changehistory: (Are you kidding me?)
Noon. Tomorrow. Times Square.

Someone tell Mohinder to stop whining about the cold.
changehistory: (I need you to believe)
Yes, I know it's 19 days away, BUT, for those of you not paying attention (of which I am sure there are more than a few): Susan Boyle will be performing!!! Therefore, it's rather imperative we get there even earlier than we usually do.

It's Tuesday, November 30th this year. I think we probably should have lunch down there or something to make sure we get prime spots without having to have Sylar murder anyone. Just joking, Peter. Sort of.

And, just think, Baileigh! Sark! We can teach Irina how to ice skate!!!!!
changehistory: (...Oh?)
Consider this your T-minus 2 week countdown, people.
changehistory: (BW Manipulation)
We have a castle.

And Halloween is this weekend.

This really deserves something epic, yes? I mean, the party in the bank vault was spectacular, I think we can all agree, but we have a fucking castle.

Also a mansion with a secret tunnel, but I think the castle wins.
changehistory: ([Peter] Kissage)
Adam and Peter's wedding is underway over here. If you're in the verse, or connected to it, or friends of the grooms' come on over! The more the merrier. <3
changehistory: ([Peter] Kissage)
Everyone's ready to head to Massachusetts, right? Right. I know you all are. I know no one has forgotten that Peter and I are getting married Saturday, right?

Rooms for the family, rehearsal dinner, ceremony and reception are all booked and arranged here.

We're heading up Friday, as I assume there will be bachelor parties tomorrow night. ;-)

Just a friendly last-minute because mun has been so crazy busy reminder!
changehistory: ([Sylar]  Deal between devils)
At the townhouse, there's just a nice, touching birthday card with a PS note saying to come over to the mansion for his gift. Apparently Adam was...being Adam, as per usual.

At the mansion, however, it becomes apparent why, because, really, he couldn't really wrap the full men's set of golf clubs without looking tacky, and he had to build anticipation somehow.

Attached to the clubs is a note:


I know you don't play, but you're a quick study. Last summer, the puppy and I kept getting stuck with other twosomes, unless Nathan was there, in which case we kept getting stuck with some lame single who wanted to make friends, and, really, you can see how that would impede our natural flow of conversation. We'd really far, far rather have you along with us, and if Nathan's not there, can make them let us go as just a threesome.

If you like, I've arranged for lessons with the golf pro, too, at the club nearest the house in the Hamptons. I figured it would be something we three could do together this summer, and for many summers to come. Maybe it's not bloodbaths and world domination schemes, but, me, more deals get done on the fairways than back alleys. ;-)

Happy birthday, my friend.


[ooc: Assume in Verse That Needs a Name he got a card and a gift certificate to dinner in the nearest city for him and Melissa 'cause, um, Adam doesn't quite know him so well there, but figured he and Melissa might like a night out on the town away from all the ticking? ;-)]
changehistory: ([Baileigh] [Sark] 3some)
Adam's still in Canada, like most of the family probably, so he makes sure the following gets delivered to Baileigh and Sark's hotel room, along with a bouquet of flowers.

He's totally taking a card out of Sark's deck, even if he's usually more creative, and there is a little blue box. Attached is a gift card for a spa day in the hotel spa, and an offer to babysit, as well as the following note in her card:

Happy birthday, sweetheart. I'd have offered more of myself for the evening, but being a respectable engaged man, and you a married woman and a mother, I thought perhaps a piece of jewelry reminding you how loved you always are, was more politic.

Love always,
changehistory: (Adorable modern smile)
Singer Castle on Dark Island is for sale.

It has secret passageways.

I want.


...It could be a nice base for the new Company...


Family Legacy

...Look how fortified it is.

/Family Legacy

More info on the castle. Clearly we'd stop the tours.

And a lovely image, under the cut.

It's on an island. With secret passageways. )

Selling narrative:

Secret passageways abound in this early 20th century castle near the Canadian border. It was originally built for the president of the Singer Sewing Machine Co., Frederick G. Bourne, by renowned architect Ernest Flagg. The five-story, 28-room castle, aptly named Singer Castle, has stone spiral staircases, copper gutters and a castle dungeon. Uniquely situated on one of the St. Lawrence Seaway’s Thousand Islands, the property offers two boathouses, a beach and a sizable squash court.
changehistory: ([Angela] BW)
Sometimes when the night stretched out long before him, he thought of her in that big house, all alone, and what might have been, had fortune and fate smiled on them, and wondered if she ever sat and dreamed about him, too.
changehistory: ([Peter] - fear me love me do as I say)
You felt the coldness in my eyes,
It's something I'm not revealing.
Though you got used to my disguise,
You can't shake this awful feeling.

It's the me that I let you know,
Cause' I'll never show,
I have my reasons.
I hate to say that I told you so,
But I told you so.

There's blood on my hands like the blood in you.
Some things can't be treated so,
Don't make me, Don't make me be myself around you.

For long stretches of time, it's easy to hide, to slip into the mask he's crafted for the younger man. Peter makes it easy to smile, after all, to let the lighter side of his personality slip out. His faith, his belief in humanity, even after so many times of seeing darkness, is light a beacon shining in the shadows of Adam's world, and for a time it's easy to cling to that, to use it as a guiding light to steer his way. He laughs, he jokes, he lets the cynicism slide and the centuries slip away as if they aren't dragging him down into some darker abyss of his own creating.

Sometimes he even wants so badly to be that mask, to slip it on permanently, and he wonders if he wears it long enough if it will be truth. Then something happens, some word rubs over his temper or some news article reminds him of too many memories dragging at his consciousness, or he wakes shaking from one of the constant nightmares that lives in his mind, and the shadows rise up again. Dreams of blood, dreams of destruction, dreams of glory, dreams of what should be, dreams of vengeance. He remembers what could and should be, and he wonders why this naive boy cannot see it, cannot see him, and temper flares again, ice cold and cutting in its boundless fury. Sometimes just a moment, sometimes longer, but it has to run its course before he can wrap himself back into the guise of the warm, congenial lover again.

Most times he tries to hide it from Peter, but others...others there's a reckless desire to see just what he'll let him get away with, how much of him he can handle.

He fears the answer is not enough.

Straight from your eyes it's barely me.
Beautifully so disfigured.
This other side that you can't see,
Just praying you won't remember.

Feel the pain that I never show,
And I hope you know,
It's never healing.
I hate to say that I told you so, but I told you so.

There's blood on my hands like the blood in you.
Some things can't be treated so,
Don't make me, Don't make me be myself around you.

How Peter has forgiven him, he already cannot understand. What he did was not something Peter can forgive, he thinks, not really. He seems to have accepted it, though, and Adam wonders if Peter thinks he believes it was wrong, that Adam has seen the errors of his ways, repented, been redeemed. Is it repentance that earns forgiveness, and would that acceptance even be stripped away if the boy knew how he ached for what was loss and the chances that slipped away.

He isn't broken, he protests, but he knows that's not true, and there are pieces of him lost in time that can't ever be put back together. Too much loss, too many betrayals, too many broken dreams, too much anger, too much hate. Not even Peter's light can heal it all, even if it is a soothing balm. If the boy ever realized...ever knew...ever really saw...

Adam is sure he'd lose him, lose all they have, lose the one sanctuary where he thinks, perhaps, he can rest, and at least pretend to be like them. Understanding doesn't come easy, and he doubts it's sincerity in the face of the full truth, so he keeps the carefully crafted mask. He says the right things, expresses the right emotions, tries to be the person Peter believes him to be, needs him to be. Maybe if he keeps it up, one day he'll believe it, as well.

But Peter pokes, pries, tries to make him open up, be more authentic, let him in, let him see the man behind the mask, and Adam is forced to wonder if his memory is just that short-term or if he really doesn't understand just how tragic that would be for the both of them. Because the day Peter really realizes the man he's let into his life and heart is the day Adam's sure will be their last.
changehistory: (Brooding)
Everything's booked the weekend we wanted to do it, so we've moved the wedding to August 14. We'll be going to Massachusetts, so I'll do my best to get rooms booked for the family, at least.

I'm still not convinced it wasn't some sort of conspiracy to make us wait.

In the meantime--everyone's still got their passports in decent shape from last year to get to Canada in two weeks for Mohinder and Sylar, yes?
changehistory: ([Hiro] --More than a friend)
"Your worst enemy could be your best friend, and your best friend your worst enemy." - Bob Marley

Three hundred and fortyish years was a very long time to carry something--a grudge, a hurt, a remorse, a hope. It didn't matter what, really, except that it lay there inside of him, fine for a decade or so, and then flaring up with a flash of pain so searing that it was clear time was not taking the edge off of anything. Everything had gone so wrong. For the first time in his life, he'd known what it meant to be someone to someone else, to be admired, to be a friend, to have a mission--a purpose. He'd belonged, even as an outsider in a country that was never going to be his, when he could no longer bring himself to return to his own. Had he overreacted? Undoubtedly, if it were about the girl, but gods. It was never about the girl, not truly.

"We did make a good team, you and I. You showed me how to be to a hero, how to love... and then you took it all away."

He would never have looked at Yaeko, much, save for Hiro's insistence it was his destiny. If he were truly, desperately, honest--he hadn't been looking much at Yaeko, anyway. The strange young man from the future drew him, with his stories of Kensei and the man he was supposed to be. He didn't have words for what he wanted, not really, not then, or for what he was feeling, but he'd have done--had done--just about anything for him, to get him to smile.

And then he'd taken it all away, ripped off the mask and proven the lie beneath and God, but after so long that shouldn't still sting. Adam wasn't sure he was even angry anymore (though each time he tried to convince himself he wasn't, he felt the words tumbling around like all the other lies in his head). But he wasn't angry about Yaeko. He was angry about...he didn't have the words for it, not really, not until the moment he watched Hiro marry Claire, and felt that snapping line in his head that slipped around and hit with a sting that hurt more than it should have after so long, after so many loves in between, after finding someone he wanted to spend the rest of his life--what an amazing concept, that--with.

He hadn't been good enough, he thought. And for nearly three and a half centuries, the lack of it, the hurt of it, the rejection of it had festered, echoing in each repetition, each betrayal, each loss until it was magnified beyond all measure, and he didn't know how to extricate it anymore. It wasn't all Hiro's fault, not by a long shot. Adam had made his choices, and others' had made theirs, never even knowing of the strange young man yet to be born in some distant future Adam only dreamed about. But somehow, every time he looked at him, it all came crashing back, like some overwhelming sense of failure, of not enough, of all he had to fight back against to be someone, to make something of himself, to prove them all wrong.

The friend had become an enemy, and the enemy had become a symbol, and try as he might Adam didn't know how to turn the symbol back into a friend.
changehistory: ([Peter] -- Here we go again)
...It got a little long, and I didn't know if it would fit in the comments, esp repeatedly. >.>

Adam/Peter: Salvation )
changehistory: (Bright smile)
The puppy got a puppy. It's fantastic. No, really. See:

1) He can no longer bitch and moan about being called the puppy.

2) Clearly there need to be more of us running around making your world better, yes?

I think this one's going to need a lot of training, though, for all that he looks good with a gun.
changehistory: ([Angela] [Peter] Hallelujah)
This is potentially the most ridiculous question ever asked. My partner's family...god. My partner's family, you see, turns out to be my family. Or, no, not turns out to be, because...I knew it was a possibility when I started falling in love with him. I knew there was a chance...

And, no, before anyone asks, he and I are not related. There's no blood or DNA we share.

But the situation is...complicated, and it always will be complicated, and I cannot change that. I cannot change what I am, that I am a man who does not age, who moves through time without having it touch me, that I have loved before, and that I loved...that once upon a time I loved his mother. That maybe there is a substantial part of me that still does. I'm not someone who stops loving when I have fallen. We had a child, she and I--his half brother. We have grandchildren--his nieces and nephews. The secrets are out, now, and everyone knows. He has to live with the fact that he's dating his mother's ex, and his brother's father, and "complicated" is actually a very mild word.

Add in the fact that his mother and I haven't exactly had the most...stellar of records for honesty in the past, and that there are more wounds there, and some days I have no idea what the fucking hell he's doing with me. Shall we review, in brief, how I get along with his family? See if it counts as "good terms"?

His mother: We were lovers for near on 14 years. I count her, still, as one of the loves of my life. We plotted to destroy the world together, for purposes we still believe were good ones, though we may have come to disagree on the level of destruction necessary to achieve our purposes. I may have tried to kill her with my pet telepath. She may have told our son how to kill me and that he should do so. I still love her. I'm fairly certain part of her still loves me. I chose him. She accepts that fact. We're speaking. We all got along well for the holidays. On the other hand, I bought her a necklace that cost more than a small house, so I say that might have been a bit over the top, but...all right, all in all, on good terms?

His elder brother: Hated me for ages for using Peter. Threw a few punches. Exchanged more than a few insults. Found out I was his father. Wasn't overly pleased at that at first. Seems to be coming around to the idea, though, and wanting to spend time with me, and lets me see his children and be in their lives, so...I think we're getting there?

His twin: My BFF. Probably feels as uncomfortable as a new member of the family structure as I do, as we were both cast out of it for decades, but, we're coming to terms with it, and though he was royally pissed at me lately for certain...actions I took that weren't all that advisable, we seem to have made up.

His niece: My granddaughter. My protege. She's never really had a problem with me, despite everyone trying to turn her against me for a while. She was the first to realize what we were to each other, to accept me as part of the family, and we've been close for a while, bonded by our mutual ability, one no one else fully grasps, even the others who have acquired them. There's something to it, when it's just yours, when it is what you were born with, and it bonds us.

His nephews: Monty seems to adore me. Ninja swords and pirate stories work well for that. Simon, I'm less certain of, but I don't think he dislikes me...

His nephew-in-law and one of his best friends: Oh dear god, don't get me started. My first love who married my granddaughter; who betrayed me for another; who built me up into believing I was something special to him, then took it away; who buried me alive and left me there to go mad...Honestly, I have no idea what terms we are on from day to day. I have...forgiven as best I am able, and I believe he has, as well, and sometimes I see the glimmer of the friends we once were, but then he married Claire, and now...I do not know again. I can't think about it.

So. It's complicated, but honestly, it isn't so much his family I worry nearly as much about as it is him. How he will take my entanglement in his family's life, the more he thinks about it. If he ever realizes how much his mother meant, and still means, to me. I gave her up, I chose him, and I've no regret there. She and I hurt each other too deeply to ever go back to what we were, before, but what we were...I don't think he knows, and I worry if he ever understands, ever grasps it, ever fully understands it. He's taken so much from me, put up with so much, forgiven so much...

Sometimes I wonder when enough will be enough, and what will be the final straw.
changehistory: ([Peter] -- Here we go again)
It might be the Christmas season, but this is one day Adam takes out of his holiday festivities to celebrate the birth of someone he finds far more special than Christ--however sacrilegious that might sound.
changehistory: (Adorable modern smile)

Peter )

Peter & Nathan )

Nathan )

Nathan & Alisha )

Angela )

Claire )

Hiro )

Monty )

Simon )

Baileigh )

Sark )

Irina )

Sylar & Mohinder )

Molly )

Matt )
changehistory: ([Peter] MINE)
Since we have three kitchens in the new house, I thought it might be a good idea if we learned to use them. And as good as he is at it, I really don't fancy learning anything from the puppy when he's got a knife in his hand, so.

I signed got us a series of cooking classes. They say it's a good thing for couples to do to spend quality time together, and practical, too.

Happy birthday, love.
changehistory: (Adorable modern smile)
Once the snow stopped falling, Adam was out the door, gathering up the boys and finding the nearest park to spend the day building snow forts with snowmen to guard them and staging snowball wars of epic proportions.


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