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Post by Shade on Oct 31, 2007 15:59:38 GMT -5
Her gaze hardened. Shade got to her feet, glaring at him. "You´re so proud." she said. "I know you don´t want my pity. But you know what, Pietro? Sometimes you´re begging for it." All the time she had her eyes locked with his. Her words were harsh, they were cruel, more cruel than anything Shade had said in months, maybe years. Which meant Pietro had truly managed to wind her up. "I think who you love is one of your smaller problems."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 31, 2007 16:06:45 GMT -5
::She had set Pietro off. She knew nothing of his issues, of the fact that his entire life story was a shame, that he walked the world living a lie, and his knowledge set him apart in misery. She did not know the pain of guarding another's sanity at the price of your own. She presumed to know what drove him, but she would never. No longer angry, he had become livid, and he struck without warning. On his feet in a flash, he grabbed her arms and slammed her back against the front door of the mansion.:: "I think you know nothing of my problems."
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Post by Shade on Oct 31, 2007 16:23:16 GMT -5
Shade hit the door hard, her senses dulling for a moment as hot pain shot through her head. She stumbled and fell, biting her tongue as she did so. She raised a hand slowly, wiping it across her mouth, for a few seconds staring at the blood stains that were left on it, then she looked up at Pietro. There was no fear in her eyes, just uttermost anger and disgust.
"Obviously." she said. "God, look at you. Are you feeling better now that you beat a woman?"
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 31, 2007 16:26:43 GMT -5
"No," ::Pietro said flatly. That had solved nothing; for one, she still spewed judgmental garbage from her mouth.:: "Do you feel better?"
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Post by Shade on Oct 31, 2007 16:28:49 GMT -5
Shade got to her feet again, noticing that her head was protesting against too much moving slightly. "I´m not the one with issues." she replied. "so this is not about me feeling bad or better. But do that again and you´ll have to deal with the consequences."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 31, 2007 16:34:05 GMT -5
"Then treat me the way you wish to be treated," ::Pietro spat back. He should have known better than to speak with her. He wasted his breath, lost his patience, and had splattered her blood on the door. A wasted endeavor for both of them.::
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Post by Shade on Oct 31, 2007 16:49:05 GMT -5
Shade couldn´t believe her ears and just gaped at him, her eyes ablaze in fury. "What?" she exclaimed, her voice bordering on cracking from anger. "I. offered. you. an ear. I thought that talking might help you. Is that your way of dealing with it. Snapping and when you feel your back against a wall lash out and smash people against walls?"
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 31, 2007 16:55:48 GMT -5
::Pietro had a tendency to latch onto particular points in conversation; it made communication easiest for him, as it allowed him a reference point. There were times his thoughts raced so far ahead of a discussion that if he had not made note, he could find himself five topics ahead. In this case, he had latched onto her point about others making presumptions about her and her emotional state angered her.:: "You don't like presumptions; neither do I."
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Post by Shade on Oct 31, 2007 17:03:33 GMT -5
It was somewhat difficult to keep track with his way of having a conversation - if this could be called one. Shade held his gaze and refused the urge to wipe across her face once more although she could feel there was still blood dripping from the corner of her mouth slightly. "Wrong." she said. "I hate presumptions, especially those of the like you make. It´s astonishing though how low people can sink, striking with violence when feeling defenseless." She straightened up more and attempted to walk past him, her fists itching. God, the last time she had been that angry, that hungry to beat someone had been in 6th grade when she had hit Tony Walker a bloody nose, earning herself the very nickname Gambit had found so significant.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 31, 2007 18:16:05 GMT -5
::Pietro nearly replied, "you've struck before," but did not. She would take it as an attempt to bait, and he was truly weary of this, though even unspoken, he knew it remained true. Few in life had never struck before, and he knew the cues in personality, what to look for in a person before he has crossed that line. Emily and Kyra had those; she did not. Because of that, she was in no position to pass judgment about violence. He stepped aside, letting her walk by, but not without a last comment.:: "You can't say you would not be the same, if your entire world was turned upside one day."
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Post by Shade on Oct 31, 2007 18:25:49 GMT -5
Shade had been about to simply walk off. Not from defeat but because Pietro was way too odd to bother talking with - and because a slight rest of reason was telling her he was dangerous in such a state. His words however stuck a nerve. A very sore one. She whirled around, now slightly trembling. It was an old wound, older than a year. She did a few steps back towards him trying to remain halfway composed.
"I bloody know what that is like." she hissed. She wanted to grab him by the collar and shake him. "Try to think for a moment, Pietro. What´s the worst thing imaginable that could ever happen to you?"
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 31, 2007 18:36:23 GMT -5
"It's already happened," ::Pietro replied, thoughts of his entire life ran through him. However he was not a dense individual, and he caught her meaning.:: "I am sorry for your loss."
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Post by Shade on Oct 31, 2007 18:44:33 GMT -5
Shade crossed her arms in front of her chest in a defensive manner, hating to be so vulnerable before him. When she spoke again her voice was bereft of anger, but bitter. "You still have your sibling." she said. "whatever complications there are, I bet you wouldn´t want her to swap." She meant to add ´with him´ but didn´t. The meaning was clear all the same, too clear. This was not Pietro´s business.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 31, 2007 18:48:45 GMT -5
"How little you know," ::Pietro whispered. It was not meant to insult her, but rather as an expression of his frustration, at how he could share the truth with no other. The fact that he did not have a sibling. Louder, he said.:: "No, and I am still sorry for your loss."
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Post by Shade on Oct 31, 2007 18:54:56 GMT -5
Her gaze almost reluctantly lost something of her bitterness and stubbornness, leaving her eyes steady but with a somewhat defeated look. Then she nodded in acknowledgement of his words, she couldn´t do more. "That turned my world upside down." she said, stressing the my. "so don´t ever claim you are the only one having been through hard times. You don´t want me to presume. Then don´t think of me as a naive child who´s been living her life in a sort of fairy dreamworld." Fact was, most of her life had been easy and harmonic, still it had been disrupted all of a sudden and the way Pietro behaved towards her had always seemed to nullify her own issues.
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