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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 19, 2007 23:22:05 GMT -5
::Pietro would not get into a debate over what constituted provocation; she had come here to gather her thoughts, as had he. Magneto had no place in this discussion, at this lake, or in their relationship. He tried to make himself relax, managed to for the most part, though his mind remained on heightened alert. An arm slid behind her back, enveloping her.::
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 19, 2007 23:34:30 GMT -5
She leaned into him, her eyes lighting up at the gesture, and she moved so she could rest against him. Any contact, no matter the cause or timing, was never something she'd reject from him. "Did you come out here for a reason?" she asked, her voice a bit lazy in it's tone, masking lingering worry.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 19, 2007 23:56:44 GMT -5
::Pietro rested his hand atop her arm, his arm remained around her as she leaned into him. He had come here seeking calm, and he had found her, thus found calm for the present.:: "I needed calm. You came to think?"
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 20, 2007 0:04:36 GMT -5
"I don't know," she admitted. "More like....just to sort things out for myself."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 20, 2007 0:06:02 GMT -5
"You will," ::Pietro said. Perhaps not today or soon, but he had full faith in her when he lacked in so much else.::
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 20, 2007 0:13:16 GMT -5
"I hope so." She shook her head. "Part of me feels like crawling into a hole." She woke some nights, lost in a memory that didn't belong to her, most of it violent. Those were the times she felt most like hiding. It seemed farther away in this moment.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 20, 2007 0:24:02 GMT -5
::Pietro knew that feeling, although not to the same extent or from the same cause. Strength, he had found, lay in suppressing it and eventually growing beyond it. His hand rubbed along her arm in a gentle motion.:: "You will stay on the surface and be better for it."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 20, 2007 14:22:00 GMT -5
"Do you feel like going somewhere, Pietro?" she asked, an abrupt change of subject.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 20, 2007 15:39:20 GMT -5
::Pietro chose not to comment on the change of subject; it was her life and her comfort or lack of it with which to speak.:: "Is there somewhere you wish to go?"
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 20, 2007 16:38:16 GMT -5
"Not in particular, we just...haven't had a night out together in quite awhile," she replied.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 20, 2007 16:49:28 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded slightly; she was correct, that they had not. Life had accumulated difficulty over the past two months, which had made it difficult for either of them to be able to go out, or even desire to. He thought of what Wanda had told him, what Ororo had said. The time out would serve them both well.:: "Let me get a jacket and the car keys."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 20, 2007 16:53:51 GMT -5
She nodded. "I don't quite know where to go, but I suppose I should change anyways." It would take her longer to change then for him to get the car keys, but she was NOT going anywhere in jeans with lake sand stuck to them.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 20, 2007 17:23:06 GMT -5
"We could meet in a half hour," ::Pietro offered. He could check a clock inside to see what time it was, and to help track how long it would take. It could also give him time to decide where to take her.::
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 20, 2007 19:10:38 GMT -5
She nodded. "That's more then enough time. Meet out front?"
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 20, 2007 19:52:02 GMT -5
"If you wish," ::Pietro replied. He could bring the Acura around to the front so she could simply enter upon arrival.::
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