournal.com 2011-05-02 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
Then you were more than overdue.

[identity profile] askedtobe.livejournal.com 2011-05-02 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
I didn't even know I was until I showed up.

[identity profile] traptinacoffin.livejournal.com 2011-05-02 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
It's a good thing I was here so you couldn't waste it by brooding.

[identity profile] askedtobe.livejournal.com 2011-05-02 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
That's not all I do. [ He realizes how much of a lie that is a moment after he says it. ] ... But yeah, it's a good thing.

[identity profile] traptinacoffin.livejournal.com 2011-05-02 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
There is such a thing as protesting too much, Peter. [He stops a moment, fingers squeezing Peter's as he looks out over the ocean. It's almost painfully beautiful.]

[identity profile] askedtobe.livejournal.com 2011-05-02 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
It's a habit. [ Peter wasn't exactly expecting Adam to stop and he nearly bumps into him. But he follows Adam's gaze, going quiet as his gaze traces the horizon. ]

[identity profile] traptinacoffin.livejournal.com 2011-05-02 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
I've noticed. [But he seems to have lost track of their conversation entirely, his breath taken from him by the scene. A wave laps up against the shore, water just barely brushing their toes.]

[identity profile] askedtobe.livejournal.com 2011-05-02 06:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ Peter's fairly sure he doesn't need to come up with a reply. There's a sense of longing, somehow, that staring out at the ocean brings with each slow rush of the tide. Closing his eyes to silence his emotions, he opens them a moment later and just tries to enjoy the view. ]

[identity profile] traptinacoffin.livejournal.com 2011-05-02 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
[He pulls Peter closer, leaning against him slightly as he continues to soak up the view.]

[identity profile] askedtobe.livejournal.com 2011-05-02 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ Letting his breathing slow nearly to a halt, the sound of it almost seeming to be an interruption of the scene before them, Peter leans back against Adam, giving his hand another careful squeeze. ]

[identity profile] traptinacoffin.livejournal.com 2011-05-02 07:02 am (UTC)(link)
[That nudges a smile out of him, thumb carefully tracing the lines over Peter's palm.] It's a lie, [he says suddenly, his eyes carefully fixed ahead.] That it gets better. But I think you know that already. Everything keeps moving, but you feel like you're in standstill.

Until one day, without any warning, things start moving again. And it doesn't go away, but it gets easier to live, and so you do because it's better than dying. Supposedly.

[identity profile] askedtobe.livejournal.com 2011-05-02 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ Peter doesn't know what he's supposed to say to that. How he's supposed to find the words. Even after what seemed like years of trying to find a way to cope, there was no way he could expect Sylar to understand, no way he could tell him how much it hurt.

Ducking his face away from the horizon, Peter cracks. ] If I couldn't save him, how am I supposed to save anybody else.

[identity profile] traptinacoffin.livejournal.com 2011-05-02 07:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Adam drops Peter's hand to wind it around his back, drawing him close.] I don't have much experience saving people, but I know you won't give up. You told me yourself you can't save everyone, but the minute you stop trying is the minute you stop being the man he knew.
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[identity profile] askedtobe.livejournal.com 2011-05-02 07:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ Pressing his nose in to Adam's shoulder, trying to keep from completely falling apart seems nearly impossible, but he's trying his hardest. ] But I let him go. I can't- I had to forgive Sylar to help anyone and I lost the only thing I had left.

[identity profile] traptinacoffin.livejournal.com 2011-05-02 07:58 am (UTC)(link)
[One arm secures Peter against his chest, the other gently pulling through his hair.] There's always something new to live for, Peter. You just have to find it.

[identity profile] askedtobe.livejournal.com 2011-05-02 01:43 pm (UTC)(link)
But what if I can't. [ Squeezing his eyes shut and burying himself in against Adam, he's not entirely sure he ever wants to come back out. ] What if all I have is Sylar and working and-- Every person that I can't save just reminds me that he's gone because I couldn't get there in time.

[identity profile] traptinacoffin.livejournal.com 2011-05-02 01:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's breaking his heart and he can't pull Peter close enough, holding him as tightly as he can manage.] Think about it: you've already saved more people than I'm sure, any of your paramedic counterparts; than most people could ever hope to in their entire lives; than I have in 400 years. Granted, I wasn't trying too hard. [He brushes his lips over Peter's forehead, trying to keep his speech light.] There will always be people you can't save, but for that person there will be ten more you can. You can't give up, Peter, it's not in your nature.

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