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| The Service We Owe to the One More Faithful; Avery | |
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| Topic Started: Nov 8 2014, 05:52 AM (157 Views) | |
| Quicksilver | Nov 8 2014, 05:52 AM Post #1 |
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September 15th Around Noon There were times when he ran from others, tearful and afraid of what he had seen, what he had been. There were times when he ran to protect others, desperate to save them from death and destruction, sometimes able to save those he cared most for, sometimes not. There were times when he ran simply because he could, because he was free, he was alive and he was fast, oh so so very fast. But he ran now, because he had someone to run to. Pietro Django Maximoff, the Magnusson, only son of Erik and Magda, heir to Magneto, none of that mattered at this moment. This was not even a time for brother to Wanda, brother to Lorna. This moment was all for husband... and all for wife. So, Pietro ran, and ran until he was a blur, and streaked the streets, torn the reddening leaves from the trees. He was through the gates, and down the stairs... ... and then, he was there. Pietro Maximoff paused at the door to the infirmary, white hair tousled with his run, cowlicks unruly. He was dressed in his uniform, for street clothes did not withstand the speeds he ran at, and across his face he wore a smile so broad and so delighted that he might have seemed any entirely different person. Because before him, busily doing whatever it was she was doing, was the green hued, violet eyed miracle of a woman who had seen something in him he still did not. "I have heard," he said, in his accented tenor, "that somewhere here is a nurse who has a silly husband who flits about the world like an unfocused hummingbird and who has wholly neglected her in favor of unwanted duty. As I cannot find that man to punch him squarely in his face, I suppose the best I can do is steal away his pretty wife and make her promises that I shall never run away from her." All that he had endured, all that he had seen, all that he had lost and found on this too long journey meant nothing. "Hello, my wife," Pietro said, to Avery, "Are you not going to welcome your husband home?" |
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| Avery | Nov 10 2014, 08:14 AM Post #2 |
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Clicka. Clicka. Clicka. Clack-a-lac-a-lac. Along with the steady hum of the fluorescent lights, the tapping of a mouse and keyboard was the only thing to be heard. Sitting at the cube like desk area of the nurse station, Avery sat as she went about the usual business. Updating files of walk ins so far this morning and the like. Which was, thank goodness, as some days in the mansion were in the institute, an uneventful morning. Chewing on the cap of a pen as she did her work, she heard that someone had arrived but did not jump up. She recognized the sound, the sudden and abrupt presence meant it was a speedster of some sort. However Avery knew a few speedsters and as Dallas was a good friend of hers, it was likely to be him to remind her she had skipped dinner once again. Which she would remind him, once again, that she didn't really need to have dinner every day. Avery also was not new to the infirmary anymore. Sure when in her first few years as soon as she heard someone at the entrance she rushed to meet them. These days she was a little more relaxed. Unless someone was screaming bloody murder or calling out her name, chances were it wasn't an emergency. So instead of looking up at the visitor right away, she continued to finish up what she was doing. And then…his voice came. "Hello, my wife," Pietro said, to Avery, "Are you not going to welcome your husband home?" Avery froze as her heart caught up in her throat. For a minute she wasn't sure if it was real and an overwhelming flood of joy welded up inside that maybe, just maybe, it wasn't a dream this time. For it had been a long time since he had left and after a couple of months had past she had started expecting him to show up any day. Of course, the longer he was gone the more this expectation began to dwindle away. However, since fall had come she had begun to have rather vivid dreams. Many of them were of him arriving to her room early in the morning, some of them were a dream within a dream which really threw her for a loop when she woke up. Which was the reason why she stared at him in disbelief as he spoke so lyrically to her. But as real as those dreams were, his voice, his smell, his touch…Avery's mind could not string together words that were so Pietro than Pietro himself. It was him. He was home. Her heart pounded so hard that surely he heard it. It must had been such a long wait for him to see her move and yet a delight to see her eyes light up as they did for him. Her chair was slung back, rolling into the wall, folders scattered off the desk, a cup of pens tipped over and rained upon the floor as in one fluid motion her foot planted onto her desk and shoved off to propel herself through the air and to her husbands arms. He would catch her. He always caught her. "Mea drgoste! You're home." Her muffled voice came as she wrapped her arms him, holding him as tightly as she could. Her scent was that of pears for her happiness but it was mingled with another scent that was only for him. Yet, it was his own scent that was heavenly in her mind. He was safe. He was home. Gently she cupped his jawline in her minty hands, looking up at him as she took in his every feature. "Don't ever leave me so long again." She whispered quickly before her soft, emerald lips pressed tenderly against his in a deep, long awaited and anticipated kiss. Which was of course followed by another and another as the poor travel wary speedster was buried with kisses from his lovely bride. |
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| Quicksilver | Nov 11 2014, 08:44 AM Post #3 |
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He had expected an embrace, a kiss, some gentle chiding, even a slap of punishment would not have been unanticipated. To have her leap over her desk into his arms, well, suffice it to say that it was a good thing Pietro Maximoff was a speedster. Catching out of the air, he met every kiss with one of his own and every murmured word of love with more. She filled the air with the scent of pear and some other that he could not identify and he whispered, "Such perfume for me, my flower," Nuzzling his face into her green hair, he smiled, "I am not deserving of such sweetness." They stepped apart from each other, but only far enough to barely glimpse daylight between them, as she entreated he do not leave her, and Pietro only lightly loosened his hold on her, "I will not leave, darling, not again, never for so long. I was duty bound, but no more. I have filled my duty to my father finally, once and forever. Now, I am yours all and wholly and if you have not given up on me, you have your husband completely." Pietro's long fingered pale hand stroked through her emerald locks and he said, "You have cut your hair, have you not? It is lovely, but it is only part of your loveliness. Every moment as we sought my father, you were what bouyed me up when there was nothing but doubt and boredom to weigh me down. My father, we did not find, but ourselves? Perhaps we are better people from when we set out. I hope that the man I am now is good enough for you, to be husband, lover... father of our children. I hope that you will find me all that you wish me to be." He brought his lips to hers and whispered against them, "I vow to be yours as you wish me for as long as you wish me to be, my wife." |
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| Avery | Nov 12 2014, 08:52 AM Post #4 |
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Botanical Manipulation and Biology
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Truly like a solider returning from war, Avery kisses him to make up for every one they missed, refusing to loosen her hold on him for fear that he would slip away. She told him between each one how much she missed him, how worried she had been and though she tried to hold them back, a tear or two slipped in her happiness. Then just a little did he loosen his hold to reassure his dear wife that he would never be left so long again. He would notice, even though it was slight, Avery's shoulders relaxing some as he reveal that he was done chasing his father. Though he would not know how much his saying so had eased her heart. For as long as Avery had known Pietro he had been chasing after his father and she blamed all the hardships they had been threw on that man. It was far easier to blame a seemingly villainous character, after all, than take things as they are. A flaw of hers perhaps. She adored Pietro too much to believe that it was solely his shortcomings. He professed that he was hers completely as long as she given up on him and Avery's emerald smile grew. "We've come too far.." She began but stopped as he reached out to stroke her hair, noticing that she had cut off a great length since their marriage. It was a slight change (because she felt she looked too youthful) to appear more mature. For a second she was surprised he had noticed, meekly nodding in response, and despite being together so long she blushed at his loving compliments. Bashful as she could be, she still liked the fact that he never tired telling her such things. She had missed that too. As he spoke sweetly to her, she rested arms loosely around his neck, slender digits softly tracing through his silvery hair. He said they had all, perhaps, returned better people and while she hoped this trip had done good things for Scott, it was Pietro she could see who looked different. It was as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders and with end of chasing after his father, it was clear that had been a heavy burden for many years. He could see it in his eyes and in the smile he had met her with. But there was this aura that radiated from him that expressed the change and how it felt to become the man he was. My, he was amazing and yet he didn't realize it. With his lips so close, she brushed hers against them, moved by his sweet words, in a short tender kiss. "Pietro," she cooed, slipping her hands down to rest on his chest. "You have been all I've ever wanted since the day we met. I never needed you to be more and yet through the years you've grown so much. You've moulded yourself through such difficult times into a such a wonderful and strong man. And even if you hadn't, I'd love you all the same." She smiled and added. "That being said, I know I love you more now than I did before. It's true. I am so proud of the man you've become Pietro Django Maximoff and proud to say that I am your wife." Once more their lips met for a breath or two before they parted. "I think the time has finally come for us to become us. Nothing getting in the way of us being happy together and starting a little family. Well, except for packing and moving my things into your apartment." Avery smirked a little. "But that would require me to let you go." |
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