[ To say times have been rough would be an understatement. They hadn't only been rough, after all -- they had been downright abrasive and scathing and scalding and, just in case times hadn't been bad enough, the universe also saw fit to dump some salt and vinegar on the entire thing, then light it on fire.
So, yes. Times had been rough, with bad news tripping on the heels of other bad news, which was practically being bowled over by even further bad news. And while this whole damned mess had the happy outcome of Peter meeting (and even more happily, falling in love with) Maya, that doesn't mean the two of them couldn't use another win. Something nice and normal, just for them.
And apparently, that meant getting a puppy. Because it just did. It had come at Maya's suggestion, and Peter wasn't about to turn it down, as he had always wanted a dog as a boy; he was always jealous when the other boys were allowed to take their family hunting dogs with them while they walked around the village. Coincidence would have it that a family in Sanctuary bred hunting dogs of their own, and this time it came at Roland's recommendation.
(With the caliber of advice they had received from Lilith lately, it was hard to take her at her word. Even with Roland, Peter made it very clear that should this meeting with the breeder result in someone getting knocked out or kidnapped or otherwise restrained or detained or hurt, or if mindless demons or spirits or dragons sprang up out of the ground and attacked, the two of them would most certainly be having words.)
It's a couple of weeks after the whole-- mess. The literal mess. The one with men torn apart by a monster's hands. (A few of the intervening nights, Peter had dreamed of his fingertips digging into flesh and ripping, feeling the resistance of skin and muscle and ligaments, had woken up with the taste of fresh blood in his mouth -- and he had rushed out of bed to vomit.) Currently the two of them are in a barn with a small litter of puppies freshly weaned, and so far there haven't been any disasters. Peter's sitting on the ground and playing with one puppy, while another sleeps contentedly against his leg and oh my goodness puppies are the best. ]
Consider this. [ He glances up at Maya, expression solemn and earnest. ] What if we bought all of the puppies?
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So, yes. Times had been rough, with bad news tripping on the heels of other bad news, which was practically being bowled over by even further bad news. And while this whole damned mess had the happy outcome of Peter meeting (and even more happily, falling in love with) Maya, that doesn't mean the two of them couldn't use another win. Something nice and normal, just for them.
And apparently, that meant getting a puppy. Because it just did. It had come at Maya's suggestion, and Peter wasn't about to turn it down, as he had always wanted a dog as a boy; he was always jealous when the other boys were allowed to take their family hunting dogs with them while they walked around the village. Coincidence would have it that a family in Sanctuary bred hunting dogs of their own, and this time it came at Roland's recommendation.
(With the caliber of advice they had received from Lilith lately, it was hard to take her at her word. Even with Roland, Peter made it very clear that should this meeting with the breeder result in someone getting knocked out or kidnapped or otherwise restrained or detained or hurt, or if mindless demons or spirits or dragons sprang up out of the ground and attacked, the two of them would most certainly be having words.)
It's a couple of weeks after the whole-- mess. The literal mess. The one with men torn apart by a monster's hands. (A few of the intervening nights, Peter had dreamed of his fingertips digging into flesh and ripping, feeling the resistance of skin and muscle and ligaments, had woken up with the taste of fresh blood in his mouth -- and he had rushed out of bed to vomit.) Currently the two of them are in a barn with a small litter of puppies freshly weaned, and so far there haven't been any disasters. Peter's sitting on the ground and playing with one puppy, while another sleeps contentedly against his leg and oh my goodness puppies are the best. ]
Consider this. [ He glances up at Maya, expression solemn and earnest. ] What if we bought all of the puppies?