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All Children Grow, Except One |
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Hullo there! My name is Peter....just Peter. I was born in 1943, during the second Great War. I'm a ..well, a decomissioned war fort. I was designed to take care of and protect Arthur Kirkland. Of course....that's not how things are now, but that's okay. As long as you aren't mean or a jerk, I'd be willing to play for a little while! Or a long while, if you want! ((This is an RP account for Fort Roughs!Peter Kirkland. I'm not Sealand, though, so please don't call him that)) |
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— @fortroughs
“Mmh,” Peter nods, scuffling his feet as he looks away. After a moment, he reaches up. “Ah! Uhm, piggyback?” — @fortroughs
“I didn’t do much,” the boy frowned, rocking back and forth on his feet. “I didn’t do much at all, sir. But I did try, and that’s what counted.”
Uhm…we can do whatever you want. /sudden SHY AND NOT SURE WHAT TO DO /so kind of cuddles there and ughuuhhh
tranada asked : Okay, story time for Prince Peter. -He looked around.- Alright, you ready? ((It's fine sweetie, shhhhhh))
[he smiles up at the other, nodding his head] Yes sir. — @fortroughs
“Yes sir, ‘m alright,” Peter assured, fidgeting. “I—I wear this sailor uniform because it’s what Arthur gave me, when I was a war fort. So I like wearing it. I’m a soldier, though, not a sailor.”
… I promise, I won’t let anyone else know. [he nods, letting himself be rocked. He avoids the question as best he can, instead choosing to keep himself occupied with staring up at Frankie’s eyes.] And I know. I promise.
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- me: OH My GOD BLESS You THANK YOU SO MuCH I hOPE ALL OF YOUR DREAMS cOME TRUE BECAUSE YOu'VE MADE MinE COME TRUE
— @fortroughs
“…sailor?” Peter mumbles, shifting his feet. He looks up and smiles at the other, trying hard to do his best. “Ah, okay!”
/he takes the bowl, though he doesn’t really feel the heat, and starts to eat, slowly at first/ …mmh. ‘s good, thank you.
… It’s not okay to be sad. [and there it is, a bigger smile. He nuzzles against Frankie, hiding his face in the other’s chest] It’s okay. I know you’ll be safe and be good and I know that you love me so it’s okay.
… /peeks up/ I’m awake. — @fortroughs
No sir! [he shakes his head, waving his hand in the air] I just—lately, I just—and—no sir! Not at all! [he frowns seriously] I just want to be with you an’…an’ I don’t know…
Uh huh. /he nuzzles against the other, just kind of…petting at his head and pressing his face into Alexandru’s shirt. He doesn’t really know what to say or what to do so he’s just kind of chilling. Mmmh. Okay. I will. |
[Peter had made a good friend in the little one. The new one, Tayrus. The one he had found and brought back to Alexandru’s home. He was proud of that, and he loved having the new child around.
It made him feel a bit more mature, like a big kid, even if Tayrus was a bit older then he was, at least physically. But that didn’t matter to him. Because Tayrus cried often for his mama, or someone far away, and he was always alone. Peter wanted to help him, and that’s just what he did. He always held the small Lithuanian when he cried, and made sure to wipe the tears away with a smile.
Today, however, he was on an important mission. He was going to read to Tayrus like he had promised before.
Gathering up a big book he had brought with him—because Alexandru didn’t have children’s books—he toddled into the living room, calling for his friend]
Tayrus! Hey, Tayrus?
Are you there?