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And If That's Moving Up Then I'm Moving Out; Avery
Topic Started: Nov 25 2014, 09:16 PM (232 Views)
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September 16
Mid-day

Amongst the half filled and some still unfolded cardboard boxes and piles of bubble wrap Kyle knew there was a life here. It was a life assembled in mementos, on mantles, pressed between pages of books like flowers desperate to be preserved against the ravages of time. People weren't turtles they didn't carry their homes and lives on their backs rather they simply packed it all up and transported it through U-haul.

He stretched arduously as he held up some sort of porcelain duck thing for Avert to survey. Around them things were being assembled into various piles of keep, store, or junk. This was what life was like when you got married he thought remembering his own sojourn into deciding just what of his belongings he'd be bringing into his joint partnership and what was better left behind.

S0 this is how it begins" he thought taping off another box.

Bringing only the best of what you can't live without a long and it ends the opposite losing half of what you have just to walk away

he sighed and stretched again a small jolt of pain spasming in his lower back. He looked at Avery with pleading in his eyes.

"Can we please take a break? You know we've got a bunch of children around here that we can get to do this for free. Child labor laws be damned! We can tell them its a game. Children will do almost anything if you tell them it's a game. I mean it worked for the Catholic Church for years."

"Kidding. Kidding" he said putting his hands up in mock defeat as he caught a stern look from her.

"You know I'm glad to be spending any time with you since you're basically abandoning me here all by myself and going on with this new glamorous married life of yours. You know you haven't told me about your new place at all. Is it very gypsy chic? All plush carpets and velvet curtains and dozens of mirrors. Is there a stable out back for his goats? Does he have a goat? Don't own more then one goat I say otherwise it's gonna be a bitch if you ever gotta fight for custody. Better yet just let him keep the goat it suits him. Matches his hair."

He smiled a devilish smile at her and tossed a ball of bubble wrap towards her.

"Lot of memories in these old walls huh? Bet they've got some stories they could tell. Like weren't you kidnapped out of that same exact window right over there by Black Tom Cassidy once? No wonder you can't wait to move."
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Avery was content to do it all on her own, at least that's what she had in mind to do. Earlier today Pietro had dropped her off to commence packing her things as he went about his own business. He didn't rush her or inquire when she would be home. No, her Pietro was more insightful than people gave him credit for and he knew that while she was excited to live with him, the institute had been her true home for almost ten years. It was a delicate process and she needed the freedom to deal with the process however she saw fit. Of course she tried to tell him it wasn't that big of a deal, that it wasn't like she was truly leaving, but she failed to convince him or herself. Avery always had been a slave to her emotions.

She also thought she could do it alone. After all, it was just one room to pack which shouldn't take more than the day to do. Perhaps, she considered, she could get it all done in a day and slip out like a thief in the night without anyone noticing what she was up to. It'd be easier that way, she figured and then she wouldn't have to deal with all the sentimental emotions that were sure to come. However, there was one wrench thrown into the plans that came in the form of her best friend, Kyle Van Leerson. She should have seen it coming really. Kyle was such a wrench in the plan kind of guy.

Honestly she was glad he showed up. He was always good company to Avery and unlike others, she could say things to him that normally wouldn't slip from her lips. Also, she had more stuff than she realized. So as he carefully wrapped her breakables, she sat near sorting the junk from the things she couldn't part with. She smirked as he held up a porcelain duck, given to her as a wedding gift. While it wasn't the prettiest figurine, there was a story behind it. "Keep!"

Taping off another box, Kyle looked to her with fatigue. Packing was an annoying, monotonous task and it didn't take long to get fed up with it. He pleaded for a break and reminded her that there was tons of kids here to do the work for them. Avery gave him a look at the last comment and just shook her head. It helped to hide the slight smile that tugged on her lips. But he dropped the idea and instead begna to lay a guilt trip on her.

"Oh here we go." Avery muttered and rolled her eyes, figuring he was going on a huge rant. Which he kinda did, asking about her new glamourous married life and cheekily poking fun at Pietro and his Gypsy heritage. His devilish smile revelled what Avery already knew. Banter to tease and get a rise out of her followed by a wad of thrown bubble wrap that she easily batted out of the air.

A black ballet flat was flung back at him as she pointed at him with the matching one. "I'll have you know that goats make lovely pets! Pietro had one growing up…I think it's name was Alb? …No, I don't think that's right." She frowned to herself but shrugged. "Anyway, we're living on the top floor of the frickin' Flat Iron building. Where are you gonna put stables there? Though it is really nice. All those windows and the view of the city. It's the Defenders HQ, you know, so it's pretty swanky. You'd be jealous." She smirked back, teasing.

"Lot of memories in these old walls huh? Bet they've got some stories they could tell. Like weren't you kidnapped out of that same exact window right over there by Black Tom Cassidy once? No wonder you can't wait to move."

Avery sobered some at his words as her violet eyes scanned over her room as if there was a picture there for every single memory. Her smile was a little sad for s second before she replied. "Actually it was Amelia Voght and Rogue, who came to 'barrow' my powers because Tom was sick or something. I smashed through that window with branches to grab them and throw them on the lawn so I had a better advantage. They ended up getting me anyway and if Logan hadn't come, I probably would've died out there that night. He broke down the door that night too." She looked over her shoulder to the door. "Not that you'd ever know. After the purifier attack so much was replaced. I'd probably have more junk that this if it wasn't for that."

"Almost ten years is a lot of time Kyle. I lived here so long that it hardly feels like I had a life before I came here." She chuckled a little. "As if you can call before sixteen having a life. It's more like learning how to live. Despite all the bad things, I don't know where I'd be without this place and the people here."
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She mentioned something and he shuddered. He hadn't been here for the Purifier attack and had dodged that bullet, a fate some would call lucky, but then they wouldn't really know the meaning of luck then would they? He had been off with Delia then dealing with his own personal tragedies and battles that yes by comparison seemed trivial but to him were still so fervent and forefront. You didn't really get past the sort of things that happened to him so much as you got away from them which was one of the reasons he was here and Delia wasn't ad now he was watching another of those reasons up ad leave and it made him sad and sentimental for a time before mad radicals with mutant bombers and dead kids and so many other things that no amount of water could wash or tears cried could baptize away.

This however, Avery's leaving, was a different kind of sadness, the sadness of change of something bitter tempered with something sweet. Besides it wasn't like she was going away forever or even very far and he'd still see her nearly every day since she wasn't quitting her day job. Still she wouldn't just be down the hall and he'd miss that. He'd miss that feeling of just knowing she was there. the solid champ of a rubbered soled shoe hitting him square in the chest help jar him out of his revere and back to the work and company at hand.

His sentimental mood seemed to be catching as she remarked about her time spent here, touching briefly on how it had shaped her, at time nearly killed her, but ultimately reinforced her and he understood that feeling. The outside world had never been as good to him as Xaviers had he supposed it had been the same for here. There was something t be said about a place that would let you grow into your own skin and something to be celebrated.

"I'm glad you said that." He said smiling like a cat who just at the canary at her. "Because it's gonna make this next part that much better,"

He crossed the length of the room to where he hd dropped the small satchel he had been carrying with him when he had arrived to help her pack and pulled out a small bottle of aged Bourbon and two small dixie cups.

"Not exactly he finest of dinning ware but I had to make do in a hurry."

"in one quick motion he capped the bottle and poured them both the equivalent of a strong shot each into the small paper cups.

"A Toast" He said raising the paper cup.

"cause these sort of occasions should always have a toast. To endings and new beginnings and husbands with and without their goats. To good friends and good memories and yeah some bad ones too but we've lived them and that's a good enough reason to drink for me."

He tipped the cup to his lips and quickly pure in and pulled down the strong liquid, it hit his throat hard and fast like only good liquor could and he remembered why he liked the stuff so much and just how bad a friend it could be to him if not for the help of someone like her to pull him out of the bottle when he had crawled to far in.

"No you gotta say something sweet. Famous last words right? No pressure but this could be the last ever first home thats not your home you ever have so you know make it count."
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She could almost groan at herself at her own words. Anyone could tell, but Kyle knew her better than most anyone that she was trying to make this less of a big deal than it was. While she kept her features and composure pleasant her scent smelt loud of rain, which explained why she had opened the window a crack earlier. She didn't want to let all that rainy day scent getting out into the hallway for other people to know. But back to the current moment, Kyle expressed his happiness for little forlorn heavy speech as it made it easier for something.

Hunter brows furrowed in puzzlement as she shifted to see what he was up to. When the bottle of burden was revealed she groaned a little, a little wrinkle on her nose. "Mid-day drinking Kyle? Oh you're terrible." She teased.

"Not exactly he finest of dinning ware but I had to make do in a hurry."

"Ooo fancy," She giggled, as he poured them up a shot. "Now I know what to get you for Christmas."

"A Toast." He said raising the cup.

"A toast?" She questioned, though lifted hers with a tilt of her head and a little laugh.

Despite her scepticism he continued to make a serious and genuine speech in her honour. Well, it wasn't fully serious for it wasn't Kyle without slipping in a humorous quip or two, but she always liked that little quirk about him. In the end she was grinning like a fool and she felt a little better.

"Aww," she had cooed, but then remembered she hadn't drank right away. "Oh right!"

Avery was always a wine kind of girl and liquor wasn't really her forte unless mixed with fruit juices or coke. The taste surprised her and as she swallowed back, the cringed look on her face made it clear she wasn't a vet of straight hard liquor.

"Kah!" She let out once it was warming her insides, letting out a sound that was a mixture between a shiver and growl.

"Now you gotta say something sweet. Famous last words right? No pressure but this could be the last ever first home thats not your home you ever have so you know make it count."

"Oh?" She asked, not prepared to make a speech of any kind and then rolled her eyes at his way of wording the necessity of said speech. She snorted. "Well when you put it like that. Here now," she jiggled her empty cup. "Top us up."

Holding her cup up, wearing a dignified expression she began. "Here's to the place that took me in and gave me a life, a purpose and prepared me for the world outside. Here's to the home that gave me a family, gave me love and taught me how to love myself…Well, for the most part," She smirked, shrugged and continued. "The place that brought me so many life lessons that I'll carry with me for the rest of my life. And the place that brought me Kyle Van Leerson, my first real best friend. A man does his best to look out for me even when I say I don't want his help, who never sugar coats it for me, a man that'll take a punch from me when I'm mad and doesn't whine too much. Which is what I've always treasured about us. You let me be me, even when mad which you know I bottle up. We just accept each other as we are and are there to pull the other out when they get in down too deep. And I like to think that a friendship like ours is pretty rare. I don't I'm going to find anything like that at Defender's HQ." Realizing that she had rambled on and on, she tipped her cup to Kyle and attempt to save things said, "You're one of a kind, Kyle. I won't forget you when I move on up."

She gave him a wink and shot back the bourbon, proving that second shot was still as strong as the first. "Not like you're gonna miss me that much, right?" Avery teased with a little smirk before giving another shiver. "Hoo boy. That's strong stuff."
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It was the innate teaching of the upper class to be emotionally repressive. Growing up, Kyle could count on one hands the amount of times he had seen his parent's be genuinely affectionate with each other when they're weren't camera crews or press agents around. It had been easy back then, growing up in that cold home, to challenge himself to be different to say he would never turn out in such a way, but some habits and behaviors you simply picked up by osmosis and try as he might being outward and open with how he was feeling simply didn't come easy.

Sure he was quick with a joke or a witty barb to diffuse a situation or downplay a moment of deep sincerity but he had never been great at being honestly open and genuine. Maybe, he supposed, that was why he had fallen so hard and so badly for Delia. Her coldness and cruelty had presented almost a challenge and if somehow he could save her from herself then in that act he could save himself. In the end it had been the opposite their toxicity and enabling of one another worst attributes had nearly destroyed them both, or well more aptly him. He had simply not been made of the same stuff as her, her the girl who looked as though she were made of the finest and thinnest bone china and yet inside she was an inferno kilned iron, unyielding and unbreakable and in the end or maybe simply from the beginning unreachable.

Avery downed the liqour he poured in her small dixie cup and then requested another top up before saying her epitaph to Xaviers and very kindly including him in her little speech. It was a perfect soliloquy as to what he had been to her and a far better expression then he could ever reply with as to what all she had been to him. How did you thank someone for saving you from your worst self, all the while never judging, never condemning, only ever caring and being supportive?

She teased him about how he would;t miss her much when she was gone and in a moment of spontaneity usually unlike him he sat down his cup and took her in his arms and hugged her tightly, in that way every person deserved to be hugged, without hesitation or thought, just tender affection and appreciation. Then when it was time he released her and stepped back fighting off the tears that had unheralded sprung into his eyes.

"I am gonna miss you. There's a lot of shit I've done wrong, most I'll never be able to make right and very little I am truly proud of, but you."

He paused and gestured around the room with his hand.

"This. Us. This I know I got right and whatever happens after this; husbands, wives, kids. Future planes of reality both discovered and not I'll always know that no matter what happens or whatever instinct springs up in me to follow down whatever dark and twisty path I can always count on you to be my anchor and you can always count on me to be there too. One thing we will never be is strangers."

He turned from facing her under the guise of filling his cup again but really to keep her from seeing him wipe the unmanly display of moisture started to drip from his eyes. Composing himself he turned back to her and said.

"Okay, well this had suddenly seemed to turn into the goodbye scene from 'Pretty Woman' with you somehow attaining the more privileged Julia Roberts role and me, the sad old hooker friend, still going to be out there turning tricks. So what's all going into storage, trash, or take a long. I mean, I hope you'r at least getting new bedding the City has a terrible bed bug problem you know. Little suckers will just bleed you dry sort of like ex wives and alimony."
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"Oooph." There was just a moment of heistation. As brief as it was, he would know that he had taken her by surprise. She smiled, returning it, until she realized by how tightly he held her meant it wasn't just an every day hug. Chaste, but none the less it was tender and loving. And at the same time it broke her heart. With tears coming to her eyes near immediately she hugged him back just as tightly, clung to him. Damn that Van Leerson! He wasn't suppose to do this!! He was suppose to help he laugh and joke her way through this transition, help her pretend it wasn't the big deal that it truly was to her. This gesture only served as a reminder of how tight the two were, how much he truly cared about her and cherished her. And for the moment her heart continued to ache as if this would be their last time together, aching because part of her never wanted to go.

"God dammit, Kyle." She hissed, which ended up more like a whimper, and continued to cling to him. When they parted she quickly flicked the tips of her slender fingers to dash away her tears and mustard up the control to look at him with anything that wasn't a sad expression. He on the other hand had watery eyes but pushed through his sweet words for her that came from the bottom of his heart.

The thing with Kyle and Avery was that from the beginning they had clicked so well that they rarely needed words to tell each other how they felt. It went unsaid because somehow they knew, just like they always knew what the other needed to hear, when they needed to be picked up and sometimes put down. Avery truly believed it to be a very rare friendship (just like she had told him earlier) and not everyone, even in their whole lifetime, got to experience having such a connection. And it was days like today that they got to express how valuable that friendship was and Kyle proved yet again what an eloquent speaker he was with things close to his heart.

Avery tried her best to try not to crumple as he spoke, finding it very endearing that he cared about her so much. Again, of course she knew all of this, but it warmed her heart to actually hear it. The room was filled with an odd mingle of morning rain and juicy pears because Avery honestly didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He then turned away because tears were on the verge of falling and busied himself, pouring a drink to hide wiping away his tears. She knew better. He wasn't a man of stone and he couldn't even pretend to be. Part of her wanted to hug him again, to let him know that it's okay for a man to cry, but because she was his friend and knew how important his pride was, she moved across the room to open the windows fully. Both letting her roller coaster emoti-scents out and a brisk fall breeze in to break the weight in the air.

It worked well enough as Kyle composed himself to make one of his pop culture referenced jokes and that was enough to tell Avery that he was going to be okay. None the less she grinned, shook her head with a light roll of her eyes as she always did he said such things. "Oh god." Her groan being filled with mirth, she reached out and took his hand in both of hers. She nearly dropped it at the mention of bed bugs.

"Awww…why Kyle Van Leerson, you're far too pretty to keep comparing yourself to a hooker. Male escort is more your fit." She teased, violet eyes twinkling as she spoke so cheekily. "And I'm avoiding thinking about bed bugs. Either way, I am the best nurse this institute has pumped out so far. Whatever the city throws at me, I'll be able to handle. It's sweet that you worry about me though, even if you do it while also giving me the eeby jeebies. This. Us." she said, using one hand to gesture back and forth between them. Smirking as reused his earlier words, almost teasingly. "Is never going to change. Just remember, I'm only a closet wormhole away. And during the work week we'll do lunch period together and have bi-weekly hang out nights. I promise." She linked the pink finger of the hand she held with her own. Avery never broke a pinky swear. "Besides, when Pietro's away on missions I'll probably come back for short stays."

Letting him go, she slipped past him to grab another quick drink and surveyed her room with a hand on her hip. She sighed heavily, "which leaves me to this. I'm keeping my room. It might end up empty a lot but I'll want it again when I want to stay overnight. So pretty much I have solidly decide I want to leave behind without feeling like I left it behind and not take stuff so that my room doesn't feel like my room anymore." Avery tossed back her drink and huffed, for the moment forgetting the sadness of the move. "Ugh, packing is more annoying than I realized. Christ, you'd have to drink just to get through it." Kneeling down an open box with a clunk, she fiddled through it before stopping.

"Speaking of bedding. How does one go about buying a pretty fifteen piece bed set without totally emasculating your man? You look like the sort that knows these things."
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