[A grand improvement from Leo's first attempts. Before all he achieved were... Things, stained and twisted by black magic. Untethered between life and death. Things that cried out in anguish at their summoning. More strange viscera woven together out of Leo's determination to make something stick.
Now Peter lay in his arms, whole, beyond a few visual defects. He's breathing evenly, cleanly. He's real and steady.
Peter just blinks a little, brows knitting together as he tries to take that all in.]
Home- but... how..?[He raises a hand, fingertips stained slightly black as he presses the butt of his palm against his normal looking eye.] This feels like a conversation that involves pants. I dunno if I can walk right now.
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Now Peter lay in his arms, whole, beyond a few visual defects. He's breathing evenly, cleanly. He's real and steady.
Peter just blinks a little, brows knitting together as he tries to take that all in.]
Home- but... how..?[He raises a hand, fingertips stained slightly black as he presses the butt of his palm against his normal looking eye.] This feels like a conversation that involves pants. I dunno if I can walk right now.