September 2024

Day one of lonelyeyesweek: Letters.
Dear Peter.
I am writing this to you to let you know you must attend the next funding party at the institute. Not only because I asked you to, but because I had Nathaniel call me and tell me to let you know there is a wedding coming soon and he cannot get a hold of you by any other means.
Apparently it’s big enough of a deal for him to request my help and since you wont pick up your emergency phone or answer the emails you have been sent, it has fallen to me to write you a letter.
Anyhow, you must return back to London by September, no exceptions.
With love, your beloved Husband Elias Bouchard.
Ps: If you tear this letter down and miss either the wedding or party, rest assured you will not be welcome to the flat or Mooreland.

Day two of lonelyeyesweek: Photos

Despite what you may think, Mooreland has plenty of photos, it’s in fact one of the worst family traditions they have. The photo day. Peter has loathed it since childhood and has hated it even more how he could walk across the hallways and see photos of people he didn’t recognize, not more than for a vague sense of dejavu at their faces.
They all wore the same fancy clothes for picture day, the boys and their little suits and the girls with their long dresses and fancy hairstyles. It’s meant to make you feel even more isolated, and it works surprisingly well. To have a wall covered in photos of family that you don’t know and you are aware you cannot remember, that’s not even counting on the fact that there are photos of people long gone, As a child before comprehending the how’s of why that was possible, he just thought they were quite spooky. their faces in those imagenes half erased as if by some sort of force.
The portraits were another thing that instantly sent him on edge even more than the photos. Generations of Lukas all over the walls, judging him as you moved across hallways and the main living room. It made him feel seen and it made him want to disappear even more.

Day three of lonelyeyes week: Possesion
Once the funeral is done, Elias says goodbye to Nathaniel and drags Peter out with him to the car. He drove the way back to London while his husband looked like he was about to melt away into fog in the passenger seat. Elias talks, forcing him to remain present, he is not disappearing.
Especially today, because after the past few days, despite the fact he should not be dealing with this along with his own blasted problems at work, Elias wants to get this over with. His mind has decided what Peter needs, regardless of what the other thinks, Elias will do as he pleases and get a good time out of it. For the two of them really.
What Peter needs is someone to take care of him regardless of whether he wants it or not. What he needs is to not be in charge of his decisions for a little bit because clearly he is not capable of being rational. Peter needs to calm the fuck down and get absolutely messed up in every way there is so he can fucking shut up and mellow out. That’s it. Basically, he needs to get mind blowing sex.