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| Topic Started: Aug 7 2010, 03:18 AM (625 Views) | |
| Kyle Van Leerson | Aug 7 2010, 03:18 AM Post #1 |
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May 23 2010 8:45 PM The small mutant friendly bar was crowded tonight which he figured was a good thing. People needed to get out and places like this were great to blow off steam. Kyle was someone not accustomed to long periods of time in one place and the past few weeks had taken a toll on his psyche in terms of confinement alone. He was used to a liberty in his world that his alternative self simply didn't have here, and while the watered down diluted version of himself may have been contented with so many tie downs and rocks around the neck he most certainly wasn't. From the bossy fiance to the wardrobe that consisted of more suits, ties and damn sweater vest than any one person should own, the man from a different reality had reached the peak of his patience with this realities version of himself. True, at first it had been intriguing, a sort of 'your life without you' kinda mystery, but the more he had dug the less he had liked. There was so little room for improvisation in this life, so little calling for spontaneity. This taking of himself seemed to need a plan, to follow a schedule, and Kyle really couldn't understand the fun in that. Life needed to be lived and really how much of a living could you do behind a teachers desk, dressing up and playing hero put to a side. People needed more freedom than that, not only to screw up but to grow, to change. He was never the same person from one given week to the next and here this version of himself just seemed to be dog paddling a long, content with carving out a small existence in a world that was so much bigger than what he was making for himself. He wondered if his other self was happy? Not content but actually happy, he doubted it, for all the obvious reasons he couldn't fathom and wrap his head around but again that was him. Still he couldn't help but feel partial to the guy, it was himself after all. Before everything was said and done he'd leave his mark on Kyle's life, maybe the teacher needed to be schooled on a few basics of living again. In the meantime he had to make the most of what he could. For all the luxuries a state of the art place like Xaviers offered even fancy shit like that got old. He had convinced one of Kyle's buddies to accompany him out on the town, the green nurse Avery, whom he had gathered was on friendly terms with his other self. He would give his self that much credit anyway, Kyle had had the good sense to surround his self with beautiful women in his life. It had taken forever to find something trendy to wear in the stale wardrobe that belonged to the school teacher. He had eventually settled on a stand by of tight fitting Coldplay T-shirt and pair of Levis. He wanted to look as young as he was. Kyle wanted to be seen as a young guy like he had been back where he was from, and not the homebody that this world had made of this Kyle. He stood at the pool table in small bar getting a game on with the green beauty and wondering just how far he could go. How friendly were the friends? Even more than that though he was glad for the company, glad for someone to talk to. Because a person needed to be seen as themselves not as the person they were not. If they ended up having sex to boot well hell that would just be icing. For the moment he was enjoying the booze, the game and the beauty with him. "Six ball corner pocket." he said as he pulled off fa trick shot and sank the pool ball. In truth he had spent enough time on the road and in various bars that he had learned a few tricks to the game. It was nice that they had carried over he did like showing off. He killed a shot and chased it with his beer. "God that's good." he said feeling some of the edge from being in the school began to artificially melt away. "All I need is a blow job and a bong hit and I'll be right as rain." He smiled devilishly at the girl. He wondered if he was shocking her by being so crass. Those were things he was sure the schoolteacher would never say though he should it would definitely motivate the student council more he was damn sure. "So what's your story anyways?" he asked her. "Your a knockout why hasn't our favorite Schoolteacher ever asked you out? He's had to think about it, I hadn't seen you five minutes and I thought about it. You have a guy or something?" He flagged the bartender down and ordered another round. Would this body have more tolerance then his regular one, or was Hi-C the most potent drink that ever passed through these kidneys lately. "It's okay to tell me. I'm a good secret keeper. Scouts honor." |
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| Avery | Aug 10 2010, 10:24 PM Post #2 |
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It only took a little bit of convincing to get her where she was now. For all that knew the mint hued nurse, they probably never would have expected her to hit up a bar especially since she had rarely made any trips outside of institute grounds since last August. However, Kyle had become restless in the mansion and the drab life his counterpart lived and sought her out since he knew that in this world they were suppose to be good friends. And even though she knew the two men were not the same, that she and him really had no sort of bond between them, she couldn't find herself saying no to his request. It couldn't really do much harm, could it? Kyle had behaved pretty good since finding himself in their world thus Avery deemed that there shouldn't be any problems. And so she did as all girls do when going out. She styled her tresses in long loose curls and dressed in a modest, short black skirt and satin halter top accented with lace. Looking neither too plain nor overdressed, she added a necklace and a little makeup and decided she was acceptable to go out in public. To be honest, the thought of it made her nervous but getting out might do her a little more good than what Kyle thought it would for him. There now at Sal's Bar she stood with a cue stick in one hand she watched as Kyle leaned over to make the shot he had just called. Having his counterpart being her best friend, the differences between the two was as plain as the nose on her face. It was a strange feeling and a hard one to get past, knowing that there was someone different inside of the head of the person that you loved and trusted with your very life. She wanted to very much pretend like he was her Kyle, but the feeling was just too weird. She was comfortable with him in a way yet felt the need to be cautious at the same time. She hoped that at least with hanging out, these feelings would subside a little. If that didn't work, then she still had the drink in her hand to take that edge off. Making the difficult shot with the ease of a professional (as she and Kyle had played before in the staff lounge, but he was never this good) he tipped back his beer and almost sighed after he swallowed, clearly enjoying it and the atmosphere. Avery smiled at this, taking a little cheer in his happiness and tipped her drink up as well. "All I need is a blow job and a bong hit and I'll be right as rain." He said without missing a beat and flashed her a roguish smile. Avery nearly choked on her pomegranate martini, placing her slender fingertips over her mouth for fear of spillage. Never before had she heard something of that manner from Kyle's lips. Not that she was sensitive to such speech, her old friend Leo had quite the potty mouth, but hearing him say it with her best friend's voice…It just took her off guard. "Oh Lord…" She murmured, in an attempt keep him from feeling that he had weirded her out. Setting her drink down she moved to take her shot even by all rights it was still his turn. Either way, he didn't seem to mind. Leaning forward she studied her shot before she called it, "Fifteen, bank here, and then in the side pocket." She told him without looking up as she pointed out her shot with her cue stick. Chalking it, she prepared to make her shot, slowly sliding her stick back and forth as she determined how much force she should put into it. "So what's your story anyways?" He asked causally and to this Avery hesitated and looked over her shoulder with an inquisitive look. He of course continued and the more he spoke the redder her cheeks got. Suddenly she found herself unable to make the shot. "You're a knockout why hasn't our favorite Schoolteacher ever asked you out? He's had to think about it, I hadn't seen you five minutes and I thought about it. You have a guy or something?" The air around her was filled with a sweet vanilla scent as Kyle promised to keep her secret in hopes to coax something out of her. He found her attractive? It was an idea that was odd to her and hard to grasp. Kyle never flirted with her. Yes they carried on and bantered but he never flirted. Not even once. If Kyle found her physically appealing, Avery did not know it. She found that not only could she not answer him right away but in an attempt to buy herself some time, her unsteady cue stick messed up her shot and the fifteen ball banked off the corner of the side pocket cush instead of going in. "Kyle is head over heels for Delia, you know that." She replied simply, sounding more like a gentle reminder than a chide. She figured she start with that much. Not that it was his business or anything but for some reason Avery's honest nature compelled her to answer anyway. "He's loved her for a very long time. And….I do have a boyfriend," she added as her voice became a tad bit softer than before and her violet eyes flickered away from Kyle to the table to stare at the missed shot. She wasn't sure she wanted to get into the whole story of why Kyle hadn't seen Pietro around. This man didn't know her, he know nothing of their past relationship or anything about Pietro (or so she assumed). And though she figured he wouldn't understand at all, she couldn't really leave his absence unaddressed either. It'd surely be his follow up question. "He is currently away on a mission though, which is why you haven't seen him." It wasn't a lie. Avery disliked lying very much and so even if it was more of a personal mission, she was still telling the truth. Feeling a little recovered now, despite the pink hadn't really died away from her cheeks, she reached out for her martini glass to try and wash away the remainder of her embarrassment. Swallowing, she finally looked to him and said honestly. "Besides, Kyle would never look at me like that." The way their relationship worked, the way they shared something that was best friends and bordering siblings, she was convinced no matter how fate had weaved itself they would have never become nothing more than friends. |
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| Kyle Van Leerson | Aug 17 2010, 03:59 AM Post #3 |
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He pressed the beer bottle to his lips, letting the amber liquid pour into his mouth. Funny how even across existence some things still carried over, like the taste of beer, when all else changed it apparently stayed the same. Thank, Heaven for some small comforts. He thought as he placed the bottle back down by the pool table. She began to answer his questions, but it didn't take a genius to tell she was holding something back, something personal. That was another thing that apparently stayed the same, pain. It carried over across existence too. She rushed to her friends defense assuring him of Kyle's love for the temperamental socialite Delia Colins and that the boy wonder would never look at her in that kind of way. "Oh he's thought about it. On that much you can be certain. He might never act on it, might not ever really notice it but no guy, well no straight guy sees a girl like you and doesn't even think about it." He turned to face her shifting his weight against the table. He didn't need to be psychic to know there was stuff she was holding back. The 'mission' story was thin at best. He had spent enough time, pulling wild tales out of his ass to know the earmarks of someone covering something. It was in the little betrayals that a person gave a way. She was carrying around something, and it was more than love, it was hurt. "Mission, riiight" he said nodding sarcastically. "the worlds coming to an end.Half your staff is being swapped out for their less than sunny other selves and he picks now to be away. Not a smart fella if I do say so myself. Ten ball right pocket." He moved the pool cue through his hand, not even watching to see if he landed his shot. He was more interested in the game being played around the table then the one on it. "Now you see if it was me. I wouldn't care if it was raining pigs in Buenes Aires. If I had something like you at home. I damn sure wouldn't be apart. The world doesn't need that many heroes sweetheart. For everything else there's Craigs List. He's either gone because he wants to be or gone because he has to be. If it's the former than he's probably one of the stupidest guys at that place, and that's saying something if the latter than he's got some whacked out priorities. Don't you ever get tired living for someday? I'm going to do what a lot of people probably don't at Xaviers I'm going to ask you to be honest and not with me cause it aint gonna change shit about my day, but with yourself. What do you want? In that selfish, pleasing yourself cause it feels so damn good kind of way. Don't you ever get tired sitting on go? Always waiting, always hoping.. What is it that you want?" He took another long drink from his beer. he was curious about what the green beauty with purple eyes would have to say. Would she be honest and admit those deep longings that even the most patient heart was troubled by or would she stay with the script, guard her secrets and pretend that it was okay to be left alone if the cause was right. If that was the case then he would be the first to tell her, it most certainly was not. |
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| Avery | Aug 25 2010, 07:02 PM Post #4 |
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Okay, so he had waved away the various defences she had stood against herself and Kyle ever being attracted to one another, and further went on with seemingly honest flirtatious remarks. As uncomfortable and embarrassed as it made her to hear such things, she could handle it. Well, with the assistance of the drink in her grasp, anyway. She didn’t have a response to his remark regardless so she might as well fill her mouth with the sweet martini. And this Kyle seemed like a real hard ticket with no problem saying whatever was on his mind. She might very well have to have a few drinks in order to loosen up and say some things that she might normally not say to strangers. Oh yes, she could see that already. As she rose to her boyfriend’s defence for being absent, Kyle had been quick to throw sarcasm in her face. Without even a second thought he had judged Pietro and went on as if it was a natural response. It was so blunt; Avery had been caused to stare at him as she was slightly surprised of his rudeness. Did he not think that she would be offended by such words? No...She supposed he did not. This wasn’t her Kyle after all and he seemed to have no other affections towards her besides giving her the elevator eyes. He called his shot and turned to her to see her reaction, to see what she had to say about that. Her face was clear to read although she didn’t rush to speak. She thought his words to be a bit harsh and judging for someone who had no clue who Pietro was. However, Kyle continued on with speaking, being quick to assure her that even if all hell was breaking loose, if he was her boyfriend nothing would keep him from her. That was kind of sweet in a way...but no, even though this was not the Kyle she knew, he was still ‘Kyle’ and when he had something he needed to say, he said it. Again he judged Pietro, figuring he either was stupid or his priorities were seriously skew. Her hand went to one hip and though she didn’t glare at him the scent was definitely of cinnamon, of anger. It had been hard to chew but he, of course, went on. There was something that he was seeing in Avery, the way she spoke and the way she carried herself that compelled him to ask her to be honest with him, to tell him what she really wanted. And he wasn’t talking about some little want of a trinket or something ‘nice’ to happen, no...He wanted hear her deep down desire, what her heart really wanted. Her ire had momentarily been quailed by his questions about her. They were personal and again he had caught her off guard. She couldn’t remember someone asking her something like that before, and if they had they certainly hadn’t asked in the way he had. She understood what he wanted to know, but she had hesitated because she didn’t know how to answer. There was so much to consider and like he had said, it was selfish. Not that she didn’t have a selfish thought every once in a while, but thinking selfishly was...difficult for her and strange. She hesitated, wondering not only how to answer but if it was okay to tell him such personal things. She wasn’t comfortable, but he had was waiting for her to say something and as always she found herself speaking honestly when others would probably tell him it was none of his concern. “What...I want?” She had replied, sounding just as at loss of what to say as she looked. The mint hued nurse looked down to her drink, stirring it with a glass stick that held a single cherry. “What I want and what is actually possible are two different things. It hardly matters to want things that can’t be attained...don’t you think?” Her question was asked meekly as she tilted her head to the man before her. In thought she licked her lips, a sign that she was preparing to go on, gathering her nerve to say more. “Sure there’s things I want, that I desire, thats just human nature. But it’s too far out of reach that it’s not worth even thinking about...” Avery gave a soft shrug, picking up her cue stick once more and took her shot without even calling or indicating what it was. She sunk her two ball and then straightened to look at Kyle once more. “But you still want to know, right? Alright. What I want, what I really want? It’s just to be normal. To be plain and pale, blend into the crowd like I used to. Where my biggest worries are paying bills or what to eat for dinner...or...or a mortgage. Not evil mutants destroying the city or my teammates coming back half dead! A life that’s peaceful and boring.” She gave him a smile that she didn’t feel, one that didn’t light her eyes. “But if I had that life, I’d miss out on the good things that this one offers. I have really good friends in this life, those who see me as a sister and those I look up to like big brothers or fathers. And Pietro, I know he’s away right now but I wouldn’t trade him for the world, despite what you think about him. And you know...you don’t know him enough to judge him and things are a little more complicated than you think. He has to stay away until his mission is over because seeing me would put me in danger.” Avery had gone into a rant without even realizing it. The liquor, like she wanted, made her tongue loose and she couldn’t stop. As she spoke, even though it wasn’t in a threatening manner, she walked closer towards him. “And for that matter, there’s not much you know about me either,” she remarked, standing toe to toe with him now, her vibrant eyes looking up at the taller man. “Why do care to know what I really want?” |
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| Kyle Van Leerson | Sep 4 2010, 10:28 PM Post #5 |
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The alcohol was starting to have it's desired and requested effect, though he knew he was still a far cry away from being inebriated. But he could feel the familiar warmth, the loosening of muscles as tension melted away and thoughts demanded to be spoken regardless of proper etiquette. Like any good debate Avery only told as much as she deemed worthy of being heard, though he was a bit surprised at the openness of her desire to be just like everyone else, pale and pretty, like a picture on a Swiss Miss can of coco mix. "I'm a Pisces." he said in reply to her wondering why he was curious into her life. "We're curious creatures." In truth he was a curious person, if for no other simple fact it was better to look out than in. He'd rather know who he was dealing with, their strengths, weaknesses, faults, that way he knew he could not be found lacking in their eyes. If he viewed them in their weaknesses inferior it eliminated any chance of their judgment changing his narrow mind. He didn't want to know about himself and he wanted even less for others to know. In simple terms, Kyle could dish it but he didn't exactly like having to take it. "Let me tell you something kid." he said ordering another round. He gestured with his hand for the waitress to bring them both refills, if Avery declined hers he'd simply take it for himself so it was no loss either way. "Ordinary is overrated. People are narrow minded and basically morons, and that carries over whether they can shot fire from their asses or if their in the running to become Americas next homo-sapien model. Their gonna judge and their gonna hate, the trick is to know them better than they know you. If you want a little house with the picket fence two point two little blond eyed kids running around and more generic blandness than a 'Family Circus' cartoon, well then hell, if its your cup of tea then have at it." He took a step towards her leaning in a bit as though he meant to kiss her but didn't. Instead he lowered his voice so only she could hear him. "But if you ask me. What you have now is so much better. Your unique and in a world full of people who clamor to be just one of the crowd you can't help but stand out." With his hand he brushed a lock of her dark green hair back behind her ear and then he took a step back again, giving her back her personal space. "And I don't think that has anything to do with your color." The waitress returned with his beer and shot, he killed the small liquor and chased it with the beer. And then he smiled at his companion, the alcohol only brightening the twinkle in his eye. "As for what I think now really how important is that? More power to you, stand by your man, like I said whatever gets your rocks off. But I know this much and its the same in any language. It doesn't mean shit if your not happy. Loyalty, commitment, its a two way street. If it's real it should be everything, anyone that puts even the safety of the world over you doesn't deserve you. You seem like a good enough person, and other Kyle likes you well enough so that's enough for me to want to see you have what it is he thinks you deserve. Me, I'd probably settle for a night of really really good sex, but I know better than to push my luck." He dropped the pool stick back on the table, And leaned again with his back to it, his arms crossed and his eyes squarely on her. "I had it. Love, that big in the way its gotta be, hurts so bad that they're all you can feel. It'll be her face that'll be the last thing I see when I die. And I wouldn't have cared what was happening, who needed me, or what needed to be done I'd have never left her. That's why I doubt your guy cause as far as I see he isn't walking the talk. If he needs anything other than you then he doesn't deserve you. You gotta give everything, want them more than anything, turn your back on every single thing because it's worth it." He took another long swallow from his beer. He had told her more than he had told anyone in a long time, even if he only spoke of feelings and not specifics. Maybe it was the alcohol, though if he was honest he'd admit he'd held his tongue under way more spirit then then this. He'd have to chalk it up to her. Maybe that was why Kyle had been drawn to her as well. she had a presence that unraveled you and made you give over your honesty and it was clear she didn't even know it. "Say your guy comes back from this, the world saved for another day then what? What do you do when the next disaster comes, the next end of the world, the next drama? Doesn't seem to me ole Petey is leaving you much of a choice. It's your desires over his own. Cause if he wanted to be here he'd be here or at least he damn well should be. I know where I'd be if it was me, but maybe I've always been love's bitch. But I've always been my girl's man and I'd rather have that then any other title." "How do you know you won't always be holding the bag and the fort. You can't like it, deep down inside, no matter how understanding you say you are a part of you hates him for it and I'd bet money on that." |
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| Avery | Sep 14 2010, 04:01 AM Post #6 |
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It wasn’t that Avery was a secretive person by nature; it was more to the fact that she was the quiet sort that didn’t talk about herself. Normally people got to know her by asking questions, as due to her honesty she usually had no issues with answering any inquiries they had about her. She did however limit her replies, often not getting really deep into the matter and only giving just what was on the surface. This was usually enough to satisfy the person as they drew their own conclusions and she was fine with that. However tonight, her tongue had become looser than normal which was due to the number of drinks she had consumed so far. Avery didn’t like to admit it, as Newfoundlanders were suppose to be known to drink anyone under the table, but she was a light weight. All the factors stood against her. She was thin, her mutant body processed things differently, and worst off she didn’t need to eat much and thus there was nothing to soak up the alcohol. So she was starting to feel the effects really heavily now and had told Kyle about her want to be normal...something that she was kind of afraid to admit to anyone at the institute. Honestly, in her first few years of being a mutant she wished there was some sort of cure or way that she could be normal...but since there wasn’t she just lived with what she was and came a long way since then in accepting it. Still, her openness did not come freely as she was curious about him too. There had to be a reason behind his interest in her. When she asked him why he cared he merely replied that he was a Pisces, to which she gave him an unconvinced look. The alignment of the stars and planets and such held no stock in Avery’s eyes. The belief that they coupled with the day of your birth foretold things about your life and who you were was utter foolishness. Nonetheless, to each their own...she just didn’t believe in it and thus expected a little more of an answer from Kyle. Though, he didn’t bother to explain any further as he instead went into debating against Avery’s “normal life” reply and ordered another round. He told her that wanting such a life was overrated but if that what she wanted, then all the power to her. He then took another step towards her, closing the gap between them so much that she thought he might lean in to kiss her. Like a doe caught in headlights, she stiffened not sure if he was going to actually do it. Instead, his voice became velvety soft as he leaned in and told her that she was better for being who she was and in a world of people who constantly struggled to fit it, it couldn’t be helped that she stood out. He then reached out and tenderly tucked a lock of hair behind her fluted ear, causing her cheeks to flush immediately and brightly. They were sensitive to touch, almost like when a man caressed your neck or your hips; Avery didn’t allow anyone to come near them and thankfully Kyle just barely missed. He stepped away from her and though she was all a twitter, reaching up to touch the hair he had, she was relieved that he hadn’t tried to kiss her. Moving away he added that he didn’t think her uniqueness had anything to do with her color, taking his shot and drink from the waitress downing both before he smiled warmly at her. She caught that look in his eye, that glimmer of something that was....flirtation? Yes, definitely he was flirting with her. The compliments had been a tipoff but that touch just then was a definite confirmation. Was this why he had asked her to go out with him tonight, so that he might get her drunk and hit on her? Taking her glass from the waitress she took a large swallow of the sweet liquor to settle herself down. His mouth opened again after he took a drink and in knowing Kyle as she did, even his otherworld self, she knew that he had much more to say. What he had to say did not really surprise her; it seemed somewhat similar to what she thought her Kyle would say. Basically saying that whatever she did was her business, but it was of his opinion that it wasn’t any good if she wasn’t happy and that if Pietro was going to put the safety of the world before her, then he didn’t deserve her. Once more, Avery was inclined to think that Kyle didn’t understand. It was like when a loved one dies and your friend tells you that they’re feeling for you, yet they haven’t lost anyone belonged to them in their life. They don’t really understand, do they? Not really... But Kyle was convinced that she deserved better, and if his other self liked her then that was enough for him to want what was best for her as well. Shockingly he added that he would settle for a night of hot sex but he knew he shouldn’t push his luck. Avery’s mouth nearly dropped at this and for a second she gave him “the look” that told him that he hadn’t a snowball’s chance in hell. Discarding his pool stick, he didn’t seem to be phased by this, leaning against the table and folding his arms as he regarded her. Tilting her head, she listened how he spoke of love...the love that he had and knew. And because of this reason he didn’t care what the case was, he wouldn’t dare leave her side if it was him. He told her with love, you had to give it your all and if Pietro needed anything more than her, then he didn’t deserve her. His words were discouraging to Avery. Sure they sounded nice, they sounded very romantic and how things probably should be....but she wasn’t sure if they were quite as realistic as they were more so fairytale. That and the obvious fact that he was telling her to leave the man she loved, which she didn’t like. And it sounded somewhat odd to hear him go into something as passionate as he had, as if he was having a heart to heart with her, especially since they were practically strangers. Perhaps in the short time he had come to feel comfortable with her. There indeed was something about Avery, though she never did see it in herself and thus had never realized it. There was an aura about her, perhaps it was merely her good nature or how she wore her heart on her sleeve that pulled others to her. It was more like a charm really. People who came spent time with her were drawn by it, finding her easy to befriend, easy to talk to and easy to love. She spoke to them kindly, always kept an open mind and never seemed to judge them as most did. She was modest and seemed to always speak honestly and from the heart, even when she didn’t wish to. This was just normal for her; she did so without even thinking about it, without even trying. Avery was a gem and lacking really spending time with her, Kyle had already recognized this. Was this the reason why he was trying to give her good advice? More than likely though later she would suspect there were other factors playing into it. For a while she had held her tongue, not allowing herself to interrupt him midway through his lecture. She was in a public place; she didn’t want to embarrass herself with an outburst as she may have if she was upon institute grounds. It wasn’t unheard of to see the pair of best chums in a heated conversation, bricking and picking at each other in almost a good nature fashion, the sort of back and forth that only really good friends could have. Sure they had their moments when they became frustrated with the other, but in the end they still cared for each other, their strong bond unshakable. It was very difficult to try and look at the man before her as if he was a stranger. The more time she spent one on one with him, the more similar characteristics between the two Kyles she had began to see. Though there had been that one moment where she felt like socking him square in the mouth, had he’d been someone else, she might have. But at this moment she count not just let what he said next just slide. "How do you know you won't always be holding the bag and the fort. You can't like it, deep down inside, no matter how understanding you say you are a part of you hates him for it and I'd bet money on that." “That’d be one bet you’d lose, buddy.” Avery told him in even tones that warned him that he had upset her. Her cheeks still red from earlier and her vibrant eyes seeming a little brighter (or glassy) because of how drunk she was. “No matter what he does or whatever happens, I will never hate Pietro. Yes, it hurts to be left behind. It hurts that I can’t be with him and that he can’t see me. Some nights it hurts so much that I can hardly bare it, that I think I just might die...But hate him because of it? No...I could never.” Her head tilted slightly as she looked straight into his eyes, almost as if she was looking for an answer in them. And though her tones were passionate, her voice still retained its constant softness. “Besides, it is not just a one way street here. There are times because I am an X-Man that I go away, and I leave him behind, knowing that it is possible that I might be killed in a mission. I’m sure there isn’t a part in his heart that hates me for that, even though I know he’d much rather for me to stay and be safe with him instead...I think we both accept that part of our relationship. And I think that might be the part that you don’t understand the most. It hurts to look into the eyes of my best friend and hear his voice tell me to leave my boyfriend because he doesn’t realize things aren’t as cut and dry as he thinks. It really hurts...” There was a moment’s pause between them as she turned her head away and used that moment to think. What concerned her now was that this otherworldly Kyle knew little about her, knew nothing of Pietro and even less of the situation that she was in. She had given him such limited detail that he didn’t understand the severity of their situation, how unique it was that things weren’t so simple, weren’t so cut and dry. He was looking at it through unbiased eyes...through fresh eyes. This thought struck Avery heavily. He had no reason to hate Pietro like others had and likewise he had really no other reason to dolt on Avery other than the fact that his other self was her best friend. He looked at her relationship with this man as if they were an average couple. He figured he knew what love should be and decided what they had, definitely wasn’t it (or at least on Pietro’s end). He saw that Pietro was not fit for Avery, and that leaving her behind in these dire times was not love at all. He told her she deserved better, just like others had, those who had expressed it and those who didn’t have to. He who had no reason to care told her the same as those who were like family. This realization hit her hard, pained her so much that she thought she would cry right there and then. Was....was he right? Was she in a bad relationship? Did Pietro not love her like she deserved? She had quietened for a moment as she took a few sips of her cherry pom martini, clear that she was thinking about something by the soft furrowing of her brows in an almost pained expression. One slender finger idly spun the discarded cue ball in a slow circular motion as she thought to herself, of things he had said. It wasn’t all that he was saying in concerning her relationship that got to her, but what he said about love as well. He spoke so passionately about it, the way her Kyle did when he really believed in something. Now Avery had known a little about Kyle’s past, of his relationships before Delia but she found herself being curious about whom he was speaking of (not knowing where their pasts had become different from the others). Whoever she had been, he had loved her deeply and it was a love that he had lost. But what kind of loss was it? Was it the kind of hurt he felt similar to what might happen to her, so much that he felt compelled to try to save her from it? She needed to know what his story was because she just wasn’t buying this curious bit he tired to play on her earlier. There had to be a reason why he was telling her so much. “Kyle...?” She looked back at him and asked somewhat reluctantly, sounding unsure if she should but doing so anyway. “The one you loved...What happened to her? Is she the reason why you’re telling me all this? I mean...You talk like you had it, like whoever she was, she was the one. Did she...Did she leave you behind? Did she break your heart?” Her voice was gentle and sounded somewhat afraid of the answer. Avery wasn’t seeking to mock him, or turn the tables on him. She just needed to understand, as well as being who she was, she couldn’t help but feel a little concerned that her assumptions about him were correct. |
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| Kyle Van Leerson | Sep 19 2010, 04:59 AM Post #7 |
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For all the similarities he shared with his counterpart Kyle knew in some really fundamental ways the two were vastly different. And on some level he resented his other self the differences because it went back to a fundamental aspect of who he was and who he imagined his other self should be. Cadance, In tracing back the lineage of this life as opposed to his own Kyle had been surprised to discover that both realities had dealt him the same hand. Both men had loved the same girl, and both had killed her accidentally by the same manifestation of power. In some ways it was a cruel universal joke, because no matter the differences of realities that much always stayed the same, he was destined to love and he was destined to lose. That moment had been his most defining, it had been that moment that changed his view on life and the world, on God and justice. It would be Cadance's death that he would carry with him his entire life, and on the day he took his last breath he knew it would be her face that would be the last thing he'd see. That would be his reward and his punishment of that he was certain. Life after that, life after her, had become an existence. He had his flings, his fun, his endeavors but he had existed in the world never really been apart of it. It was why he had so easily joined with Emma Frost in her endeavor to move people to Jus Soli, he craved the danger that helped him feel alive, the redemption that came from helping atone for a crime that he had committed and the freedom of never having to be in any one place to long and be forced to evaluate his life. His family demanded one of two things, comply or lie. Lying had been easy for him, and as the Van Leersons were more than happy to ask no questions that pertained to their son of anything that delved beneath the superficial convincing them how well he was doing and how well adjust he was had been no true strain. They were more than happy to pretend the knowledge that he was a mutant was a non-fact, and so long as he never made a spectacle of it, treat him as one of the family. They didn't ask; he didn't say, and on the odd holiday or special occasion he would put on his act of feigned indifference and all would be well in the household. It had been simpler that way, and he now understood impossible for his other self to live. This Kyle, the Kyle that belonged to this world, had been unwilling to comply to such theology, he had simply needed to be himself. He wondered if his other self would think less of him for that compromise, it had been easy for the Kyle of this world to fight for that kind of acknowledgment and independence, he had had a support system of non nuclear family around him, his other self did not. Funny thing about compromise, some times it really was more of a trade off. Kyle had been unable to sever all ties to his old life nor did he really want to. Because to cut off that part of who he had been would have meant to resolve what had happened and resolving that would have meant letting go and Kyle had never wanted to let go. His grief was at times all he had left to remind him of how happy he had once been and he needed that because that pain and anger kept Cadance close. He nursed his wounds instead of letting them heal because old ghosts were the most important relationships he had. That was why he held as much disregard for the sanctity of this Kyle's relationship with Delia Colins. Delia Colins was no Cadance and it seemed treason to a memory to move on with someone so different from an image time had polished into a memory too perfect to have ever been real. The concern in Avery's voice took him for a small spin. He wasn't used to leaving himself open for interpretation, nor did he know how comfortable he would be with this stranger prying at an intimate detail that he guarded so deeply. It was the irony that he had no problem jabbing fingers into other people's metaphorical wounds, but he couldn't abide the favor being returned on him. But there was something disarming about the girl and her purple eyes. And there was the desperate desire to prove himself right, to offer his defense as to why Kyle and Delia were doomed, why you had to pay the piper for any true happiness you ever had. It was funny he thought. A day ago he'd never imagined he'd be talking any of this out with anyone and yet here he was about to open up to a stranger, maybe not a stranger to this body, but a stranger to the soul that inhabited it. It was an intimacy that was more dangerous to the man he was then any sexual encounter. Because his hurt was his treasure, it was what he held onto when he surrendered everything else. It was what made him a freak and gave him the vantage point in which to look out and judge others. He took a swallow from his drink, a theatrical motion more than a required one before opening the door to his world just slightly but more so then he had ever done before. "Did Kyle ever tell you about Cadance?" he opened his wallet and pulled out a picture he had kept of the two of them, well worn by fingerprints and being pulled in and out to be stared out when the memory failed and stimulation to the central nerve of sorrow was required. "Well if he has then you know the story, we were in love. Destined to have the Americana, two point two kids with the picket fence and live like the Kennedy's. Summer in Martha's Vineyard, be total schmucks but the really happy kind. The rest is a tale as old as mutant kind, boy loves girl, girl loves boy. Boy is mutant kills girl by accident when powers decide to upload, scandal ensues and Yay!, boy gets fucked over royally. It ya know like they say, 'whatever doesn't kill you only makes you wish you were dead." He retrieved the photo from her hand and returned it to it's place. "Don't get all weepy eyed on me. Shit happens, I'm no better or worse than anyone. Hell how many people can say they've lived a Pearl Jam song? I had my shot it wasn't meant so you move on and you move out. A lot of world out there a lot of crap I can make better to make up for things. And I need that, all this passive waiting around for big bad shit to go down gets grating. I want better so I work in my own way for better." He looked ta her again this time searching out her face for the tell tale signs of deal breakers. Was she pitying him, was she one step away from giving him a sad tear and a big bear hug? If so then all bets on how well behaved he could be were off. He could handle a lot, but when someone gave you their support it made you evaluate your pain in a way deeper than the fleeting wallowing he was accustomed to. And Kyle didn't want that. He didn't want to change, there was comfort in the consistency. "Now before you get all 'but that's what Pietrie? Was that his name? Sounds like a dish. Anyway before you get drawing up comparisons it's not the same. Because you can have either or but you can't have both. And even If he's the world's largest pile of shit and your king of the flies, you can't have both. It's too fleeting, too dangerous and down right not fair. You can chose love or you can chose to save the world but your just being greedy trying to have both because one is gonna get jealous of the other and one is gonna suffer for the other. And it's my experience that the world tends to trump in these things. It shouldn't be a competition and you shouldn't have to share. You shouldn't have to question what's more important. Whatever is out there if it's pull is greater than you then your the other woman or person or whatever. Whats enough sacrifice? How many pounds of flesh do you have to give? Yeah normal is overrated but that doesn't mean it always has to be the bad guy in the deal." He leaned back against the pool table again. He had played over this equation many times in his head and like well versed doctrine he had believed every word. He was honest with anyone he ever became involved with. He could give of himself, of his time, even body but his heart was off limits. Because that had died in a car crash a long time back and he was a good enough man to not be so selfish as to think he could love someone when he couldn't ever forgive himself. But the tables had been turned tonight, this green eyed girl had opened up old wounds long hidden away from prying minds. He didn't know how comfortable he was with that? Someone seeing into parts of him that he would rather always be secretive. He needed to turn the conversation away from what was guarded. Before she asked questions he wasn't so easily going to be able to answer. Again he took another long swallow of his drink, slammed the mug a bit loudly on the table and wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked at Avery again, and this time gave her his most dazzling smile. "So here are all the reasons I think we should leave here right now, go back to my room and do like that taught in Health class. And here's why. This doesn't have be about connection, hell it doesn't even have to be about sex. This about finding an hour or two of release from the pain of being you, and you'll find that's fine with me cause all I want is the exact same thing." Blue eyes twinkled with devilish humor, it was as much a sweet come on as it was desperate truth. Because sometimes the only escape was to hunt out temporarily as much solace that you could steal from pleasure in another person and in that fleeting moment only feel and not think. Be a mass of nerve endings and tissue and androgynous zones, only feel never think. Not think about the love that you destroyed or the love that abandoned you for something else, not think about a pain that was constant like a black hole in your chest. Not think about anything at all, only feel. And when that was over, pick yourself up, grab you clothes and your baggage and move on down the line. That was his philosophy for making it work the last few years and maybe it was faulted but it was getting him by so far so Kyle wasn't going to shake up the system just yet. "Can't speak for you but I'll trade lonely for guilty, it's easier to drown. |
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| Avery | Sep 30 2010, 05:54 AM Post #8 |
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Avery had already known the story about Cadance but had sort have hoped things had been a little different for this Kyle. When he had asked her if she knew, she merely nodded and murmured that she did. She had seen the worn picture before but took it as it was handed to her anyway. She was pretty, she thought this again as she looked at the picture, knowing how much her Kyle had been very much in love with her, how hurt he had been when the tragedy happened. It was difficult to move past such a thing, but she believed her Kyle had. Or at least, he had learned to cope and learned to live his life and find happiness. However, this sad story was retold to her in such a blunt, careless way that seemed very harsh to Avery. Sure some people got over things, but they usually didn't look back at such painful memories as if they it was just a cruel joke handed by life. It was a combination of these things that must've put a look on Avery's face and as he retrieved the picture he practically scolded her for her pity. He explained that shit happened and basically that he had his shot at love and since it didn't work out, he had moved on. Now whether she was buying his words couldn't even be pondered upon as Kyle moved straight onto her relationship with Pietro. He told her flatly not to compare their relationships because they weren't the same. He made a point to explain to her that a relationship where they tried to be together and save the earth just wasn't going to work, that you could have one but not the other because only one would prevail. It caused Avery to frown. She didn't want to hear such things since it held a ring of truth to it. Being a 'super hero' did put a strain on things, it did get in the way sometimes but she was certain it could work. Surely she could have both! Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted with the loud thud of a beer mug upon the table. Avery's bright violet orbs flickered up to hers and a dashing smile graced his features. She tilted her head slightly in wonder of what the sudden change of gears was about and the words that followed made her eyes widen in surprise. He offered the idea of leaving the bar and returning to his room to have a couple hours together...to have sex. He reasoned that it didn't have to be about connection or making love...but like an escape from the pain she was feeling that he would be fine with cause that's what he wanted too. His eyes twinkled devilishly and she could tell he wasn't really joking about it even though he spoke with a lightheartedness. Nonetheless, Avery was floored. She didn't know what to say at first. She had realized that he had been flirting with her, but had tried to shrug it off. Even his mention of sex much earlier she hadn't taken seriously since she had figured that he had just causally said it to shake her up, just for shock value. But now, it seemed that perhaps he had said it to gauge her reaction and judge how far he could go with it. Feeling her out so to speak. It seemed to add up now. How he had asked her out tonight, all the drinks he had been buying her and definitely all the charm her was pouring on...Then, to further go on to make her question her relationship, try to convince her that Pietro wasn't deserving of her and that she shouldn't be with him, that she deserved better...It was all just a rouse to bring her closer to him. The whole night had been an attempt to sleep with her! The thought of it made Avery eyes sting with how upset she was and in response to the anger wielding up inside, her eyes began to pulse a neon shade. She felt like a fool not to realize it earlier and that only added to her ire. "Sleep with you? So this was what this night was all about huh?! The whole, hey lets get out of the stuffy mansion and blow off some steam, have a few drinks and play some pool...All lies to get me out so you can put the moves on me. You know that Kyle and I are best friends, that we have a strong relationship...Hell, he's like an older brother to me. I could never.....and...And you even went as far as to try to make me feel crappy about my relationship, so that I would give up on the man I love. All for a quick romp between the sheets?! That's low....That's lower than low, Van Leerson. Kyle would never do that a girl...Never." Her voice was not too loud as to disturb the rest of the bar, but it was as bitter and as venomous as anyone had ever heard in Avery's voice despite it's softness. She couldn't see it at the moment, couldn't see that his intentions were not as bad as they seemed. He hadn't sought her out for what she saw it as, he had honestly looked to her for a night of relaxation and companionship. He didn't intend to sweep her away from the mansion in an attempt to woo her into sleeping with him, but perhaps if she could see it at another angle she would think that he just figured that since he was there and she was there they could make love and forget about everything just for a little while, escape their pain. It was by no means a good idea but it wasn't as manipulative and dishonest as she thought it was. But right now that was neither here or there. She was angry...angry and hurt. She couldn't believe that Kyle would suggest such a thing to her, couldn't believe the things he was saying when he knew by now how much the body he resided in, the person she thought he should be, was her best friend...he was someone who was suppose to love her and look out for her. Not hurt her and take advantage of her good nature. While at another time this might've caused Avery burst into tears, tonight the barriers that kept her mouth clamped shut and kept angry, hurtful (though perhaps truthful) things to flow forth were flattened by the alcohol. "And you know what? My relationship with Pietro is not as strange as you think. He does love me, he loves me deeply...no matter if you think he should be with me no matter what else is going on in his life or the world. Like I said, things aren't as cut and dry as you like to think..." Then something came to her, something that had been melted in her head from back when she was a little girl. A little cross stitched verse hung up on their kitchen wall that her mother had handmade. With her mouth already on a roll, her emotions furiously flying out of her mostly fueled by her drunkenness, she let out a part of her that she normally kept reserved. "Let me give you a little insight, words that are centuries old but still ring true. 'Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude. Love is not irritable, and it does not keep record of when it has been wronged. It is never glad about injustice but rejoices when truth wins out. Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance. Love will last forever.' First Corinthians....something, something. Whatever. That's what love is. What true love is. Whether its love for a friend, or family, or the love of your life. Because being in love with someone is not the same as loving someone. You can be in love with someone and wish they were a little different, but to love someone is seeing them for who they really are and still caring for them. Sure Pietro isn't perfect but I'm not bitter about that, that's not love. So he's not around when things are getting rough because he has something he needs to do, that's okay. If there's one thing I know, it's that you can't have love without having pain, hun. You wanna talk about sacrifice? Sacrifice is the hallmark of love." Avery grabbed up her martini glass and downed it's remains and gave a little frustrated growl. "Hell, I'm staring to sound like you now. You'd think you'd know this already but...something really fucked up your outlook didn't it. You had love right? You had it and it was real....until something bad happened and your faith in it died....Or something like that. You think that's what Candance would've wanted to happen to you after she passed? What happened Kyle...Are you afraid of it now? Afraid to take that leap of faith in someone that you think love is about being attached at the waist to them? Like that will stop you from losing them, or make them stay? Reality check buddy! No relationship is perfect, you've gotta give and you've gotta take...and no, not its not going to be even but it'll be real. So while I might be hurting and lonely....I don't have delusions of love and...and...Ugh! See this is why my Kyle is so much better than you! He's a survivor. He went through the same damn thing, but somehow he kept going, he made himself stronger, he overcame the scars the tragedy left on him and found a way to move forward. He found friends and a family, those that he loves and that love him back. He takes his lumps but I can promise you that the next morning he's smiling and will tell you that his life is a pretty good one. While you, you've managed to build a fort around you so you can't get hurt again, didn't you? How's life treating you? Are you happy? Are things how you want them to be? ....You might seem like you've got it good with that fake dazzling smile and don't give a shit attitude of yours but I know when somethings wrong. I bet behind it all, you're miserable. Maybe you should stop looking at my life and take a deep look at your own." Her little chest rose and fell and her fists trembled in their balled up position as she finished her rant, glaring at him for a moment as she expected an answer to everything she said. But then just like a shift of wind she changed her mind, doubting that he even took any of her words to heart. He was probably that big of an ass that he didn't care. "Actually, fuck this," she said abruptly, savagely grabbing up her purse and turning heel. "I don't care anymore. You can figure this one out on your own. I'm done....I'm getting the hell out of here. Jerk..." Without another word Avery stomped off, already with her hand roughly rummaging through her purse for her keys while the other hand had to catch herself a few times on a couple of pool tables on her way out. While she even in her drunken stupor wasn't about to drive her car, she just wanted to sit in it and have a moment to cool down with the cigarette that now accompanied her jingling keys. |
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| Kyle Van Leerson | Oct 13 2010, 03:04 AM Post #9 |
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His hands went out in front of him as his words sparked a rage in the green hued nurse. He would have been offended if she wasn't actually down right adorable in her tantrum against him. In truth Kyle was surprised by her reaction, he had seen his actions as playful flirting and his words on love and relationships a cemented truth. Who was deluding who here? Was his own notions and experiences the certainty or did this girl who didn't know him at all and in some ways was striking at him more personally than anyone had in years have the real truth? God, how he wished he could believe her! How great would it be to have that kind of passion and certainty again, to have that romanticized notion of family and life. But it just wasn't in him, not anymore. That justification had burned out on a two line highway in a fiery crash several years ago and was not coming back. Maybe he was a jaded prick who pushed people away and closed off his heart to opportunity and relationships and even love, but if he was then he was. That kind of change wasn't in him. All Kyle had was his grief, it was his reminder that he was alive, that for a brief fleeting moment he had been happy. And he had accepted that this was now the price he had to pay for that. What was the saying about taking things for granted? He had been foolish once, believing the sun would shine forever and love was a right not a gift. He hadn't seen it then for what it was, a double edged sword that cut at every turn. Love had made him this person he was now, and whether good or bad it was the only truth he knew. She stormed out of the bar, a harsh expletive and a stinging smell of cinnamon announcing her departure. He may have been a jerk but he wasn't an obnoxious one. He had not started the evening with the attention of seducing her, rather to him it had seemed a pleasant option to consider. If sex was out of the question than it was out of the question, he had no problem with rejection but he did have issue with her assumptions. Maybe because she got a little to close to his truth. Maybe because in some ways everyone really does need a friend and no one really wanted to go home alone. He threw down an obscene amount of money that technically wasn't his to cover their tab and chased after Avery. He found her outside, keys moving in hands showing the affects of alcohol. He rushed fast and snatched the keys out of her hand. "Truce. truce!" he said before she turned her violet eyes in anger at him again. "Hear me out before you go all Amazon, dangerous queen of the jungle. Your drunk and while I have no issue with someone getting drunk I'm not in good conscience going to let you get behind the wheel of a vehicle and get hurt. I am that much of a gentleman even if you don't believe it. Let me call you a cab, it's the least I can do. If I offended you back there I'm sorry. Honestly, my mouth runs away from me and sometimes I'm halfway through saying stuff i shouldn't even be saying before I've even realized I've said it. I didn't plan all this as some grand seduction, trust me if I was out to woo you I can play it a lot more suave than two dollar draft and a pool table." He saw the cigarettes in her purse and asked her for one. He lit it, leaned his back against the hood of the car he had confiscated the keys to and exhaled. "These things will kill you you know." he said his tone mostly in jest. He wasn't a smoker and he wasn't a cad but it seemed in this reality image was worth twice as much as identity. It was like you had to prove how different you were than your other self, how much worse, how unsatisfied but he didn't feel it. He simply couldn't resent the life he had or the world he came from. Maybe it got lonely but it also gave him freedom and that freedom was like air to him now, he needed it to survive. "Any chance I could get a second shot at a first impression." he said smiling and smoking and being more Kyle like than he would ever care to admit. "I'm sorry if I judged you harshly, guess it's a repercussion of all this new stuff. I still don't get half of this and what I do understand just makes me wanna throw my fist at a wall. It's damn hard trying to fit into a life you never asked for and it's freaking impossible trying to live up to expectations and assumptions that you never set for yourself. I had a kid come up to me and ask me why wasn't I wearing a sweater vest the other day. I've never worn a sweater vest in my life." He took another drag from the contra-banded cigarette and exhaled again blowing out the smoke more prop than stimulant. "I'm going to tell you something I've never told anyone and you can hate me if you want but I'd damn sure as hell appreciate it if you hated me for who I am instead of the Kyle that I'm not. The truth is I don't really know where I fit in, on either reality but I'm happy with that. I'm happy not having the answers and I'm happy that I don't have anyone looking to me for them. I talk shit that i probably can't back up and maybe that's my own jaded view on the world but it's real and it might not be real to you but it's real to me. So I'm sorry if I underestimated your love but don't underestimate my loss. Until you've lived it you can't understand it." He dropped the still smoldering cigarette to the ground and stomped it out with his shoe. "So what do you say? You willing to practice some of that forgiveness you X-men preach and give a well meaning if not exactly sanctimonious guy another chance? I'm willing to give this friend thing another try if you are and who knows I might even surprise you, you might realize I'm not half as big the asshole you think I am." He said all this with puppy dog eyes and a polite smile. 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| Avery | Nov 8 2010, 07:07 AM Post #10 |
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There was something about the light in his eyes as he raised his hands defensively while she tore into him in her angry rant. It certainly wasn't anger or any signs of being upset...was it amusement? Something about them seemed warmer than what they should've been given the moment and consequently that vexed her even more, as if he wasn't taking her serious. Yet another cruel reminder that he wasn't her best friend, over and over this thought replayed in her head but she was too pissed to stay with him a moment longer. With a spin on her heel and a few awkward stumbles, she was out the door with keys in hand. However, her words must not have had enough effect to keep in dead in his tracks and shortly after her departure she could hear his hurried steps behind her. She had only just turned on her image inducer to hide her mutant identity but unfortunately he knew her in both human and mutant form. Sober enough to realize it was him, she was still too drunk to react in split seconds to avoid his grab. Her keys jingled as they were snatched out her hands as easily as if she had been a misbehaving child. She turned on him, long brown curls for a moment shimmering with a strange white mist as did her hands, which quickly died away as he cried out truce. Avery's dagger pointed glare only lasted a moment as listened to him speak with her arms crossed over her chest and her purse hanging half open from the crook of her arm by one handle. Well, okay....She didn't stop glaring right away. The 'Amazon, queen of jungle' quip received him a particular dirty look but with his words she began to ease up as he was being genuine in his words. He denied her the right to drive (although she was only going to sit and stew in there and have a cigarette) and offered to pay for her cab instead. Avery found herself settling some more as he began to apologized, he began to sound more like her Kyle. A lot of times, this is how it went between them. They talked, then something would come up and she would get pissed at him, things would exacerbate and eventually he would apologize and they would make up. ....It was how it always went and this time felt like no exception. Strangely, this moment and the familiar feeling only made her miss him more. So she had also run her mouth for no reason, taking his words in a direction that he hadn't intended. However, in her defence what other woman wouldn't have thought what she had? Avery felt terrible that she had been wrong and thus reacted in such a way, but still could not feel that her reaction was too surprising given the situation. Regardless, when she had a moment she would offer him her own apology and even in this very thought one could see that she had sobered and calmed a great deal. Her eyes then followed his to where he had spied her cigarettes from her open purse for all the world see. He asked for one and she obliged, taking one for herself and commenced with lighting her own before she passed him the lighter. "I wasn't going to drive, you know." She informed him in a mutter that sounded somewhat like a childish pout. Without another word, she boosted herself to sit on the hood of her car, just beside where Kyle leaned. They both took a moment to draw back on their cigarettes but he was the first to break the conversation. "These things will kill you you know." He weakly joked to break the ice. It was a cold shiver that ran down her spine as she felt like she was reliving a moment. In her mind the scene shifted back to November where she and Kyle were sharing a similar moment. Of course, back then he had said the same thing and the fight came afterwards but for all the differences between the two Kyles she could have sworn her's was with her now. It was the reason why she almost dropped her cigarette and her shapely dark brown eyes turned to him with a startled expression. He then asked for a second chance on a first impression and bam, she was brought back to the very first day they had met. It was the same tone and same expression...her heart crumpled. For all the bantering back and forth, the times they got on each others nerves, Avery would not deny that she missed him dearly. Was he okay over there? Was he lonely? The reminder swept away any anger that remained...not that there really was much left. She never could hold her anger long; already she had forgiven him even as he was getting into his apology and the old 'foot in the mouth' line. As always he never totally sided with her, there was never a 'I was wrong and you were right' between Kyle and Avery. However, every time there was understanding and trust, and honestly that was more comforting than the satisfaction of being the one that won. Though there was a moment where a sad scent of rain from the flashbacks lingers about the two, she did not interrupt him as he spoke. In doing so she gained a better insight of the man next to her. As she continued to smoke, he discarded his and began to tell her things that he hadn't anyone else. Unlike her Kyle, he admitted to being happy with a freestyle life, one of little structure, of no rules or responsibility without knowing where his next step would take him. And while he apologized for undermining her love he warned her not to underestimate his loss until she lived it because until then she couldn't understand. For a moment she wanted to snap back, hiss that she knew what loss was and she had lost many loved ones in her short life...however, now wasn't a time to be bitter or catty. The argument was long over. "So what do you say? You willing to practice some of that forgiveness you X-men preach and give a well meaning if not exactly sanctimonious guy another chance? I'm willing to give this friend thing another try if you are and who knows I might even surprise you, you might realize I'm not half as big the asshole you think I am." He asked, making one of his faces...the one where his eyes somehow became bigger and bluer and his smile so innocently sweet. "Aww, not the face....That's not fair." She groaned in flat tones, slipping her tush off the car and readjusting her skirt after she snuffed her cigarette underfoot. "Fine, fine. You get your second chance. You seriously didn't have to go with the whole puppy eyes to win me over... Listen, I'm sorry too. I might've went a little over the top back there. I understand things aren't easy for you here, but they're not that easy for me either...everyone seems to be slipping away from me and there's nothing I can do. I'm upset and frustrated, lonely and scared and...well, it's all balled up in there and came out on you." She smoothed a hand through her long brown curls. "Kyle...If there's anything in you like my Kyle...If we're going to try to be friends, you're going to need to know this: We get along splendidly, just like peas and carrots. We'll laugh and enjoy each others company, but I'm always going to think you're an opinionated arse and you'll most likely think that I'm naïve and doe-eyed. We'll argue and you'll always say something to put your foot in your mouth..It's the way we're suppose to be." She tilted her head, smirking sweetly at the truth behind her words. "But regardless, I know that in there," her fingertip poked his chest. "there's a pretty great guy. Same soul...just a different path. So yeah, call me selfish...but I'd rather have one Kyle in my life than no Kyle at all. I could really use a friend right now." Avery said honestly as she moved that last little bit to give him a clumsy hug, the last bit of chugged martini suddenly kicking in and hitting her hard. "'Cause I....might be sick later." She added with a little chuckle. |
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