Invitation Model With Wordings

December 23, 1997. Celebrations. (For pete_petrelli)

[Pre-series. Nathan / Peter. NC-17. Comments are open only to pete_petrelli . Comments OOC here.]

"guest."

keys jingling in his hand. Nathan closes the door behind her and lay on the table in the hall, looking back to Peter. The apartment is cold, and for a moment she wonders if it would be better to drop one hour before turning on the heaters. Maybe he should have. He thinks he's thinking when he planned it, but then rose to mind. Takes a step and puts his hands on Peter's arms, rubbing vigorously for a few seconds, although Peter has not shown signs of feeling cold. (It seems that never suffers the cold nor hot. That does not suffer in general.)
Peter's hair smell of rain and ice against his cheek.

"I'm going to turn on the heaters. If you take a shower, you know where is the bathroom. There is also a spa, but it is too small for ...", he shakes his head, would for two " but it's something that does not like to say out loud, at least not yet, "Never mind. Make yourself at home," he adds, taking off his coat and scarf.

While going to turn on the radiators, whose ears are curiously, slightly muffled. It has long past the stage where something like that would have made me feel dirty (Peter would laugh at this thing), yet there is a certain rigidity, a slight coolness in the air between them. He heard while traveling in the car and feel even more now that Peter is in another room, away from him.
Nathan is a spirit of order, but hates to organize these things. They tend to end badly, then, not to follow the rail track. And despite this, he organized all the details, because it is perfect, wonderful.

When giving a gift, Nathan likes it big.

Travesty Camila Rodrigues

That time found out His brother Nathan Was a slut (for pete_petrelli)

[Pre-series. Nathan / Peter, Peter / OC. R . Comments are open only to pete_petrelli . Comments OOC here.]

-1996

Actually I always knew there was something wrong with him. And no, I mean the history of the changing rooms last year or a couple of items that I have come to the ear and I did not like. What , I always thought, is not a problem, will settle with time, is a time pass.
I was not happy, but I never considered an option. Peter has never been popular, not particularly elegant, with a strange character. If certain items turned was because Peter was too selective , far more than the average American olds. So
has never been the problem.

The problem is that Peter is Peter , and as such does not listen to anyone or anything.
people outside the family is not never even been taught to listen, because most of the people out there is a bunch of idiots. From
eight years on he even stopped listening to our parents - and the fact that they had stopped to listen to him is not a valid reason, but they did, and I feel sorry for him - really, I did not want things to go so - but I could not help it.
I was myself. With my
brother I always did what I had to do: I took care of him. Every moment of every day of every month of every year, minute after minute, casino after casino after idiocy idiocy, I've taken care of him. Covering his tracks, when silence had to be silent and speaking up when we talk. Beating pats on his back when it was time - I lost count of them. Peter has always been full-time occupation, and I have not ever complained. (In all this, the years of war have been dramatic for both. But is not the time to talk about now.)
And if all that has followed up the incident in October was indirectly my fault, I do not know . Perhaps I have grown worse, but Peter is not my son. I could not do better than that.

fifteen years and then stopped to listen to me. I thought it was teenage rebellion and it was normal, although I could not remember mine, and I did not say anything. I had a wedding to organize, work, and other thoughts on his mind. I ignored, perhaps for too long.

Really, do not know how we got here. I only know that at some point I found it to suck his cock to a filthy motherfucker that could be my age, so I'm a little pissed.

believe everything that is followed at least justified.

How To Break Into My Lockbox

Expectations [Nathan-centric, G, p. 1026]

[Study on Nathan in the form FIC. Pre-series/1x01. Nathan / Peter if we read it that way. Liable to a sequel if luck turns good. Comments are open to everyone, even OOC .]


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I had a dozen years or so, and my parents brought me to the theater. Opera. I remember it because I have always hated the work. All children hate the work, I think. ( giggles.) Anyway, near the entrance there was this old tramp lying in a heap of rags, just around the corner by the sliding doors of the theater. He had a wool hat and gloves with fingers full of holes, and when we passed gave off a stench unbearable. I expected my mother said to usher him away - that kind of person, my mother - but did not say a word, as if she had not even seen.
Then, inside the theater, asked my father if he had acknowledged. My father said yes.
"Poor Wayne" my mother said. "He should have thought to put the boat on dry land, rather than chase after girls."
And my father said: "The girls have little to do with a financial crash of two hundred million dollars."
That tramp was a billionaire. Or at least it was.
E 'was at that moment that I realized that people are never what they seem. I mean, the man enjoyed a drink until the day before to one hundred dollars a plate and turned into a limousine. And now you would not separate from any other homeless in the city. He was a homeless man, but at the same time it was not. In a sense it was a bum because everyone thought it was. With a jacket and tie and two bodyguards would return the respected financial magnates, even without a penny in his pocket.

She is afraid that this might happen to his family, Mr. Petrelli? I'm not asking if you believe that there are substantial likelihood that happen. I want to know if it's a possibility that is frightening.

Come on, find me a man who is not afraid of being broke. ( chuckle. ) The point is it did not matter who or what might be. What he did in life. Had only what people thought of him. And this ... I think that's why I keep thinking about it.

It 'an interesting episode. Nobody wants to be judged solely on appearance. But after this background I am surprised that she chose a political career. It 's a job that in some way, say, multiply appearances. Do not you think?

There are politicians and politicians. It all depends on what you are looking for.

And what do you look for, Mr. Petrelli?

Justice, of course. Compared to the weaker and more equitable for all.

Mr. Petrelli, non sono una sua elettrice. Non ha bisogno di convincermi a darle il mio voto.

Vede? Gliel'ho appena dimostrato. Un politico che parla di giustizia e rispetto non può essere sincero.

D'accordo, ricominciamo da capo. Mi scusi se l'ho offesa.

Nessuna offesa.

Mi ha detto che la scelta della facoltà di Giurisprudenza è stata un'idea di suo padre. Che voleva seguisse le sue orme e si aspettava molto da lei.

Ho scelto liberamente quale facoltà frequentare.

Ma se le chiedessi quanto hanno pesato da uno a dieci le aspettative dei suoi genitori riguardo al suo futuro?

Sei.

You?

Five.

What about his brother? Peter, right?

What has Peter in this speech?

We're talking about expectations. She said her brother did not follow the family tradition. What do you think?

I have no trouble accepting the choices of my brother. It 's a registered nurse, does a job he likes and that is good. I can not have approved at first, but Peter has persevered, and if he's happy so am I..

She believes that her brother is happier than she?

What do you expect to reply to this question?

just what he thinks.

I think we are both happy. Each in its own way.

Have you ever envied his brother for being able to, I pass the word, break away from the family?

What do you mean, off? My brother has not detached from anything.

What I mean ...

Look, I know what I mean. The elder brother, a life with the weight of parental expectations on his shoulders, looks with envy at the brother for whom no one has done projects, continues to repress the anger at the threshold of forty years and has a nervous breakdown because of trauma or adolescent is not removed as it wants to call them. We have this thing clear: I have no reason at all to be angry with my brother. The only problem I have with my brother, if anything, is that they are the only person in my family not to pity for what it is.

think that others compatible?

I think that look beyond the appearance.

It 'funny that you said not to be angry with his brother, Mr. Petrelli. In fact I had asked if envy.

...

Try anger towards his brother?

No.

you fought recently? Some discussion a bit 'abnormal?

Nothing serious, just a little 'stress before the election. Who would not be stressed out in my place? 'S why I'm here.

Mr. Petrelli, I think you have dell'irrisolto with his brother. Look. Speaking of Peter the terribly upset.

'm not nervous.

She has noticed that he put the ring and marched twenty-five times since I made the name of his brother, yes?

...

What makes you so nervous about his brother?

do not know.

has discovered something new or unexpected, or just unfortunate that he is concerned? Or what about her relationship with him?

...

Mr. Petrelli?

I'm sorry, but we have to stop here. I must be in the office in ten minutes.

Okay. But I wish that the next time it was also his brother.

Look, we both know that if I am only here because my wife insisted. E 'already embarrassing enough that I'm here to tell her of my votes to college or when I scraped my knee in the third grade. In three would become simply ridiculous.

The only thing ridiculous here, Mr. Petrelli, is that she refuses to admit all the evidence you have a problem.

I did not ... God Okay. I'll ask him.

Excellent. On Thursday, Mr. Petrelli.


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