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Post by Typhoid on Oct 2, 2009 21:00:52 GMT -5
"I know." She did know that, intellectually. A brief smile lifted the corners of her mouth. "I warn you, once we get going..."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 2, 2009 21:02:31 GMT -5
::Pietro's eyes flickered to their joined hands, before returning to her face.:: "I know."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 2, 2009 21:07:50 GMT -5
"So," she said, her tone slightly lighter then it previously had been. "It isn't just you."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 2, 2009 21:09:16 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded slightly, assuming that they remained on the same topic.::
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 2, 2009 21:20:52 GMT -5
She moved one of her hands so that their palms met, his much larger and longer hand dwarfing hers. Her uncertainty hadn't vanished, and probably never would, but it was much diminished by the conversation, and it was noticeable in her expression. They'd already talked about how he needed patience and time, for reasons she didn't yet know, and she wasn't going to force those reasons out of him. The rest didn't bear repeating. "I can wait," she said quietly. "But I do want to be close."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 2, 2009 21:22:13 GMT -5
"I know," ::Pietro told her, referring to her desire to be close. He had that same desire, but waiting was a necessity with him for better or for worse. He ran his forefinger across her palm.::
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 2, 2009 21:28:34 GMT -5
The forefinger across her palm tickled slightly; she chuckled involuntarily, almost playfully.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 2, 2009 21:30:31 GMT -5
::Pietro's expression was not a smile, but it conveyed contentment all the same.::
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 2, 2009 22:10:44 GMT -5
She looked outside the gazebo; the rain was growing heavier. As she did, her body began to fade along the edges, not much, but still noticeable. It grew more transparent the longer she looked at the rain.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 2, 2009 22:13:37 GMT -5
::A frown crossed Pietro's lips as Rossignol began to fade into transparency.:: "Rossignol?"
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 2, 2009 22:15:32 GMT -5
"Hmm?" She had been distracted, thinking, and didn't realize what was happening.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 2, 2009 22:16:48 GMT -5
::She did not appear to realize what was happening, which was perplexing. Pietro said,:: "You are fading."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 2, 2009 22:24:48 GMT -5
Her brow furrowed, and she looked around at herself-her hands, and her arms. "Oh." She sounded surprised; very rarely did this power get away from her any more. Her eyes closed, her expression akin to a grimace for a minute. It was more difficult to solidify, but she finally did, and her eyes opened again. The effort had cost her. "There."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 2, 2009 22:27:29 GMT -5
::Pietro regarded her carefully for what was a moment to him but was less than a second otherwise, and then he nodded slightly, as though the matter was settled.::
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 2, 2009 22:35:42 GMT -5
"I'm sorry, I know you don't like that," she said absently, worrying over the loss of control.
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