September 19th, 6pm. Prison cell.
Sep. 19th, 2012 06:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
therealpm*Peter stares at his desk, filled with smug satisfaction. He's finished the briefs. All of them. Even the extra ones the civil servants dug out of the back of an old filing cabinet in order to keep him busy.
He stretches and winces as his joints pop. Far too much time spent hunched over a desk, but really, what else was there to do? Besides read Alastair's laughably inaccurate and self aggradising diaries, of course.
He cups his chin in his hands and sends a tendril of magic out to explore the wards. They've died back a bit since John's panicked reinforcements a few days ago, but they're still far stronger than they'd been before. Still, no wall was without its weak spots.
Careful not to draw Lindsay's attention, Peter closes his eyes and tentatively explores the wards a little further.*
He stretches and winces as his joints pop. Far too much time spent hunched over a desk, but really, what else was there to do? Besides read Alastair's laughably inaccurate and self aggradising diaries, of course.
He cups his chin in his hands and sends a tendril of magic out to explore the wards. They've died back a bit since John's panicked reinforcements a few days ago, but they're still far stronger than they'd been before. Still, no wall was without its weak spots.
Careful not to draw Lindsay's attention, Peter closes his eyes and tentatively explores the wards a little further.*
