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Post by Typhoid on Dec 3, 2007 21:29:12 GMT -5
Ty smiled a little self consciously. "That's not something I'm used to telling anyone."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 3, 2007 21:31:14 GMT -5
::Pietro lowered his voice, tone sincere. It was no one's affair but theirs, and he wished to make that plain to her.:: "I will not repeat it."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 3, 2007 21:36:36 GMT -5
"Thank you." She had little doubt he'd go shooting his mouth off to anyone about something like that, but it wasn't something she'd told anyone, including Tim, not trusting anyone with the knowledge. "I thought...someone might think it was strange, because of what happened to me...before, so I've never told anyone until now."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 3, 2007 21:51:24 GMT -5
::Pietro had a strong knowledge of the difference between trauma and fantasy. Before he could comment to that effect, it sunk in that she had shared with him something she had not with any other. He was honored that she trusted him so, and he spoke the first words that came to him.:: "Thank you for trusting in me."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 3, 2007 21:58:32 GMT -5
The look in her eyes softened. "I always have."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 3, 2007 22:05:59 GMT -5
::Pietro's eyes softened as hers did.:: "And I you."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 3, 2007 22:11:13 GMT -5
This time it was Typhoid who tilted his chin down with a touch of her fingers, lips brushing across his, very briefly.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 3, 2007 22:23:59 GMT -5
::Pietro leaned forward, touching her lips with his. When she withdrew, he remained perched, waiting.::
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 3, 2007 22:27:39 GMT -5
"What will you do, now that Magneto has left again?" Ty asked, wanting to shift the subject.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 3, 2007 22:30:12 GMT -5
::Pietro grew somewhat stiffer at the mere mention of Magneto's name, despite the context of him missing once more.:: "I can sleep now."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 3, 2007 22:39:49 GMT -5
"Good." Ty said simply. "You'll need it."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 3, 2007 22:43:45 GMT -5
::Pietro might otherwise argue that he needed far less sleep than others, but he knew as well as she did that these next weeks, months, would take their toll.:: "I know."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 3, 2007 22:54:38 GMT -5
Ty began to stand up, a little awkwardly. "We both will. And I....have to go to the Professor about my powers, I guess."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 3, 2007 22:57:45 GMT -5
"It could not hurt," ::Pietro replied. He knew from experience how difficult it could be to speak with Uncle about abilities or any matter involving common sense, but he remained the expert on such matters.:: "I could accompany you, if you wished."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 3, 2007 22:59:51 GMT -5
She smiled wanly in thanks. "I'll be ok. He's seen inside my head when about 16 different people were in there, how bad can this be otherwise?"
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