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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 22, 2007 20:49:19 GMT -5
::Pietro could only imagine how petrifying and paralyzing it must feel, to be held hostage by an evil spirit. Worse, to be endebted to that spirit for granting a wish, and as Typhoid had told him, a way to relieve constant pain. The world was cruel.:: "I can try to keep watch."
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 22, 2007 20:51:29 GMT -5
She tilted her head up to look at him again, her voice soft. "Thank you."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 22, 2007 20:57:06 GMT -5
::Pietro tightened his arms around her, bringing her closer against his chest. That was his reply; the conversation too serious to be marred with a "you are welcome." There was something ominous about this discussion, taking place in such a poetic and serene setting.::
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 22, 2007 21:06:16 GMT -5
She looked back out towards the moon over the water; it was getting late, but she didn't care. "If I didn't think our feet would look like raisins, I'd stay here forever."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 22, 2007 21:17:47 GMT -5
"Let them be raisins," ::Pietro replied, enjoying the stillness of the water and the feel of Typhoid in his arms.::
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Post by Typhoid on Aug 22, 2007 21:23:52 GMT -5
She smiled to herself at the comment and continued to rest against him, fingers playing across his hand.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Aug 22, 2007 21:32:35 GMT -5
::Pietro leaned his chin atop her hair, enjoying the moment they shared. Time moved slowly, but he was grateful. He could experience their time all the more that way.::
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Post by Typhoid on Sept 9, 2007 10:15:38 GMT -5
They stayed on the shore for over an hour, alternately talking and keeping quiet when no words were needed. At the first sign of an exhausted yawn from Typhoid they took themselves back to the car and to the Mansion, Typhoid sleeping lightly as Pietro drove and waking when they reached the Mansion, all at once wishing that they could have stayed until the sun rose, but at the same time, looking forward to curling up and sleeping, her dreams for once peaceful as opposed to nightmarish.
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