VIDEO. OPEN TO SEELIE & UNSEELIE

[infame]

[It's with great, great smugness that Peter opens his locket. He smiles, quite serenely; this is an open invitation, not to both courts, but to those who know him specifically. He smiles with all his teeth - is reclining quite comfortably in his room. He's packed a bag, intending to leave in the next few days, but no one need know that. ]

Good evening - I've come into quite a bit of luck, recently. Good news should be shared, as my older sister would say.

[There's a mischievous edge to his entire face. For a moment, he pauses. ]

I had known that our monarchs were generous, but I hadn't quite believed it until I experienced it first hand.

[At this, his eyes change. They glow red, his teeth just shy of fangs. He's positively brimming with elation. Hardly had to lift a finger. Hardly had to scheme at all and he's gotten what he wanted. Not a single drop of blood shed; he's sure Derek and Talia would both be so proud. ]

The eyes do come with a few draw backs, but none that I can't fix.

[It feels so good to be back in action. ] Anyway, I really ought to go. Consider this my Unseelie propaganda duty.

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[infame]

When you lose your mind and spend six years in your own head, get back to me.

[teenyoda]

And this is why you're an asshole. Six years talking to just yourself was enough to drive you to kill everyone you knew? Way to be a sport. Real champion there, Petey boy. You get stuck in your head and your first thoughts coming out are, 'Hey, I think I'll kill my niece'.

[infame]

[His first instinct is to spit fuck you, but he's got manners. He's furious, his eyes burning red and for a moment there's a snarl. There's a guttural sound, feral and frightening. He's tired of explaining himself. He's tired of being accused of being heartless. He's so tired of these ridiculous teenagers are their lack of comprehension.

Derek, he can take this from. Derek? He deserves this from Derek. He deserves this from Cora. But Stiles, Lydia and Allison - they don't understand anything.

He breathes. His eyes fade to blue. He exhales. He ends the conversation without a word.]