Summary: Martin liked to think he possessed a decent grasp of social etiquette. ‘Polite’ was one of the first words people reached for when describing him (he suspected the other first words were less flattering), and his good manners had often been remarked upon in report cards and performance reviews. Unfortunately, anything he’d ever learned about appropriate behaviour seemed to fly out the window with Peter Lukas.
Notes: Martin gets something good out of working for Peter, like he deserves.
Summary: “I’m sorry,” said Peter. “I think I misheard you, Martin. You won’t help save the world?”
Martin sighed, heavy and long-suffering. He was always short on patience when it came to Peter, and Peter had made little effort to alleviate that feeling.
Note: The PeterMartin thoughts continue.
Summary: The first time he wore a dress, he was seven. His sister, Judith, had just been ousted from the family and he had decided to pick through what belongings she hadn’t had the time to stuff into a suitcase. He’d always been fond of her long, black dresses; how they undulated like waves in the wind, and he intended to add them to his own wardrobe.
Peter likes to wear pretty things. Other people also like him wearing pretty things.
Note: I’ve had this in my drafts for a while, so enjoy! There’s more LonelyEyes and PeterMartin to come!
