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| La Revedere, Sora Mea; (Good-bye, my sister) Wanda and Pietro | |
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| Topic Started: Sep 12 2009, 07:13 AM (207 Views) | |
| Wanda | Sep 12 2009, 07:13 AM Post #1 |
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Reality Warping
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August 16 Afternoon JP between Wanda and Pietro It was time. His session with Samson only made his mind up, but in truth, Pietro had already decided... he just hadn't known when it would happen. He was stalling, he knew this, something very unlike him. He usually barrelled forth, and had long before his mutation put speed in his step. Not accustomed to thinking before he acted, he normally did what he did when he wanted to do it. This was something he needed to do, but it was not something he wanted to do... So he stalled, and he found excuses, and he did not do what he had to do... and that was speak to his sister. There was no more time to waste. Wanda needed to be told... she needed to be told. Pietro ran and ran, around the city, once, twice, three times, until he came to where his sister was, and he fell to his knees in front of where she sat, resting his head on her lap. "Beloved," he murmured, "We have things to talk of, and the words stick in my throat." The sudden change, from writing in her journal (of secret things) to having Pietro’s head in her lap, was a sudden disorientation that she merely blinked away as part of her life. Her fingers combed through Pietro’s silvery white hair; his skin was feverishly hot to the touch. “What things, my darling? And why should words give you pain now?” She combed her fingers through his hair and spoke so sweetly. How could he do this? "Wanda, do you trust your brother, do you trust me to protect you from harm, and from evil? Do you trust that what I do I do always in defense of you and with your face always at the front of my mind?" Pietro looked up, silver blue eyes red rimmed, "Do you believe that what I do I do because I have to?" “My darling,” she stroked his cheek, her fingers wet with unshed tears, “you are my world, my everything. I know you would do all those things. I love you,” Wanda leaned over and kissed his head, “of course I trust you. The words coming from your lips are twisted and stinging, like barbed wire. What is wrong, my darling?” Her hand caressed his back soothingly. “Tell me, I will try to make it better.” "I love you too, my sister, my life," Pietro said, resting his head on her knees once more, "But I am not your world. This world is ugly and dangerous. Something must be done to make things right for us all. This anger that is growing within me... I need to find a way to save myself, to save you, to save us all..." He closed his eyes, "I feel that I must do something that will hurt us both to heal us both." “Pietro… Pietro…! what are you saying? What must you do?” A darkness of the soul was leaking from him, from his eyes, from mouth, from invisible cracks in his skin. A shiver of fear ran through her veins. Pietro rose, and cupped her face in his hands, kissing her gently on the forehead, first, then on each cheek, then on her lips. "We fought to save the lives and souls of strangers, my sister, but we never thought to save that of our father. It tears at me and it hurts me, and I think I must try... something... before I am driven mad." He straightened, "I must go to our father, and see for myself if there is anyway to save him... and, if not, then I will at least know." Go? He would go? Tears swelled unbidden in Wanda’s eyes, following the curves of her cheeks as they fell. “Then go,” she said cupping his thin, angular face in her hands, “I would not see you in pain and driven mad.” Behind Pietro, the door to outside world slammed open with such force that the walls in Wanda’s cottage shook. The slam of the door made him jump, and he moved his hands to hers, bringing them from his cheeks, "Wanda, please," he kissed her palms, "These hands can shape the world to your will. Lorna's mind can rip the metal from mankind's blood. What is it that I do but run? I must stand now, and I do this only so that you don't have to. Besides, there is nothing I can do here. I will not work with SHIELD, I will not work with Summers... I cannot work with X-factor when this cloud hangs over my head. Working alongside our father to save the world... I saw something in him that was more than desperation. It was power, such great power, and passion. If that can be turned away from anger... away from despair... Wanda, Wanda, we could not only have a family, but at last we could have peace." Slowly, Wanda shook her head. There was no peace in life; there was never going to be any peace. She saw the way the universe worked, he was never going to find the peace he sought. But there was no telling Pietro that, he would never listen. Maybe, one day in the past he would’ve heard and trusted her words, but not anymore. “Then follow… follow your heart,” she said, speaking words that felt like nails pounding into her own coffin. Still holding her hands in his, Pietro looked at her, sadly, and he said, "Dear sweet sister, silly girl that you are, do you really think I take my heart with me in this journey into darkness? My heart remains here with you, with Lorna, with Avery... My love will bring me back to you if you keep it safe for me. If I know that you are here, and that you love me as I love you, then I will be able to keep myself from falling into evil's thrall, as we did once before." With her world collapsing down around her ears, Wanda shook her head. “No,” she cried, “You do not get to tear my life to pieces and bind me in chains!” Silly girl… it was too much. To rip out her heart and pretend that was not what he was doing. She turned her back to him and hid her face in her hands. “Our father’s actions have consequences… so do yours,” she gasped as she struggled to breathe; it was suddenly too hard to breathe, grief pressed against her chest. Pietro lifted his chin, tears streaming down his cheeks, "I have never asked anything of you but your love, my sister, my twin. I have suffered great torments with you, I have been through fire and hell, and have taken your pains on me as much as I could, as much as I was allowed, and you have done the same for me. Hate me if you must, little twin, hate me because you cannot hate someone you do not love. It is enough. It is enough. You will survive this time we have apart, and you will see that all these years I thought I was pulling you along with me, I was in reality holding you back. My heart breaks, love, but it is still yours. Lorna will protect you, X-Factor will protect you, no one will protect Pietro. He will run alone. It is how it should be." He turned away from her, burying his own face in his hands, unconscious mimickry of her posture. "God damn, this world," he whispered, cursing the fates that brought them to this point, "God damn this darkness in me..." After Pietro left, Wanda's door is now in two broken pieces laying on the roof. |
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