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Post by Typhoid on Jul 3, 2007 22:07:21 GMT -5
Her brow furrowed. "Opened it about what? All I did was make a fool of myself."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 3, 2007 22:19:07 GMT -5
::Pietro knew how he appeared, how he came across. Rigid, cold, angry. That he was better suited to security than comfort. His mouth designed for quick barbs rather than expressions of love. His temper did little to soften that image. When enraged, he looked like a young Magneto.
But he was more than that, more than his father. Deeper, at the very least. More caring, although Wanda had been the only one to see that side of him in the past months, sometimes longer stretches of time, years of traveling. It would be no crime to show it to Typhoid as well. Not after what she had told him.
Pietro shook his head once more, concentrating on his words. This was not the time to speak too quickly.:: "I care about you, Typhoid. I've kept it to myself."
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Post by Typhoid on Jul 3, 2007 22:25:58 GMT -5
Ty stared blankly at him for a second before that registered. "Oh." Different conversations between the two of them went through her head, confusing reactions on his part that she'd merely taken as quirks of personality given a new dimension by what he'd just admitted. Most of it only served to make her feel worse, at her going to him for advice about Tim when he cared for her, being so clueless as to miss that fact. A tiny part of her was relieved; they had both had feelings to hide. "I'm....sorry." She couldn't think of anything else to say.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 3, 2007 22:39:17 GMT -5
"Don't apologize," ::Pietro urged her. He could easily imagine where her thought led her; how the road she had traveled to end with regret. He wanted none of it for her. He'd confessed his feelings to ease her guilt, not to give her more.
It had been enough to be trusted with giving her advice. That trust was more than he had with most he'd encountered in life. He had abandoned hope for anything more with her that day in the kitchen. Not that there was no pain, but he bore it, mentoning it only to his sister, whom he trusted with his life and beyond. The pain was not her doing, and she shouldn't take responsibility for it. After all, he hadn't been there first.::
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Post by Typhoid on Jul 3, 2007 22:49:26 GMT -5
She gave a self deprecating laugh. "I don't know what else to say."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 3, 2007 23:27:50 GMT -5
"Don't force anything," ::Pietro was firm in this. Let them lapse into silence having said all that was meaningful, rather than let needless words or guilt muddle this conversation. He wanted to preserve it.::
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Post by Typhoid on Jul 6, 2007 7:19:18 GMT -5
She took a deep breath. "I don't think....I don't think how I feel is going to change, no matter what happens with Tim." He'd said not to force anything; well, that certainly wasn't forced.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 6, 2007 21:54:22 GMT -5
"Typhoid, I..." ::This was what Pietro had wanted, and yet, not. He could have done well without the mention of the other man. On a deeper level, he wished her to have been spared this pain. If only she had met him first.
She was no longer taken, now, and she admitted that she cared for him, so his feelings were not unrequited. He could court her now. Resolved, he calmed himself, virtually sublimating his accent.:: "I would like to take you to dinner."
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Post by Typhoid on Jul 7, 2007 12:35:10 GMT -5
She stared at him for a second, then looked down, winding a stray thread on her jacket around her fingers. "I'm not sure..." She sighed and tried again. "I don't think....I want to start something new so soon. Everything...still hurts." The breakup felt all the more fresh to her, even after her vodka spree. "I'm going to talk to Gambit about staying in a room at the Hellfire for a little bit, a couple days, maybe. I just want some time away from here."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 14, 2007 13:39:58 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded once in acknowledgement. In his elation at her confession and his eagerness to ease her concerns about unrequited affection, he had forgotten himself. Just yesterday, he had reminded himself that her heart had broken, and that he shouldn't be so forward. Just yesterday, he had thought his feelings unrequited. That didn't repair her heart, and he should not have asked. He would rather her remain at the mansion, but he knew well the need to flee from your troubles. Instead, he would count the days until she returned.:: "Forget I asked."
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Post by Typhoid on Jul 14, 2007 13:44:21 GMT -5
"No, I won't forget you asked," she said, shaking her head, looking at him with a slight smile. "I'd just like a raincheck."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 15, 2007 18:33:42 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded, more gratified than he could express. He would wait as long as she needed for her.:: "A raincheck it is."
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Post by Typhoid on Jul 15, 2007 18:37:54 GMT -5
Ty gave another slight smile before wincing at the overhead sun. "I need to go inside and sleep this off."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 15, 2007 18:50:16 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded once again. He had never suffered a hang-over, but from what he had seen from Wanda, he knew it painful. The heat and light of the sun couldn't be helping.:: "Can I bring you anything?"
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Post by Typhoid on Jul 15, 2007 18:54:27 GMT -5
"No, I just need to get back to sleep," she said, standing and quite suddenly not sure whether to just leave or do something more meaningful. Doing nothing and just leaving didn't seem...right, somehow.
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