|
|
Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 15, 2007 19:44:40 GMT -5
::Pietro forced himself to nod. He didn't want her to leave; he never did. Least of all now, after this conversation; he wanted only to bask in her presence. But as he had done each other time, he squelched that feeling; there would be time later.::
|
|
|
|
Post by Typhoid on Jul 15, 2007 19:47:35 GMT -5
Finally deciding what to do, she came forward a little. He didn't want her to say what she didn't mean, so she wouldn't. She raised her hand towards him, brushing his lips with two fingers- her version of a kiss when she couldn't touch someone. "I am sorry it ended up going so badly."
|
|
|
|
Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 16, 2007 20:44:12 GMT -5
::Pietro leaned into her fingers, letting himself savor this moment. Time moved slowly as it was, but here he could appreciate it. Enjoying the warmth of the contact, the sound of her voice in his ears, all of it. Already, it was more than he thought he could ever have.: His accent noticable, as he spoke into her fingers, his breath against the cloth:: "I don't consider this bad."
|
|
|
|
Post by Typhoid on Jul 16, 2007 20:52:20 GMT -5
"Neither do I, not this anyways." Her hand moved from his lips to his cheek, a gentle touch of fingers. "I just wish..." She gave a small shake of her head. "Well, wishings rather pointless, isn't it?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 18, 2007 18:41:09 GMT -5
::Pietro's eyes tried to slip closed, but he forced them open, to savor every detail of this moment. It was theirs, and his impulses would rob them of nothing. His lips curled into that sad half-smile he wore on occasion. Wishing, he had learned, was pointless, and yet he did it from time to time. If he had her abilities, he would do it more often.:: "Sometimes it is. I do also."
|
|
|
|
Post by Typhoid on Jul 18, 2007 18:44:54 GMT -5
"What do you wish for?" she asked, genuinely curious, stepping a bit closer and all the while wondering what the hell had gotten into her, hangover aside.
|
|
|
|
Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 18, 2007 18:51:34 GMT -5
"Peace," ::Pietro said in a low tone.:: "Happiness."
|
|
|
|
Post by Typhoid on Jul 18, 2007 18:55:48 GMT -5
"Sounds like someone raised at Xavier's," Ty said quietly, giving a light laugh that was more intimate then her comment implied. Her head throbbed a protest and she winced. Her hand fell from his lips but she stayed in close proximity. "....REALLY should sleep this off..."
|
|
|
|
Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 18, 2007 19:03:45 GMT -5
"Not quite." ::Pietro had meant for himself, for his sister. Not that peace on earth and happiness for all were goals to be avoided, he simply knew that they were unattainable. Instead, he focused on those who were closest to him, and he himself. Inner peace, happiness with another, happiness with her, that was what he wished for. Unattainable as that would be, at least today, their time cut short by her hangover.:: "May I escort you inside?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Typhoid on Jul 18, 2007 19:06:08 GMT -5
She swallowed, wondering how he'd take what she wanted to say. Remembering she'd told him not to say what she didn't mean, she took a slow breath before answering. "Actually...I thought...I'm used to sleeping next to someone..." her voice trailed off. Way to sound like an idiot.
|
|
|
|
Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 18, 2007 19:13:39 GMT -5
::If she was asking what Pietro thought she had asked, and he was not simply interpreting it as he liked, his answer was an enthusiastic "yes.":: "If you and I are speaking of the same thing, it would be my pleasure."
|
|
|
|
Post by Typhoid on Jul 18, 2007 19:17:11 GMT -5
She smiled and nodded, her cheeks going a shade of red that attempted to rival her hair, wordlessly holding out a gloved hand to him.
|
|
|
|
Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 18, 2007 19:27:00 GMT -5
::Pietro took her hand, wordlessly communicating that there was no need for her to be embarrassed. She coudl do nothing to shame herself in his eyes.::
|
|
|
|
Post by Typhoid on Jul 18, 2007 19:31:44 GMT -5
She let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding when he took her hand, and took that as mutual agreement to start heading inside, a ghost of a smile still on her face.
|
|
|
|
Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 18, 2007 20:24:04 GMT -5
::Pietro entwined his fingers in hers, feeling the warmth of her hand through the soft cloth of her glove. The thought of what those fingers felt bare, her skin against his, drifted through his mind. A stray, idle thought, for he knew what she wished for, and as long as it remained a wish for her, so too would it be one for him. A wish, nothing more. Just as he could content himself with her friendship, he could easily content himself with her limited touch, or with anything else she could and would want to give to him. A genuine smile, albeit a small one, spread across his lips, matching hers, as they walked off towards the mansion.::
|
|
