[ That little brush of contact sparks something in Peter's chest, makes his smile widen a little, and he swallows around a nervous sort of lump in his throat. ]
See? This is why you should've taken up farming. Would've had the animals for company.
[ Because that weird little feeling is too scary to explore, so he falls back on his default smart-ass mode, instead. ]
We already established they aren't half as witty as you.
[ This is dangerous, sitting here like this, with Peter smiling at him like that. He might throw Peter's whole idea of a trial period out the window- hells, he might throw this whole thing out the window- if he gives in to the building temptation to kiss him. ]
[ He shrugs a little. ] I guess I’ve got a good memory.
[ Granted, the fact that his thoughts near constantly drifted back to Peter in their time apart might have helped as well, but admitting to that probably bordered on creepy. ]
I’ll try not to do it again if I can help it. I know it freaked you out.
[ He falls quiet at that, lips pressed together in thought, before he gives a slow shake of his head. ]
It’s fine.
[ Peter at least manages to sound more certain than he feels. ]
It worked, after all, right? [ As much to convince Charlie as himself, though his tone doesn’t betray much of that. ] Could’ve done with a bit more warning, though. Or at least a couple seconds to appreciate how devastatingly handsome I am.
[ He can’t tell if Peter is placating him or just trying to get over his own hang-ups about magic or what, but Charlie at least counts it as a good thing that Peter acknowledges that it was useful. Charlie’s illusory magic is pretty slapdash and far from perfect, but it was what they needed in the moment. ]
Sorry. I was under the impression that we were kind of in a hurry. I can get you a mirror if that would make you feel better.
Always time to appreciate my good looks. Even if I’m running for my life.
[ He allows himself one quick little smirk before glancing at the opening of their little hideout. It’s as comfortable a place as any to camp out, especially with Peter exhausted by the crashing adrenaline and the wound in his back – tingling now, rather than actively throbbing. There are hours yet before sunset, though, and the part of him that’s spent all these years just surviving tells him it’s better to keep moving.
Peter takes a breath, rallying himself, and starts collecting his things. ]
[ Charlie rolls his eyes, but when Peter moves to sit up a bit reaching over to collect his things, Charlie gives his hand a squeeze. It would be smart to keep moving, there’s a lot of daylight left to burn, but he could keep them hidden if he needed to. ]
[ The light pressure on his hand gives him pause, and he stills as he reaches for his bag. He frowns over at Charlie after his question, as if he’s weighing the benefits and drawbacks of leaving their hiding place. At length, he at least allows his hand to drop back into his lap. With only a little skepticism, ]
[ His frown only deepens at that. In the early days he might have refused outright, would have needed convincing, but now, at least, he considers it. Almost two years without magic means he’s regained some bad habits, but at least now it translates to mild reluctance rather than absolute refusal.
It helps, too, that exhaustion is well and truly settling in, and part of him thinks that if they start moving, they won’t get very far.
Peter lets out a quiet breath, leaning back against the rough wall of the tree. ]
[ He doesn’t realize that he’s holding his breath until Peter eases back against the wall of the log, and he lets it all out in a relieved sigh. (And honestly, he’s not sure what he was more worried about, Peter refusing the magic, or insisting on pushing himself.) ]
Casting the spells might drain me a bit, but after that I’ll be fine. We’ll be resting anyway.
[ He’s got power to spare, considering his magic never saw much use at the cabin. It kind of feels good to flex his magical muscles again, but he knows better than to overdo it. Laying the wards shouldn’t be too bad, and as long as they rest afterwards, he’ll be fine by morning.
But he still stalls for a moment, reluctant to leave Peter’s side or let go of his hand. Eventually he finds the motivation, brushing his thumb over Peter’s hand once more before pulling away. ]
[ He gives Charlie’s hand a quick squeeze before he pulls away entirely, and he tries to smother the almost familiar pang of loss that sounds low in his chest.
Just for a little while, he has to remind himself, and for a surreal second, he wants desperately to kick himself that he even needs the reminder. Stupid, he knows, to throw himself headlong into this partnership again; he needs to stay at least a little detached, just to stave off disappointment.
He forces himself to offer a small, wry smile. Lightly, ]
I’m not going anywhere.
[ Because now that he’s let himself get comfortable, now that he’s let himself acknowledge that he’s pretty spent, the idea of moving sounds like a pretty poor one. And because it bears repeating, ]
[ Though he says it with a slight roll of his eyes. It’s kind of cute how Peter’s being all protective, but Charlie’s not the one with the hole in his back.
He slips away, stepping outside of their little shelter. Laying wards is a complicated business, and it takes him nearly a full hour to get it set up to his liking, but anyone passing by should be inclined not to give the log so much as a second glance, and that should be more than enough in case Peter’s old team somehow picks up their trail.
It takes more out of him than he thought it would, though, and he’s looking a little weary by the time he finally trundles back into their hiding spot. ]
Sorry about that. Wards aren’t all that quick anyway, but I think I overestimated my own speed.
[ Peter spends the next hour or so in something of a haze, exhausted but forcing himself to stay awake in case he needs to act. The poultice Charlie applied to his wound helps to keep the pain from reverberating up and down his side, and while it still aches, shifting around to wake himself up isn’t nearly as painful as it could be.
At the tail end of an hour, Peter frowns; if it weren’t for the whisper of movement and the crunch of Charlie’s boots in the dirt, he would start worrying in earnest. As it is, when Charlie finally reenters the hollow tree, Peter studies him with a surprising sort of sharpness, despite the bleariness of his eyes – which means he immediately notices how drained Charlie looks. Peter straightens, giving Charlie another once-over. ]
You alright?
[ Because no matter how often he saw Charlie use his magic in the six months they spent together, Peter never could quite shake the guilt from that first evening when he saw the aftermath of Charlie pushing himself to the very edge of his limits. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
You know, when I figured you were going in for a quiet lifestyle, I didn't figure you'd become a hermit.
no subject
[ He flashes a small smile at Peter, brushing his thumb over the back of his hand again ]
But like I said, it got pretty lonely.
no subject
See? This is why you should've taken up farming. Would've had the animals for company.
[ Because that weird little feeling is too scary to explore, so he falls back on his default smart-ass mode, instead. ]
no subject
[ This is dangerous, sitting here like this, with Peter smiling at him like that. He might throw Peter's whole idea of a trial period out the window- hells, he might throw this whole thing out the window- if he gives in to the building temptation to kiss him. ]
no subject
And I'm pretty sure we also established you would've just yammered at them. Constantly. Hard for a guy to get a word in edgewise, when you're around.
no subject
[ Though he has been known to ramble now and again. It happens, especially when he's talking about magic. ]
no subject
So if I ask you about that illusion you made earlier, the copy of me. You won't end up talking for the rest of the night?
no subject
I guess that depends on what you want to know.
no subject
It was a decent likeness. That all came from your head?
[ An invitation of sorts, if Charlie really wants to talk about it, which he clearly does. ]
no subject
Pretty much. I basically took a mental image of you and projected it into the real world.
no subject
no subject
[ Granted, the fact that his thoughts near constantly drifted back to Peter in their time apart might have helped as well, but admitting to that probably bordered on creepy. ]
I’ll try not to do it again if I can help it. I know it freaked you out.
no subject
It’s fine.
[ Peter at least manages to sound more certain than he feels. ]
It worked, after all, right? [ As much to convince Charlie as himself, though his tone doesn’t betray much of that. ] Could’ve done with a bit more warning, though. Or at least a couple seconds to appreciate how devastatingly handsome I am.
no subject
Sorry. I was under the impression that we were kind of in a hurry. I can get you a mirror if that would make you feel better.
no subject
Always time to appreciate my good looks. Even if I’m running for my life.
[ He allows himself one quick little smirk before glancing at the opening of their little hideout. It’s as comfortable a place as any to camp out, especially with Peter exhausted by the crashing adrenaline and the wound in his back – tingling now, rather than actively throbbing. There are hours yet before sunset, though, and the part of him that’s spent all these years just surviving tells him it’s better to keep moving.
Peter takes a breath, rallying himself, and starts collecting his things. ]
Ought to keep moving.
no subject
Are you sure?
no subject
Unless you have a better idea?
no subject
Wizard, remember? I can put some wards up.
no subject
It helps, too, that exhaustion is well and truly settling in, and part of him thinks that if they start moving, they won’t get very far.
Peter lets out a quiet breath, leaning back against the rough wall of the tree. ]
Not gonna put a drain on you, is it?
no subject
Casting the spells might drain me a bit, but after that I’ll be fine. We’ll be resting anyway.
no subject
[ A tad reluctantly, even as he forces himself to relax a little. ]
Just... be careful. Don’t push yourself too much. You’ve already done a lot today.
no subject
[ He’s got power to spare, considering his magic never saw much use at the cabin. It kind of feels good to flex his magical muscles again, but he knows better than to overdo it. Laying the wards shouldn’t be too bad, and as long as they rest afterwards, he’ll be fine by morning.
But he still stalls for a moment, reluctant to leave Peter’s side or let go of his hand. Eventually he finds the motivation, brushing his thumb over Peter’s hand once more before pulling away. ]
I’ll be right back.
no subject
Just for a little while, he has to remind himself, and for a surreal second, he wants desperately to kick himself that he even needs the reminder. Stupid, he knows, to throw himself headlong into this partnership again; he needs to stay at least a little detached, just to stave off disappointment.
He forces himself to offer a small, wry smile. Lightly, ]
I’m not going anywhere.
[ Because now that he’s let himself get comfortable, now that he’s let himself acknowledge that he’s pretty spent, the idea of moving sounds like a pretty poor one. And because it bears repeating, ]
Be careful.
no subject
[ Though he says it with a slight roll of his eyes. It’s kind of cute how Peter’s being all protective, but Charlie’s not the one with the hole in his back.
He slips away, stepping outside of their little shelter. Laying wards is a complicated business, and it takes him nearly a full hour to get it set up to his liking, but anyone passing by should be inclined not to give the log so much as a second glance, and that should be more than enough in case Peter’s old team somehow picks up their trail.
It takes more out of him than he thought it would, though, and he’s looking a little weary by the time he finally trundles back into their hiding spot. ]
Sorry about that. Wards aren’t all that quick anyway, but I think I overestimated my own speed.
no subject
At the tail end of an hour, Peter frowns; if it weren’t for the whisper of movement and the crunch of Charlie’s boots in the dirt, he would start worrying in earnest. As it is, when Charlie finally reenters the hollow tree, Peter studies him with a surprising sort of sharpness, despite the bleariness of his eyes – which means he immediately notices how drained Charlie looks. Peter straightens, giving Charlie another once-over. ]
You alright?
[ Because no matter how often he saw Charlie use his magic in the six months they spent together, Peter never could quite shake the guilt from that first evening when he saw the aftermath of Charlie pushing himself to the very edge of his limits. ]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)