*sadly* i see you have gone over to the dark side. OH WELL I STILL LOVE YOU.
the last time, susan was the one who saw peter get caught, shoved up a wall with his hands being cuffed behind his back, his rights being read to him. this time it's not a wall, but the hood of a police car, and she winces for him.
miraz looks satisfied as the police officer steps back and miraz puts his hand lightly on the small of peter's back, keeping him pressed down. "i know you stole my money," he says in peter's ear. "i don't know how, but i know you did it, and you won't be able to hide from me forever. consider this just the start of my payback."
"what money?" peter says, his voice muffled. "did you lose something?"
miraz snarls, twists a hand in peter's hair and raises his head up to slam it down against the hood. the police officers look away.
"get the hell away from him!" susan snarls, catching miraz by the collar. punching him in the face is far more satisfying than it probably should be, but oh well. it's probably a sign of something she doesn't want to examine too closely.
miraz puts a hand to his face, looking shocked, and says, "susan..."
she takes a great deal of satisfaction of taking off her coat, her shoes, her jewelry, letting her hair down -- when she shimmies out of her dress the police officers look much more interested, and peter says, "you can have my coat if you want, su. although the nice cops here will have to uncuff me first."
miraz is looking too shocked to say anything as she stands there in bra and underwear, and she'd take that off too -- seven hundred dollars of lingerie bought and paid for by miraz -- except she's not going to give anyone more of a free show than they've already gotten.
the cops uncuff peter long enough to get his coat off. when they move to cuff him again, he holds up one finger and says, "hold on," and takes off his slacks and shirt, passing them over to her. he's in black pants and t-shirt beneath, and susan can see miraz taking that in as she dresses quickly, putting on the coat first and taking off bra and underwear to toss on top of the pile of clothes in front of him. peter's pants are too big, and she has to tie the belt off, but somehow she feels much more free when she's wearing her brother's clothes instead of miraz. free for multiple reasons.
"now, susan," miraz begins, and susan slaps him again.
"we are over," she says. she steps over towards peter and puts a hand on his bruised face. "i'll write you a letter," she says at last, and peter grins.
"send a package," he suggests. "i know you can bake, even if ed can't."
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the last time, susan was the one who saw peter get caught, shoved up a wall with his hands being cuffed behind his back, his rights being read to him. this time it's not a wall, but the hood of a police car, and she winces for him.
miraz looks satisfied as the police officer steps back and miraz puts his hand lightly on the small of peter's back, keeping him pressed down. "i know you stole my money," he says in peter's ear. "i don't know how, but i know you did it, and you won't be able to hide from me forever. consider this just the start of my payback."
"what money?" peter says, his voice muffled. "did you lose something?"
miraz snarls, twists a hand in peter's hair and raises his head up to slam it down against the hood. the police officers look away.
"get the hell away from him!" susan snarls, catching miraz by the collar. punching him in the face is far more satisfying than it probably should be, but oh well. it's probably a sign of something she doesn't want to examine too closely.
miraz puts a hand to his face, looking shocked, and says, "susan..."
she takes a great deal of satisfaction of taking off her coat, her shoes, her jewelry, letting her hair down -- when she shimmies out of her dress the police officers look much more interested, and peter says, "you can have my coat if you want, su. although the nice cops here will have to uncuff me first."
miraz is looking too shocked to say anything as she stands there in bra and underwear, and she'd take that off too -- seven hundred dollars of lingerie bought and paid for by miraz -- except she's not going to give anyone more of a free show than they've already gotten.
the cops uncuff peter long enough to get his coat off. when they move to cuff him again, he holds up one finger and says, "hold on," and takes off his slacks and shirt, passing them over to her. he's in black pants and t-shirt beneath, and susan can see miraz taking that in as she dresses quickly, putting on the coat first and taking off bra and underwear to toss on top of the pile of clothes in front of him. peter's pants are too big, and she has to tie the belt off, but somehow she feels much more free when she's wearing her brother's clothes instead of miraz. free for multiple reasons.
"now, susan," miraz begins, and susan slaps him again.
"we are over," she says. she steps over towards peter and puts a hand on his bruised face. "i'll write you a letter," she says at last, and peter grins.
"send a package," he suggests. "i know you can bake, even if ed can't."