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( peтer parĸer ) ᴛʜᴇ AMAZING sᴘɪᴅᴇʀ-ᴍᴀɴ ([personal profile] webdesigned) wrote in [community profile] logsville 2020-12-18 04:32 am (UTC)

( isn't it that deep? well, probably not. but after only a handful of months, it still feels too raw. Gwen loved hot chocolate, if the thermostat dipped below 30 then it was impossible to spot her without a cup in her hand, whether she was studying or wandering the streets of Manhattan or balanced on his aunt's hideous plaid couch. Peter honestly had never gotten it, he always preferred coffee, but now that Gwen is gone the memories of her hang on him like a weight. guilt and ghosts are pervasive, and while it might not make sense to anyone else, he's too fresh out of mourning to kick himself for his own dramatics.

that doesn't mean he doesn't feel at least a little dumb for the instant relief when he manages to foist the festive concoction off on someone else.
)

Just be glad it's not fruitcake, ( Peter says, already feeling a little less dour, recovered enough to make a dumb joke. ) I'm not well versed in traditions, anyway. Technically I'm Jewish, but I'm guessing there's not a magic doorway to a Hanukkah Village anywhere.

( obviously, Judaism was still a thing in 1960s. but WASP seemed to be the more socially acceptable sort of individual to be, and Peter is... not that. it makes him feel like even more of a sore thumb stuck in Winter Wonderland, though feeling like he doesn't blend in is absolutely not a new sensation since arrival here. before then really, but it's even worse in Santa Rosita. )

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