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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 27, 2007 0:58:19 GMT -5
"How can I rest without you?" ::Pietro asked in a low tone. Surely his sister did not think that he would sleep for the first time in days, sleep soundly for the first time in nearly a month, without her calming presence.::
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Sept 27, 2007 1:01:15 GMT -5
She nodded in acquiescence; of course Pietro would not be able to find sleep without her. That was how they worked. When one of them was hurt, physically or emotionally, they required the other. Shifting, she laid down beside him. "Is this better?" She asked, smiling gently.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 27, 2007 1:03:18 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded, calmed instantly when his sister joined him on the bed. Perhaps he could rest this afternoon, and rebuild his strength reserve.::
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Sept 27, 2007 1:12:33 GMT -5
She shifted until she was facing him on her side, and brought a hand to reach over and grab his, squeezing. "Rest," she said softly.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 27, 2007 1:16:49 GMT -5
::Pietro returned the squeeze of her hand, but he did not close his eyes. His thoughts had not calmed, not yet, and he would not find rest until they did. Instead, he spoke, voicing fears he had kept to himself these weeks.:: "I am weak, Wanda."
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Sept 27, 2007 1:25:59 GMT -5
"Don't ever think that," she told him, her voice firm but gentle. "You are anything but, my darling Pietro."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 30, 2007 20:41:24 GMT -5
::Pietro shook his head. Wanda tried to reassure him, but her words rang falsely in his ears. He should not have been injured; he should have been able to protect her. Yet here he lay, unable to even take a painkiller for his ribs and bruises. He had grown weary of this lifestyle, and often lately, he had thoughts...such thoughts that he could never express.:: "You do not know, Wanda."
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Sept 30, 2007 20:49:13 GMT -5
She looked at him curiously. "Enlighten me, then, Pietro," she said, not truly believing he was true in that thought.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 30, 2007 21:01:52 GMT -5
"I cannot," ::Pietro replied, but turned, so he could rest his head against his sister's.::
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Sept 30, 2007 21:06:24 GMT -5
This was perhaps one of the handful of times where Pietro refused to share what was bothering him, and, like all the other times, she was incredibly hurt. She said nothing, but closed her eyes as Pietro laid his head against hers, and tried not to show her feelings. The hand that was holding his squeezed gently.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 30, 2007 21:24:22 GMT -5
::Pietro closed his eyes, staying close to Wanda's warmth as he tried to curl his mind into oblivion. He was exhausted, mentally, physically, emotionally. She was right; he needed to sleep.::
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Post by Wanda Maximoff on Sept 30, 2007 21:40:59 GMT -5
She sighed, and opened her eyes briefly to look at Pietro's face. The bruises and scrapes marred him, more than just his face. But she always thought he looked so gentle in sleep, because that was probably the only time he was ever free. He may look like a younger version of their father, but in sleep that changed; there was no sense of peace on Magneto's face, ever. That Pietro still had, he was innocent. And strong, no matter what he said.
She pulled her hand from his, and rested her palm against his face gently. "Ich liebe dich," she whispered.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 30, 2007 23:37:36 GMT -5
"Und du," ::Pietro whispered, curling himself into a tighter position on the bed. Her presence soothed him, her body warmed him. He felt himself begin to drift off, body seeking the sleep which had eluded him these many weeks.::
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