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Post by Typhoid on Jan 5, 2008 14:59:29 GMT -5
Ty stroked his stubbled cheek with the thumb of her other hand, cradling his jaw with her fingertips. She'd had family once, even if it was only a family of two, and that family had left her so young that having another one, even a surrogate one, was a new feeling for her. She'd seen evidence of it, she supposed, in the way both the Maximoffs had treated her, but she couldn't decide whether that was simply because of her relationship with Pietro, or because of true affection on thier part. Apparently, it was both.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 5, 2008 23:11:58 GMT -5
::Pietro leaned into the touch of her fingers. His own hand on hers, he kissed the back again. His feeling for her ran deep. Not a poet, he had little means of conveying that, apart from action.::
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 5, 2008 23:17:21 GMT -5
"It will work," she said quietly, but very firmly. She wouldn't let it go otherwise.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 5, 2008 23:21:23 GMT -5
::Pietro did not have great confidence in that, but he hoped it would.:: "It might."
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 5, 2008 23:23:53 GMT -5
She freed her hand from his, used it to tilt his chin up so she could look in his eyes. "It will," she stressed, leaving no room for "mights" or other contradictions.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 5, 2008 23:28:59 GMT -5
::Pietro gazed into her eyes. He did not relent so easily, and with the doubt.:: "Rossignol, I will hope it will work, I will encourage it to work, but I will not say it will when I don't know."
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 5, 2008 23:30:04 GMT -5
"I will say it for both of us, then," she said simply.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 5, 2008 23:32:38 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded gratefully, before changing the subject.:: "Why did you sleep so early?"
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 5, 2008 23:40:13 GMT -5
"I don't know," she said, shrugging slightly. "I went to nap at 7, and the next thing I knew it was morning."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 5, 2008 23:41:36 GMT -5
::Wanda had nights that passed the same way, although they were rare. Pietro grew used to them occurring infrequently.:: "Today could be more interesting."
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 5, 2008 23:51:03 GMT -5
The comment confused her. "What do you mean?"
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 8, 2008 23:06:43 GMT -5
"Than yesterday," ::Pietro explained, making a small gesture.:: "If you slept so early, nothing held your attention."
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 8, 2008 23:10:01 GMT -5
A slight chuckle. "I suppose that makes sense, though I was practicing with my powers yesterday, so I don't think I was too bored."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 8, 2008 23:23:18 GMT -5
::Pietro assumed from that that exhaustion had led her to sleep early.:: "Did the training go well?"
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 8, 2008 23:26:30 GMT -5
"Depends on the definition of 'well,'" Ty observed. "Phoebe's back."
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