prydeful: (Shadowcat)
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There's a lot to talk about.

One thing in particular. Dancing and a kiss and waking and wondering.

But there's a lot to talk about, and Piotr's face is serious enough she hasn't kissed him yet, just silently tilted her head towards the door and moved with him back to Serenity and her bunk, silent and in the mood for business before anything else.

Because that's what has to be done now.

(She's still holding his hand.)

The door closes behind them, and Kate sits on the bunk.

"So what's happened?"

Date: 2007-11-03 04:58 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (hold me)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
He was serious -- was, and is -- but glad to be back, too.

Glad to see her.

It's only been three days for him, and their moods feed off each other; the more businesslike one gets, the more the other responds in kind.

(But his fingers are tangled with hers, and his thumb strokes her knuckles once lightly as he sits down on the end of the bunk.)

"I talked to Beast. He has nothing new."

"And Captain America is dead. Assassinated."

Date: 2007-11-03 05:37 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (sometimes you get discouraged)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
Yeah.

Pretty much.

"He was shot. Yesterday. He was going to his trial -- it was on the news, live, of course. Everything was supposed to be up front." There may be a bit of dry cynicism in that.

There's a certain amount of reason for it, after all.

"And then..." he shrugs slightly.

"A sniper. No one seems to know who yet."

Date: 2007-11-03 05:55 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (don't much like what I'm hearing)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
Dry: "Not yet."

His mouth twists a little.

Too many dead. Too many blows; too much injustice and cruelty, and too little hope.

He slips an arm around her shoulders, or tries. He's not really surprised when his touch meets nothing tangible.

Date: 2007-11-03 06:11 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (things we know and things we learn)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
Piotr breathes out in a slow, tired sigh.

"For everyone else."

He could say, I don't know. Because we enjoy pain.

But it would be a lie. Because he does know.

And it's still enough. The old dream, Xavier's old vision, is still enough; their friends are too, and all the bystanders who would be dead or imprisoned or tortured without them.

Barely enough, some days, but still enough to keep them fighting.

Date: 2007-11-03 07:10 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (kinda serious)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
"Da."

Piotr was raised to value the state and the community over the individual. You work without complaint, and your lot will improve because everyone's does.

This shows, sometimes. Often.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't notice.

Softly, "There are still good things, Katya. Our friends."

Of the many things he hates about Dr. Rao's mutant cure, one is that it made hope a dirty word.

Date: 2007-11-04 02:54 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (sometimes you get discouraged)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
Softly, "Yes. I know."

Date: 2007-11-04 03:07 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (hold me)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
Just as slowly, his arm goes around her; just as slowly, his head bends over hers.

"How long was it?"

Date: 2007-11-04 03:12 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (things we know and things we learn)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
"Three days," he whispers. "Less."

I'm sorry, he doesn't say. Because the time difference isn't his doing.

"I missed you too."

Date: 2007-11-04 03:21 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (not smiling nope not one bit)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
Piotr grins against her hair for a moment.

"I am glad there are some advantages."

But both arms are around her, now.

Date: 2007-11-04 03:52 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (relaxation time)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
"I am here now," he points out in a murmur, smiling again at the soft kiss.

"If you are cold."

Date: 2007-11-04 04:06 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (waited so long for this kiss)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
Piotr just grins, pulling her closer, and leans in to kiss her.

It's been a long three days. For a lot of reasons.

Kate's always been a good kisser, and her mouth on his tastes as if she's just been drinking milk with cinnamon, sweet and strangely comforting. And he knows--

something infinitesimal and undetectable changes, and he has no way to know but he knows--

Piotr breaks the kiss with a gasp, staring at Kate as she's staring at him. "Katya, what--?"

Date: 2007-11-04 04:17 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (waited so long for this kiss)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
He has more questions, even though he knows the answers to some of them -- knows what Dream has done, even though he doesn't know how or why. There are rules for the Endless, whatever they are, and he thought they couldn't do anything like this.

But his mouth is occupied just now.

And whatever the whys and hows -- whatever else they have to discuss, and whatever this means for the rest of their species -- they've just been given back a future Wanda took from them.

With a low, wanting sound in his throat, he slips a hand into Kate's hair and kisses her just as deeply and hungrily as she's kissing him.

Date: 2007-11-04 04:41 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (nothing in the world but you)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
Can have, now.

There's a lot this affects. Some of it he hasn't even begun to think about yet.

But that will wait.

Just now this room holds himself, and Kate, and a hope and possibility they thought was lost.

resume

Kate Pryde | Shadowcat

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