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hemlock grove - peter rumancek

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(To Lydia)
Hey, so. I don't suppose I could ask you to go shopping with me? I have a sudden and unexpected lack of clothes that fit. And I kind of need your advice with a few things. And I thought maybe we could do that talking thing.

(To Julie)
Help. The City turned me into a girl. Most of my clothes don't fit and I don't even know what to do about these things on my chest. Are they supposed to be this uncomfortable? Seriously, how do girls do this?

(To Stiles)
In the ongoing saga of the-city-fucking-hates-Peter, I'm a girl. I don't even fucking know. Can we hang out for a while and not talk about the fact that I have breasts?

(Public)
[The video frame is empty, but the voice, when it speaks is soft and decidedly feminine.]

Hey. City. You suck.

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With my luck lately? Impossible to tell.

[She explores the stores, asking Lydia's advice because Peter's sense of style was mostly culled from second-hand stores, and girl clothes are entirely out of his realm of knowledge anyway. She avoids anything too overly sexy or lacey, but isn't entirely against cute things. Seriously, if he's going to be stuck as a girl, like, breasts and everything, it couldn't hurt to flaunt a little, right?]

He was staring. Roman, I mean. This morning.

[Peter doesn't even know where to start. This whole being a girl just makes this whole thing so much more of a head fuck. And somehow looking at racks of shirts seems maybe not the worst place to talk about Roman, even if she's still not one-hundred-percent she actually wants to.]

Well, he would. You're pretty gorgeous. But I can understand how that might make things a feel a little complicated to you.

[Lydia will do her level best to recruit Peter to Team Miniskirt, but in the end she'll default to whatever makes the other girl comfortable. But seriously, Peter: show dem gams.]

I mean, everything's already complicated. They got really weird for a couple days after that whole... internet history thing, and I thought things were back to normal.

[She neglects to point out that 'normal' was still fucked up beyond all belief. And Peter is pretty easy to recruit, even if she seems unsure at first. They're not all that bad, and as long as it's not leather or something... She can do this.]

I think I kind of like him, you know.

[As if Lydia hadn't figured that out, but maybe it needed saying anyway.]

I know.

I kind of like him too, but I don't think it's on the same level as your feelings.

I tried so hard not to. I was a dick to him, I'd push him away, I tried breaking things off with him after which he promptly OD'd himself into a coma.

Shit. We hurt each other. Sometimes it's like it's almost the only thing we're good at.

[Well, a lot of this is new information, but Lydia's got a totally pro pokerface.]

Feelings pretty much can't be helped. How much does he know?

[Peter looks at her, but doesn't catch it. He really doesn't know how much she knows about Roman, what he should or shouldn't say. They're volatile, but at least for Peter's part, it's like he can't fight it.]

I don't know. I haven't told him or anything, and Roman can be as oblivious as he wants to be.

[It's compounded by the fact that Lydia doesn't know how much Peter knows, and while she bets it's a lot, she doesn't know for certain.]

Do you want to tell him?

I don't know. Maybe? I mean, shit. He like you. And I don't want everything to get fucked again.

[Which is maybe a lot like cowardice. She has never been the sort for bravery. It's all been stolen from Roman, at the end of the day. Entitled richboy always braver than the gypsy wolf that only knows how to run.]

And I like him, but not at the level that you do. Roman isn't my boyfriend, and I've got no say in who he gets involved with. The question is, do you want to have a say in who he's involved with?

[You know what these girls need? Mani-pedis. Because grrl, you got yourself some gnarly toes, Miss Peter.]

[Shit. When she put it like that, it was a hard thing to admit to, made Peter shift a little bit uncomfortably. Because yeah, she kind of did. Fucked up as it was with everything that was between them.] Yeah, I kinda do. Fuck.

[So, yes, mani-pedis. Peter's never had one before, but, he's kind of decided he's just going to follow Lydia's lead today. And yeah, okay, her toes could totally use one.]

[Mani-pedis are actually a pretty relaxing thing as far as Lydia's concerned.]

Okay. So the next question is, what are you going to do if he says yes? And what are you going to do if he says no? Is the risk worth the potential reward?

[Casually,]

Do you want me to stop seeing him?

[Surprisingly relaxing, really. It kind of reminds him of his mother's hand massages that way. Kind of awesome, not that Peter would admit to enjoying being pampered. Gypsy, werewolf, lived in the dirt and the leaves of the forests of the world.]

I don't know, kiss his stupid mouth. [It's actually affectionate more than anything, interest.] But, really, if I'd figured that part out, I'd know what to do. This whole thing wouldn't be so fucked.

[She looks at Lydia at the question, and it takes a moment before she answers.]

No. I mean, I'd rather it was you than someone else. You're... safe.

I'm not exactly sure what that means? But I also suspect you can't quite define it either.

There's no perfect solution for this. But I can tell you that hiding your feelings doesn't really do anybody any good that I've seen.

So, what? I should just tell him I like him and that I want to makeout?

He'd probably punch me. I don't think he, you know. Even likes boys.

[He's just gonna scratch fingers at his neck because it's a really weird subject to discuss with his body as it is.]

I don't know if he does or not.

I guess you need to decide if what you have with him is good enough for you. If it's not, you need to tell him how you feel. Because existing in an emotional vacuum will just make it miserable. I can't give you an answer, and I wish I could.

Yeah, well, I'm stubborn anyway. No telling if I'd listen even if you could give me an answer.

[It's a little bit teasing, but also a lot honest. Peter was that sort of boy where telling him what to do, that he was making a bad decision just made him more certain of it. Maybe it's that whole werewolf arrogance.]

I'll figure it out. I mean, it's weird, but things are so much easier here.

Let me know when you do? I don't want to crap on your feelings one way or the other, but I also may not know you're upset unless you tell me.

Yeah. I'll keep you in the loop. I just, I don't know where things are. After the last curse I wasn't sure he even wanted to see me again.

I think you'd be underestimating how much he cares about you if you honestly believed that. I'd have to smack you on the head. Don't make me smack you on the head, mmkay?

It's hard to know what he feels. Hell, it's hard to know what I feel. Things were so fucked before we ended up here. I fucked them up, too.

But, uh, yeah. I'm good without the head-smacking, thanks.

You know you're into him. Don't over-complicate things beyond that right now. Just see how you feel once it's all out in the open.

Yeah, I know. We just have a lot of history. And it's not all good.

[He sighs, shakes his head.]

Stop being so glum. He's clearly at minimum inclined to stay friends, so whatever your history is, it's not insurmountable.

Yeah, I guess you're right. We used to.. share dreams? Which sounds like the most dumbshit, romance novel for preteens who like vampires that sparkle in sunlight sort of thing.

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