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| Damaged Strings; [Perhaps just Pietro...] | |
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| Topic Started: Oct 25 2008, 05:21 PM (300 Views) | |
| Avery | Oct 25 2008, 05:21 PM Post #1 |
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Time of Day: Evening, around 8ish Place in Timeline: Almost three weeks after Krakoa and a few days after 'Leave no Survivors' She felt absolutely miserable. She had sunk into a sort of depression, unable to shake herself from it. Avery hated feeling this way; it disgusted her who by nature was a rather cheerful person. It had been nearly three weeks since the Krakoa incident and she hadn’t bounced back. She couldn’t understand why this time had affected her more than any other staggering event she had been caught up in. This only added to her current dilemma and frustrated her furthermore. In the past few weeks she had hardly smiled and avoided as much social interaction as she could. She figured she would be just miserable to be around and she didn’t want to subject anyone to that. What's more she had encouraged Pietro to spend more time with his sister, since it was just the two of them again. Avery couldn’t ask him to stay and consol her when he and sister had suffered such a great loss. Then to top things off Dr. McCoy advised her to take two to three weeks off to ‘settle herself and grieve’. Of course Avery thought this was silly, as work was a normal way to distract herself, and decided after a week that she should try getting back to the infirmary. She had been ushered out the night the X-men returned from their latest battle and misfortune. One look at them was enough to tell her what she’d been wrong. If her mind became clouded or she hesitated once, it could mean a life. Josh had come to Hank’s aid replacing her, which was good for both him and the team and better than what she could currently give. She couldn’t help but feel utterly useless. Unfortunately these factors were not the only reason she had slipped into this funk. No, this time of year was her least favorite. One would assume that because of her mutant weakness that she would detest winter more but fall was by far worse. And now another bad memory was added to the preexisting. Fall had always caused her to grow a little quieter and cheerless though no one knew the reason why, if anyone noticed at all. Twilight deepened as she sat upon the rooftop just above her window, a tree twisted into a staircase had provided her access. On one side of her sat a pack of menthols and on the other side her violin and a steaming crystal glass cup of a dark brown liquid. The air was cold and told of the coming fall. Perhaps she shouldn’t have been outside without her jacket but she liked how her music would be carried off in the wind and had left her room. Sometimes playing made her feel better but currently she drew back on the cigarette. A poor habit indeed, only practiced when she was either extremely worried or bothered by something, that help to numb her a bit. Lately she couldn’t even the sleep the little hours that she normally did. All she wanted was a little peace. She half hoped that no one would see her and in the darkening of the sky it was unlikely. On the other hand, she was in no mood to care if anyone did. ’God I hate fall,’ she thought to herself as she finished up her smoke and picked up her violin. It had begun when she was twelve. The anniversary of that day had already passed, yet back then she couldn’t remember if it had happened on the eighteenth or nineteenth. What she did remember crisply was her father being ‘escorted’ into a car by two men wearing suits. She and her brother had just got off the school bus to see the scene unfold. She remembered the look on this face and his last words. And though that day had been heartbreaking, for she still didn’t know if she would ever see him again, it wasn’t a fraction as bad as what happened to her mother. Months had passed by after their father had ‘disappeared’ and she had been diagnosed with cancer. Yet she was a strong woman and she fought against it and with faith in God and treatments she won the battle. Almost a year went by but the war was not over. The cancer had returned and had spread through her body. By this time nothing could be done for her and she had died October seventh. Too much for her brother to take, old enough to be out on his own, he left for Alberta. Avery, however, had been sent to the US under the legal guardianship of her aunt and uncle. So here she was now. As much sorrow as those falls had caused her, had they never been she would’ve never came to the institute, never made so many good friends she cared about and most importantly never had met Pietro. Yet she could not forget and she could not make the pain go away, especially now. There were times she wished that she could have her mind wiped of it all, but that would be too easy. Life was never meant to be easy, now was it? Her thoughts and emotion poured out through her playing, the bleak little tune that she had picked up some website or another. Though the as sad as it was played it was clear that it wasn’t Avery’s best performance. Her violin had suffered water damage in Krakoa but she could hardly blame it wholly on the instrument. Her heart was not into it. With a sigh she stopped, wondering when she would start feeling better while everyone else seemed to be moving on. How simple it would be to just talk about all this with someone, but Avery hated to burden others with her own troubles. For one who offered her help so freely, she found it difficult to seek out help herself. Song played: 'Never Meant To Be' <-searched for a sad one and like this best. |
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| Quicksilver | Oct 25 2008, 07:32 PM Post #2 |
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Many things could be said about Pietro Django Maximoff. He was a man who rushed along with little heed for himself or others. He was a gypsy prince with the arrogance of a king of old. He bordered on holding mutant supremacistic ideals and carried with him a fair amount of disdain for baseline mutants. He was rude, unpleasant, quick to anger, and despite his seeming vanity thought very little of the man that he was. And yet, for a man who was so intensely disagreeable, he had somehow managed to win the heart of the beautiful elven girl who currently sat in a puddle of unhappy music on the rooftop of the mansion where he had met her and fallen in love with her in a dream. Despite himself, he had something perfect in his heart, something that for the first time had not come from someone related to him. He had a different sort of love for his sisters, than he had for Avery, or course, but that was unsurprising. What was the strange thing was that she apparently held it for him as well, despite the fact that he was... well, that he was Pietro Django Maximoff. In the aftermath of Krakoa, things were changing. X-Factor had resumed their patrols, with Jon Harker now helming it in honor of the lost Alex and Lorna. Two new members had emerged from the dregs of mutant society. The team was reforming, though in fits and starts. Life moved on, at a breakneck pace at times, with the momentum of an arthritic snails at others. Pietro had spent much time alone with his sister, playing sorrowful music, much like Avery was now, and raging at the Heavens in lonely places that only he could venture to. But now, as the world turned beneath his pounding feet, something in him directed his path towards the one person in the world who saw something in him that not even his beloved twin could. The window announced his presence before he arrived, snatching at the smoke of her cigarette, quick eyes and intuition clearly taking the clue of the tree that had been twisted into a staircase. Then the blur of silver and black solidified with a snap into the form and presence of Pietro, dressed in his customary muted tones, loose legged kkaki slacks, a simple white shirt, a long black coat, and of course, his custom made shoes, apparently tennis shoes, but clearly something more. "This weather is not good for one such of you, my love," Pietro said, "Coatless in the cold. I have lost many in my life. I would not like to see you wilt away like a frost tinted flower." |
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| Avery | Oct 25 2008, 09:09 PM Post #3 |
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There wasn’t much time between the sound of the window and him arriving for Avery’s mind to register what it could be that she heard. Her sensitive hearing made it difficult for others to creep up on her, but from the very beginning Pietro had caught her by surprise (not to mention his dashing good looks and awe in her). A sharp, quick note declared her shock as her bow struck against the strings when she jumped. She looked up see him there. Even in such muted colors she thought him to look extraordinarily handsome. Despite her current mood, his mere presence still caused a stir within her. Unfortunately it didn’t change her scent from the dew rain to the fresh pare scent he had grown to favor. "This weather is not good for one such of you, my love," Pietro said, "Coatless in the cold. I have lost many in my life. I would not like to see you wilt away like a frost tinted flower." “He amuses in my suffering far too much, Pietro, to let me die simply from the cold..” She spoke of God in an uncharacteristically bitter, low voice. Staring ahead she shook her head, knowing that wasn’t something she should have said. For one, it was something that she would rarely think let alone say, and two, she hadn’t meant it. In doing so she probably tipped him off that something was indeed bothering her more so than before. However, she reminded herself, Pietro was an extremely clever man, if he hadn’t found something aloof by now then surely there was something wrong with him. “I mean,” Avery began again with regret in her tired voice. “I’m warm enough love…It’s not terribly cold and I haven’t been out here for too long.” Not quite a lie and nor was it the whole truth either. Honestly she had lost track of time not knowing how long she’d been out there and had been colder before. Currently Avery wore a soft cream colored turtle neck that had no sleeves; her bare arms had already begun to show goose bumps. She figured that her ‘tea’, that really was not tea at all, would keep her warm enough despite common knowledge that it did more bad than good. With both hands holding her instrument between her legs, she tilted her head slightly to gaze up at him. Her look was somber, no smile for a pleasant surprise visit today, she could not muster up a happy face, even a fake one. Lightly changing the subject, she asked, “How is your sister?” Her hand reached out to her side where her cigarettes sat, grabbing them up and placing them on her other side, clearing a place for him to sit. For a second her eyes flickered from the package to him, half waiting for him to chide her. Upon a second thought, she decided that Pietro was not that sort of man and so she dismissed it. She patted lightly on the shingles for him to join her; initially wishing to be alone she would never turn him away. He might not know what was bothering her at the moment but perhaps if he held her for a while she could feel better at least until he left. |
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| Quicksilver | Oct 26 2008, 10:43 AM Post #4 |
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She smelled of the rain, which he knew by now was not a happy smell. She spoke of God not caring for her suffering and the drink he smelled upon her breath was hardly iced tea. She moved the cigarettes and beckoned him to sit near her, and Pietro did so, not particularly wanting to be still, but accepting that not everyone was capable of running their emotions to the ground in the way that he did. Well, let us be brutally honest here. He was accepting that Avery was not capable of it. Few others got such consideration. She took a drag off the cigarette and he reached across her to take the package, taking one for himself. Lighting and inhaling, he grimaced and said, "American cigarettes are apparently as poorly done as American beer." He held it in the European way, the filter pinched between thumb and index finger, the other three fingers stretched out. "If you are determined to make this a habit, beloved, then let me fetch you some French cigarellos." He nodded to her drink, "And I will bring you cognac as well. Hors d'age from Charente-Maritime. L'Esprit de Courvoisier. Perhaps that will be better than what it is you are drowning your sorrows in currently, in this futile spit in defiance at our cruel lord, who makes us to suffer and struggle daily." He slipped his cigarette between his lips and removed his black coat, resting it over her shoulders without asking, without permission. Flicking away the cigarette butt he said, "After all, if we are to give in to our griefs, and relish in our miseries, well, then should we not at least do it in style." He sat where he was for a moment, thinking about her question about his sister, "Wanda is Wanda. She sees the world sometimes in a childlike way that is endearingly naive until you look deeper into her words and see there is no ignorance there, no lack of understanding. She knows more than us all and I am eternally grateful to share in her wisdom though I am not always clever enough to comprehend it." Resting his palms on his knees, (he had taken a cross legged position), he said, "I do not know if I have comfort to offer you, Avery, even if I knew the cause of your unhappiness. I have very little experience in such things. I can only sit here with you and hope that I am not what makes you smell of the rain." |
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| Avery | Oct 27 2008, 01:19 AM Post #5 |
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Accepting her offer she was surprised when he reached over to join her in a smoke. As he did so her eyes followed him, though remaining dull, watching as he lit it and took a drag. It was the first time she had even seen him smoke, and despite his expression of distaste for the American menthol it oddly suited him. She slowly smoked her own as he spoke, idly picking her violin as if it had been a mandolin between drawls, listening until she heard enough to make her brows rise slightly. He did not scold her for these awful habits, did not try to cheer her up, he did not ask her to share her feelings. Rather, he stayed with her, willing to share in her misery. How odd it was. She wasn’t sure how to react to it. Would it be strange to think it sweet? His coat then fell upon her shoulders, washing her with warmth it contained from his own body. Slightly she was reminded of that terrible winter’s night in the woods, where he had rescued her and given her his coat. It was after that night that she felt compelled to know Pietro Maximoff, her hero, her savior, better. Had she been angry she would have tossed it aside, but she was not at anger with the world and most certainly not him. Accepting it without protest she pulled it close with one hand, indeed much more colder than she would admit. She spoke not word of thanks, an undeniably rare thing, yet her slight actions told that she certainly was grateful. As she shifted into his coat, he added. "After all, if we are to give in to our griefs, and relish in our miseries, well, then should we not at least do it in style." “For a little while, perhaps.” She agreed with a slow nod, casting her eyes out onto the institute grounds. “But I do not wish to feel like this forever.” Her tones were constantly level that didn’t push him to continue the matter further. Finally he answered her quarry of Wanda and she nodded content to know that she was doing alright. At least, that’s what she gathered from his words. She was growing closer and fonder of the twin as days went by. Where at first she seen nothing by strangeness and illogicalness, Wanda had proven in her particular way of thinking to be more than the madwoman that she seemed to be. She could see clearly what sometimes the most intelligent could not. Regardless to how she felt, how Wanda would always dislike her at some level for having to share Pietro; Avery knew that she was growing to love her. Finding no reply from her, she supposed he was compelled to continue. She, however, had picked up her hot toddy and took a sip, wrinkling her nose at the taste. "I do not know if I have comfort to offer you, Avery, even if I knew the cause of your unhappiness. I have very little experience in such things. I can only sit here with you and hope that I am not what makes you smell of the rain." She stared down at the her steaming cup, frowning as it hurt to think that he might even consider that he was the cause of her pain. It only caused her scent to become stronger though she made no further indications of crying. “It tastes terrible...I thought a hot toddy would help me sleep better…my mind won’t stop thinking of things lately that I don’t want to think about…things I don’t wish to remember..” The slender girl explained loosely. “if you left me too, I don’t know what I would do…” Her words were unclear, as they often were when she spoke of herself or her feelings. Pietro had encountered this before. It was as if she wished to tell him everything but at the same time didn't want to bother him with her own burdens. In knowing this, it didn’t help to decipher her meaning any clearer. Was she comparing their relationship to as past one? Was she saying that he was all she had left? Or was it that she worried that he would leave her? Truthfully it was the second, and partially the third. She loved him dearly, yes this was a given, but just as rare as their love was the trust and the friendship that they had built together. If he had ever to go the way that her parents had, she was not sure if she could bare to live through it. He was her rock, her beacon, her anchor against the storm. He was her everything. She hoped he knew that, for currently her sadness was not about the possibility of ever losing him, but the losses she still carried. Perhaps he understood her and could relate far greater than she realized. |
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| Quicksilver | Oct 27 2008, 08:12 PM Post #6 |
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“For a little while, perhaps.” She agreed with a slow nod, casting her eyes out onto the institute grounds. “But I do not wish to feel like this forever.” "No one clings to their misery like I," Pietro said, "It suits me perhaps, gives me a protective shield that prevents all but the most determined from coming to close to me, where they would find out that beneath my arrogant demeanor there is very little to me. And, while my rudeness and unpleasantness is expected, it does not sit well on you. Without my Avery to see me through these days, I would be a far more unworthy man." She snuggled into his coat and commented on her unhappiness, her inability to sleep, her concern of losing him, and he was a clever man, far more so than most people seemed to think. He was one of action, moving on impulse, sometimes recklessly, sometimes so motivated by emotion that it seemed he didn't think at all. But, that was simply who he was. His mind moved just as quickly as his body, when he used remembered to use it, and it was not difficult to put two and two together. If this was about losing him it was misplaced and out of time. Things had been dangerous at Krakoa, but in the three weeks since, there had been no sign of this. Perhaps he had not seen it in his own grief over the loss of his sister and the one man he had grown to trust. But, no, no, he would have seen his in her, if she feared his loss... Hmm, and she said, if he left her... not if he was lost. "Avery, beloved, I am not a man of fleeting loyalties, despite my occasional jumping from philosophy to philosophy," he said to her, "I left the Brotherhood because they had not proven themselves worthy of my devotion. Alex Summers, however, had, and so until the day of his death, I would hold my allegiance to him, even if someday we ended up fighting on opposing sides. I would save him, or perhaps he would save me, that is the meaning of friendship. You and I are more than friends. I love you, and love... Avery Doyle, do you really know me so little that you do not understand that it is what I have always sought, and what motivates me to do what I can to make the world better. To think I would so lightly toss aside such a precious thing as your love for me, to deny so rare a thing as my love for you would be unthinkable." He turned his head and gazed out at the grounds too and said, "But, this is not about me. You have no fear that I will leave you. You have been hurt and left by others perhaps, and I do not ask their names. It would be dangerous perhaps for me to know who has caused such a hurt in you." Reaching out, Pietro made the bold move of taking her violin from her, and setting on the roof top where they made their perch. He linked his long pale fingers with her slender green ones and said, "Mine is the power to run, Avery, but, if I attempted to escape you, I would find myself quite lame and crippled." |
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| Avery | Oct 28 2008, 12:51 AM Post #7 |
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It took Pietro no time at all to realize what her words meant. Of course, he leaving was not the only thing that was on her mind, but she did worry about it. He was quick to remind her of his loyalties to her, that he would not so recklessly abandon her. Yes, she completely knew this, and she hoped that he did not think that she was so foolish not to. Yet in all consideration he was less experienced in relationships than she. Avery knew how quickly things could go downhill no matter what promises had been made or how ‘in love’ the man was. She however did not hold this against him. It was just something that would always linger in the back of her mind. Such were the insecurities of a woman. She needed not to object for Pietro was already in the process of figuring her sorrows out. She was slightly surprised after what he had just said that he had known her well enough to know that he was not the cause them. It was at this that she realized that he was merely reinstating the fact that he would not leave her side, that while her heart ached and the world was cruel, he would be there. She needn’t to worry. "But, this is not about me. You have no fear that I will leave you. You have been hurt and left by others perhaps, and I do not ask their names. It would be dangerous perhaps for me to know who has caused such a hurt in you." “Clever as always, Pietro Maximoff., you’re right.” She replied without sarcasm or mockery. “But not even you could find them, I’m afraid…” The elven shook her head and raised her eyebrows as she said this, carelessly running her fingers over the strings. Pietro then did reach over abruptly, gently setting her violin aside. The initial action had broken her distant stare as her bright eyes flashed up to him. His nimble fingers laced with hers and she tilted her head as if in question as he spoke. "Mine is the power to run, Avery, but, if I attempted to escape you, I would find myself quite lame and crippled." She had decided that she would tell him everything of her past, so he might understand her a little more. Yet his words made her tongue hold, truly touched to banish them away so easily. Instead she was compelled to say something entirely different to him. They were rather strange creatures, this pair. They did not have a conventional relationship, they did not interact the way that typical lovers did. Their love, nevertheless, was just as strong and real as any other. Avery doubted that someone would ever love her more than him. “I dragoste tu, Pietro…” She said softly, sounding somewhat sad but near flawlessly said. “..De-a pururi.” She added a moment later, struggling to string the little Romanian she knew, yet sounding like a child because of this. “Nu bun. A face pe plac la…” In saying this she leaned heavily upon him, an indication that she wished to be close to him, to be held. Her story could wait a little longer. Her head rested upon his shoulder, her eyes already closed, once more but this time whispered, she said “A face pe plac la.” |
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| Quicksilver | Oct 28 2008, 05:47 AM Post #8 |
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She leaned against him and spoke in accented and yet somehow perfect Roma. She said in a broken and ungrammatical way something he had never truly expected anyone to say to him and it confused him, overwhelmed him, and deeply deeply touched him that it was said in his native language. "I love you , Pietro. Forever. No goodbye. Please... Please." She needn't ask, needn't add that sad please as she snuggled into him. Love was forever. It was. There was no changing that. Even Pietro knew that. You might not like the person sometimes, you might disagree, and in this world they lived in, this strange and changing world where children were evolving into what could only be called gods, sometimes you might have to fight the one you loved to a near death... but that did not mean that the love you felt for them diminished. Not if it was real. Not if it was honest and truthful. Pietro never lied. Not often anyway. He saw no real need to and sometimes seemed to relish in speaking the blunt truth when no one else would. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close. "I dragoste tu de asemenea Avery , de-a pururi." I love you too, Avery, forever. "I would hear about your losses, my elf, if ever you would tell me about them. But I am not a man with the patience to coax them out of you. I don't know how to be delicate or gentle. I wait for you to tell me, and that is the best that I can do... waiting being such a challenge for me, it is a great sacrifice, you know." He was teasing her a little, like he did with Wanda, his acidic wit only feigned around his sister and his lover. Holding her against him in the chill of autumn, he sighed, "We are destined to lose many, my darling, you know this. It is our lot in life. Let us spend our time with those who remain and we will decide what to do about the others later." |
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| Avery | Oct 28 2008, 10:06 PM Post #9 |
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It had come out perhaps more pitiful than she realized. The little Roma that she knew were nothing but simple words that she could use from day to day, beginning to learn as she remembered learning French. Wishing to share much with Pietro, perhaps wishing to impress him more, she had been determined since their degeneration into children to learn his language. Unfortunately what she really wished to say to him she hadn’t learnt yet. She had planned to surprise him with something more meaningful, in beautiful, lyrical Roma. Avery worked with what she did know, not quite achieving the meaning that she had meant; ‘Stay with me forever, don’t ever leave me, please.’ While what she said came up short Pietro had understood, drawing her closer to him. He replied back sweetly in his native tongue, with one or two words she wasn’t familiar with and would certainly look up later. She decided it was word that was similar to, as well, too, or more. He continued to express that he wished to know of her suffering but he was not a man to persuade her to tell him. More to the point he meant that he would be there to listen when she was ready to tell him, despite it being such a ‘challenge’ and ‘great sacrifice’ for him. She looked up to him at this, for sometimes his tones were hard to tell if he was being serious or not so she would read his expressions. They too, as usual, were not very helpful. However in knowing him as she did, she for the first time in weeks, smiled. “I know..” She agreed, sounding as if she understood when really she was joining him in the tease. She rested her head against his chest, drawing in his warmth as the cold fall’s wind stirred their hair and caused their clothes to ripple. "We are destined to lose many, my darling, you know this. It is our lot in life. Let us spend our time with those who remain and we will decide what to do about the others later." He said after a sigh, words Avery indeed knew but didn’t wish to hear. Up until lately, she hadn’t lost anyone she cared about. Their battles had been fierce, they’d been taxing, weighed heavily upon them all, but as much of a struggle it had been, they hadn’t had to deal with death. Not Avery, at least. Every fall she would mourn the loss of her parents, the loss of their family, but when Alex and Lorna departed (for she refused to completely acknowledge them dead) it had hit her hard. Numbed by time, the pain was refreshed as she was reminded how much it hurt to lose someone. How foolish she had been to think that she would be fine on her own, that she needed to keep things to herself so that he would not worry about her so much, so that he would not have to pity her. It wasn’t how a relationship should be and it took her a while to remember that. The scent of rain had diminished, he had not cooed her or said many airy, comforting words, but he had done enough. She allowed herself to give in and shared her burdens with the one whom she was meant to. Her body lifted in a great, silent sigh in indication that she was about to begin something rather long winded. She found herself playing with the fabric of Pietro’s shirt as she told him of the loss she still mourned over. She would reveal to him the past that she had up until now, had kept vague and lacking much detail. “The anniversary has been passed just a little less than a week now. Eight years ago, before my father was taken, I had a wonderful, happy family. I was twelve then and as my brother and I came home from school, my father was being lead to a car by two men wearing dark business suits. He said his goodbyes, that he loved us but that he had to go away for a while. Momma was sad, we all knew that something wasn’t right, but she wouldn’t tell us. She just kept telling us that he would come home soon. I’m still unsure as to why he had to leave; I can only speculate that he was doing it for our protection, or that he owed something. Whatever it was, I’m sure Momma knew. I haven’t seen him since…He could be dead for all I know.” She paused, giving a light shrug before she continued to speak of her mother and her struggle with cancer. How as a single mother she balanced that with a low paying job and keeping her two children happy and healthy. “We were doing okay, Momma made the best of things. We moved on and stopped asking about dad so much since, though she acted strong; it hurt her to speak of him. Eventually the cancer relapsed and it was too late to do anything for her. I think if dad was still around she might’ve been able to get through it the second time, but she was tired of fighting and she was lonely. They gave her a life expectancy of three months in July and she did well to last longer than that. She was very weak though, so pale and had lost too much weight. She died November seventh…” Avery’s looked up to him, though it was sad to tell, she felt better telling it to him. “Alden couldn’t handle the loss; he was nineteen at the time and at a stage in his life that was filled with anger and angst. He left me behind and disappeared for a few months while I taken away from my home.... You’re such a good brother, I hope you know that.” She drew a breath before she gave a little shrug. She had been moved here for four months before her brother checked in on her. If he had been around, if he’d been closer, her life might have been a little easier to bear. “Anyway, time passed and each year it rolls around isn’t as bad as the last. Sometimes I would worry that because I’m not sad it means that I’m forgetting them or I’ve stopped caring. I forgot how much it hurt to lose someone…until Krakoa. It was a harsh reminder and now I have even more people I love to miss. I didn’t want to bother you with this before, because you have your own troubles and a sister to console. Yet here I am…” She mused mostly to herself, spreading her hands out, palms up, in a helpless gesture. “It’s why I say that I don’t know what I’d do without you. I think I would be lost, or worse, meu dragoste. I am sorry for pushing you away.” And it was done. Finally it had been lifted off her chest and though her sadness did not dissipate altogether, she knew it would only get easier to go on. At least, as long as she had him. |
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| Quicksilver | Oct 30 2008, 02:42 AM Post #10 |
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She spoke her sad story, and it was a little disjointed, a little hard for him to understand, but it was emotional and it said so very much about her. He understood loss, much more than he wanted to. And, the loss of a parent? Well, hadn't he held his mother in his arms as she breathed her last... And, his father, was it better to have no father at all than to have a maniacal madman with genocidal philosophies? Pietro was not generous where it came to his father. He made no comment when she was done, not for what seemed to him to be a long moment, though in reality was not a very long time at all. Then, he said, "Perhaps because I have had only my sister as my confidant for so very long, you think that I cannot empathize or that I would not wish to share your griefs. I am not experienced in the ways of sharing or in this romantic involvement, but it seems to me that those who love one another are those who want to help you carry the burdens that would weigh you down otherwise. I am yours, Avery, you know this. It is a small thing for me to hold your hand while you mourn your mother. It is a small thing for me to wipe away your tears. Without you, I would be lonely in ways I could not define, and in ways that Wanda is not able to comfort me. When you have something to share, love, never feel you have to push me away to protect me. I am a strong man. I can lift your burdens along with my own." He cupped her face in his hands and said, "Avery, meu dragoste, you have lost many... but you will never lose me." He leaned forward and sealed his promise with a kiss. |
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| Avery | Nov 3 2008, 07:41 PM Post #11 |
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He had no words immediately after she finished and it was something she had expected. She hadn’t told him because she was seeking comfort, she told him because it was only right to share such things with him, so he might understand her a little more. With a moment to consider this, Avery realized her folly in keeping it all to herself for so long. It was something she would have to apologize for. Though the subject was delicate it was unfair of her to keep things from him. They had enough trust in their relationship to be able to share such things. It caused Avery to wonder if he was hurt by the fact that she hadn’t come to him earlier. Only a little pause in silence was offered after she finished speaking to the time Pietro had chosen set her straight. Although a part of her still didn’t weigh him down with her troubles, she knew he spoke the truth. Her head nodded softly at this, confirming to him that she understood and would no longer try to protect him from her. He then cupped her face as he promised her something that she needed to hear more than she needed to be true. He assured her this with a sweet kiss before they parted. Wishing to be closer to him, she slipped over his leg to the space in between where there was just enough room for her to sit. There she rested her head, nuzzled into him as he sheltered her from the cold. “Thank you Pietro…” She said softly, taking his hand to hold as she spoke. “I’ve always been like this. I figured that you have troubles of your own, and that of your sisters weighing upon you. I didn’t want to add to that…but I’ve been miserable now for weeks and I guess to you that’s just as bad. Relationships are suppose to be about the give and the take and in trying to keep things to myself, it’s almost like I slapped you in the face. We’ve been together long enough now that I should know better, I should be able to trust you enough to share my hardships as I would want you share with me. I am sorry for that, Pietro. I have trouble reminding myself that I don’t have to be alone anymore.” She grew quiet as she rested against him, feeling washed of most of her terrible feelings and thus a bit emotionally drained and even more so tired. Her body cried out for rest that he mind would not allow, but now in Pietro’s arms she felt an overwhelming sense of comfort, she knew it wouldn’t be long before she grew tired. “I knew you don’t like to sit still love,” she began once more, her voice sounding as she felt. “But, please, just stay here a little longer.” Of course he knew better than her how this night would end. Within a few moments, as her eyes were already closed, she would slip into slumber. With movements as gentle and as quick as the wind, he would carry her to her bed, saying his goodbyes there before he left. |
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