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Post by Typhoid on Oct 11, 2008 22:58:34 GMT -5
((Happens approximately a week after Typhoid's return from Italy))
Typhoid sat on the steps of a pavilion on the grounds, buried deep in a hooded sweatshirt against the cold rain that fell outside. She was just under the eaves, but it still hit her a little, and she didn't particularly feel like erecting a shield to dispel it. The rain fit her current mood. She'd have to leave for the city and the university soon, and at the moment she didn't feel like doing either.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 12, 2008 21:20:43 GMT -5
::Pietro was on the grounds and not dressed for the weather. It was time for his security sweep, and he moved more quickly without a jacket. As he made his way over the grounds, he was untouched by the rain. He had just finished going back and forth from the stables when he spied a familiar figure on the pavilion steps, looking utterly miserable. He slowed to approach her.::
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 12, 2008 21:25:28 GMT -5
Typhoid's eyes were closed, though she wasn't asleep, just thinking - or for lack of a better term, brooding. She didn't see Pietro, although his heartbeat told her he was near to her.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 12, 2008 21:28:15 GMT -5
::Pietro's last conversation in the rain had been with Emily, and it had not led to anything being accomplished. For Rossignol, he hoped to achieve more this time. Reaching the steps, he stopped.:: "May I sit?"
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 12, 2008 21:35:29 GMT -5
She nodded within the depths of her hood as she opened her eyes, gesturing to a spot beside her. "Security?" she asked.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 12, 2008 22:01:29 GMT -5
::With her assent, Pietro seated himself on the edge of the stairs, and nodded slightly. He confirmed with a single word.:: "Security."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 12, 2008 22:05:35 GMT -5
Typhoid settled back with her head against one of the beams supporting the pavilion for a quick moment before abruptly changing her mind and moving to lean her head on his shoulder. "It must be safe then."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 18, 2008 11:45:47 GMT -5
::Pietro moved quickly to accommodate her, changed his position to spread his shoulders and provide a bit more room for her. One arm circled around her back, to provide support.:: "So far."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 18, 2008 12:07:02 GMT -5
She closed her eyes. "As long as it stays that way."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 20, 2008 20:49:09 GMT -5
"It is for now," ::Pietro would make no promises he couldn't keep, and freedom of invasion was one beyond his means to assure.::
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 20, 2008 20:53:21 GMT -5
"Would that I could have to you do that at University," she said softly.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 20, 2008 20:56:48 GMT -5
::Pietro's arm remained around her back, his hand rested on her arm.:: "I could, if you wished it."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 20, 2008 20:58:37 GMT -5
She shook her head slightly against his shoulder. "Only a passing thought. Besides, if you're there, I'd want you in my room, not outside."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 20, 2008 21:07:21 GMT -5
::Pietro's hand rubbed her arm in a gentle motion.:: "The difference would be a second or two."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 20, 2008 21:09:32 GMT -5
She looked up, smiled wanly. "Still a difference."
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