[It's a breath taking banquette. There are creatures here that Peter has only ever thought of as true fiction. The supernatural world, even to him, is filled with mysteries and secrets. Fairies? He hadn't counted on them. Though, after everything else, perhaps he really ought to have.
He's keeping an eye out for anyone, really. The scent of Derek, the hapless energy only Scott and Stiles seem capable of giving off. The distinct scent of Lydia's perfume.
He should have expected an Argent.
He's distant, at first. Allison isn't a friend. Allison is, at a push, an ally. But Scott isn't here, as far as he can see, to mediate between them. Charm won't say him from an arrow or a punch to the nose. He lingers, just a bit off - waits patiently for her to notice him instead.
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He's keeping an eye out for anyone, really. The scent of Derek, the hapless energy only Scott and Stiles seem capable of giving off. The distinct scent of Lydia's perfume.
He should have expected an Argent.
He's distant, at first. Allison isn't a friend. Allison is, at a push, an ally. But Scott isn't here, as far as he can see, to mediate between them. Charm won't say him from an arrow or a punch to the nose. He lingers, just a bit off - waits patiently for her to notice him instead.
Safer, probably.
Probably. ]