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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Feb 18, 2008 15:18:43 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded once, agreeing to that.:: "Anywhere you'd like."
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Post by Typhoid on Feb 18, 2008 15:23:19 GMT -5
"I'll figure that out this afternoon," she replied softly, tucking her body as close as possible. "You feel good. And you sound calm."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Feb 18, 2008 15:24:50 GMT -5
::Pietro's arms tightened around her body, pressing her firmly against his chest. They hadn't spoken in several days, so she had no way of knowing that Magneto had left, and the reason why.:: "Magneto is gone."
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Post by Typhoid on Feb 18, 2008 15:32:50 GMT -5
"He is?" She was surprised that she hadn't noticed this morning, then realized abruptly why- she no longer could. "When?"
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Feb 18, 2008 15:36:34 GMT -5
"The other day," ::Pietro murmured. If he were not already empty, there would be pride in his voice.::
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Post by Typhoid on Feb 18, 2008 15:39:12 GMT -5
"You...made him?" she asked, knowing that couldn't have happened without some sort of fight.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Feb 18, 2008 15:39:44 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded again, his chin moving in her hair.:: "Yes."
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Post by Typhoid on Feb 18, 2008 15:43:13 GMT -5
She smiled into his chest, knowing how major of a move that had been, for him to face Magneto. "I'm proud of you."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Feb 18, 2008 15:46:53 GMT -5
::Pietro was almost proud of himself; it was a first step in atonement, and it had rid them all of the greatest thread he could imagine, still active. He was not proud, however, of how Magneto's barbs had managed to sting him, and how it had been the last straw in terms of his own self-reliance. Such a complicated situation.:: "He had better not return."
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Post by Typhoid on Feb 18, 2008 15:53:20 GMT -5
"He won't," she replied, though she couldn't be certain- it felt better, to say that. She moved her head gently to stare up at him. "Otherwise you won't be able to sleep."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Feb 18, 2008 15:54:36 GMT -5
::That was true; with Magneto at the mansion, Pietro found himself on guard, unable to sleep. He had not slept since he left, but at least the option was open to him.:: "True."
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Post by Typhoid on Feb 18, 2008 15:57:07 GMT -5
Her hand rose to touch his cheek with her palm, and she found it still gloved. Swearing, she moved from the embrace only slightly, enough to remove the gloves and put them in her pocket. "I wasn't sure it worked."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Feb 18, 2008 15:58:21 GMT -5
::Pietro took her now bare hand in his, drew it to his lips to kiss.:: "It worked."
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Post by Typhoid on Feb 18, 2008 16:04:25 GMT -5
Her expression softened- despite not being able to feel his heartbeat, she felt the warmth that came from him, the brush of his skin on hers. It had been what she wanted. It was confusing, having one sense deadened, the other alive and craving contact. "It did," she replied, her other hand going to his cheek, tilting her head up to kiss him.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Feb 18, 2008 16:06:12 GMT -5
::Pietro leaned forward, brushing their lips together in a kiss.::
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