[ Waking, Peter will soon realize, might have been a terrible mistake.
The first thing he's aware of is a deep ache all over his body -- so, he's not dead. And hey, isn't that something? He thinks there might just be a vice constricting his skull though, and while breathing isn't difficult, neither is it particularly easy, as it should be. It sort of feels like something heavy is weighing down his chest -- but at least he's breathing, so small victories, there.
The next thing he's aware of is warmth and the sound of crackling -- campfire, maybe? Seems like a safe enough bet, considering he's lying on his back, not uncomfortably. Probably not imprisoned somewhere, but he won't know for sure until he opens his eyes.
Which he really doesn't want to do.
But he does it anyway, because he's an idiot, and the light from the fire assaults his vision (fuck, too bright, too bright) and he's forced to screw his eyes shut again while he waits for the throbbing in his head to die down. He tries again with more success, sees that he's in some sort of-- cave? A den? Whatever, it's not a jail, at least. Getting better and better.
He doesn't know how he got here, though, and he tries to remember back to-- before. Whatever before was. His eyes slip shut again and he thinks-- getting supplies-- town-- being followed-- attacked-- screaming-- wind and lightning-- Maya--
Maya.
He bolts upright, her name on his lips, but the sound of it is choked off with a gasp and a curse. Every muscle in his body, it seemed, chose that exact second to scream at him, protesting the sudden movement, and he falls back, curling up against the pain and taking quick, labored breaths.
Check off another mistake, then. It's a damn shame that he still probably hasn't hit quota yet, though. ]
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The first thing he's aware of is a deep ache all over his body -- so, he's not dead. And hey, isn't that something? He thinks there might just be a vice constricting his skull though, and while breathing isn't difficult, neither is it particularly easy, as it should be. It sort of feels like something heavy is weighing down his chest -- but at least he's breathing, so small victories, there.
The next thing he's aware of is warmth and the sound of crackling -- campfire, maybe? Seems like a safe enough bet, considering he's lying on his back, not uncomfortably. Probably not imprisoned somewhere, but he won't know for sure until he opens his eyes.
Which he really doesn't want to do.
But he does it anyway, because he's an idiot, and the light from the fire assaults his vision (fuck, too bright, too bright) and he's forced to screw his eyes shut again while he waits for the throbbing in his head to die down. He tries again with more success, sees that he's in some sort of-- cave? A den? Whatever, it's not a jail, at least. Getting better and better.
He doesn't know how he got here, though, and he tries to remember back to-- before. Whatever before was. His eyes slip shut again and he thinks-- getting supplies-- town-- being followed-- attacked-- screaming-- wind and lightning-- Maya--
Maya.
He bolts upright, her name on his lips, but the sound of it is choked off with a gasp and a curse. Every muscle in his body, it seemed, chose that exact second to scream at him, protesting the sudden movement, and he falls back, curling up against the pain and taking quick, labored breaths.
Check off another mistake, then. It's a damn shame that he still probably hasn't hit quota yet, though. ]