17th September, 3 pm. Prison Cell
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therealpm*Peter scratches his way through the summary of yet another brief. Apparently he is ahead of what the BIS civil servants had estimated he would be able to summarise. A small satisfaction.
He stretches his hand and stares out the window, willing away the cramping up his forearm and takes another sip of water.*
He stretches his hand and stares out the window, willing away the cramping up his forearm and takes another sip of water.*
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Date: 2012-09-17 08:48 pm (UTC)She plucks up her courage and steps closer, then reaches out her hand to stroke his head.
His fur is soft under her hand, and he does not snap at her. He could be a big fluffy dog - but for the lycanthropy surging through his veins, she reminds herself sadly.*
Good night, Peter. I'll let you sleep now.
*She hasn't really been able to spend enough time with the wolf to know whether or not he's safe, although even in this short time she's leaning towards yes. But she does need more time, and besides, using it as a lever against John will mean she has a good chance of getting Peter out of the Palace for a bit. After this long cooped up, he's sure to need it.
She strokes him one last time.*
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Date: 2012-09-17 08:52 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-09-17 08:55 pm (UTC)She raises a finger to her lips, and John, mercifully, obeys for once. He lets her through the wards, and the two of them head back upstairs.
They pass a carefully blank Lindsay on the way. Sally'd forgotten all about him. Well, she hopes he enjoyed that little show.
But now she needs to go up and hug her children, and thank the stars above that they are safe and whole.
And, perhaps, prod her husband into calling some Army friends.*