A/N: Britishisms are all mine, and bear in mind, although it might not be important, I've only seen up to halfway though series 2. Also, I really will do my best to have Claire's part up (relatively) quickly, it'll be much longer though, but considering I wrote this in an evening, I'm sure it won't take too long… This really did take on a mind of it's own by the way.
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1. Peter
When he is this close to her, he can see her eyes in all their perfect clarity.
He sees the shades of moss, which seem to change constantly. Depth endless, reminding him not of grassy fields and shaded trees, but simply, the universe.
Everlasting.
Eternal.
Claire.
Peter doesn't have the chance to get lost in her eyes often, and so when he does he savours every second, a strange occurrence for two immortals.
The bar she chose to grace with her presence earlier in the evening is nearly empty, save a few loners and a couple in a corner booth. The remainder of Claire's tears have dried, and Peter is relieved; no one looks good whilst crying, but he thinks her tears gave her a delicately ethereal aura.
One which he couldn't help but be drawn to, with Claire, he is used to that, but when she cries, it is all he can do to not reach out and drag her into his hold.
The couple in the booth are becoming increasingly touchy feely, and Peter can feel Claire's gaze on them, see the envy reflected in her eyes and suddenly the desire to hear her thoughts nearly overwhelms him. He knows if he keeps thinking about it, soon enough he'll have no choice but to listen, so he too turns slightly to watch the couple.
Earlier in the evening Angela Petrelli brought the daughter of a senior politician to Petrelli family dinner, with the pretence of catching up with old friends. Strangely enough, the rest of her family weren't there with her…
She has a mane of flowing chocolate brown hair, twinkling eyes of the exact same shade, and a well proportioned, pretty face. She's a stunning girl, Peter thinks, a would be 'target' for any other man. Angela seats them beside each other, and with a glint in her eye remarks isn't it funny how they went to the same college, and at the same time? The rest of the evening follows in a similar fashion; Angela's remarks and the nameless Girl's tinkling, although somewhat awkward, laugh.
When Nathan and Heidi realise her plan has backfired, they prepare to surrender quietly. Angela, nonetheless, plunders on, unwilling to accept defeat. But why would she ever do any differently?
Peter isn't fooled as to why she does.
Not once he catches the look Claire masks just a second too late.
Reviews spur me on! You all ready for part two?! This seriously is Peter/Claire btw, just... different, haha. ;)