prydeful: (thoughtful)
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Things have been--

Not slow, exactly. Nothing, Kate thinks, in this universe is ever slow. But compared to spending months in prison, it's definitely been easier.

Though one thing--one thing Kate is not having luck ignoring--isn't going so easily.

She's not thinking on that, she reminds herself as she practices flips in the Danger Room.

She's still not thinking on that when she finishes, sweat-drenched and sore, and heads back to her room and her shower.

She is still, in fact, not thinking about that while she stands in the shower.





She's just staying in there. For a while. Enjoying the spray.

Right.

Date: 2008-08-21 01:49 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (Default)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
Piotr knocks lightly and, getting no answer, tries the knob. The door isn't locked; this is usually a signal that he's welcome, so he pokes his head in.

No Katya. But the shower's running. This is a fairly obvious clue.

He doesn't have anything urgent; she missed lunch, which is enough to make him inclined to stop by but nothing unusual worth worrying about. But he's got nowhere else to be for a while.

Idly, he picks up a book from the dresser -- The War of the Oaks, her favorite book, in battered paperback form -- and flips through.

Date: 2008-08-21 02:05 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (half smile)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
"Da," he says with a smile for her, even though he's not really reading at the moment.

It's been a book he associates with her for years, as much a part of the clutter of her room as Cats Laughing albums and dismantled electronics and posters of American pop bands.

Date: 2008-08-21 02:19 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (relaxation time)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
Piotr obligingly drops onto the bed, in the space left by her curled-up legs.

"Nothing." He brushes an affectionate hand over her nearest foot, and the toes that were prodding him a minute ago. "I have free time, and I didn't see you earlier."

Date: 2008-09-21 03:06 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (those simple moments of peace)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
Piotr makes an inquiring noise.

And, obedient to the cue, curls his hand around her damp foot and ankle, lightly stroking the callused arch with a thumb.

Date: 2008-09-21 03:32 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (not smiling nope not one bit)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
"Oh no," Piotr deadpans. "What a pity."

Gee. However will he manage.

Date: 2008-09-21 04:13 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (Not Superman)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
If Piotr wanted a flawlessly tactful girlfriend, he would not be dating Kate Pryde.

All the same, he briefly looks (just a little) pained at the phrasing. If affectionately so.

"There are many options," is all he says, mostly teasing, but there's a crooked seriousness in his face that says he understands her meaning.

Date: 2008-09-21 04:48 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (got no choice sometimes)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
Well, head injuries are an occupational hazard, but. His skull's pretty tough.

He's quiet for a minute. Maybe two.

And then, "I know," is all he says, just as soft.

And means, at least half, me neither.

Date: 2008-09-21 08:36 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (hold me when i wake)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
His arms go around her. Of course.



"Maybe," he whispers back, "we just need to be more patient."

"It takes time for many people."

This line of thought was a lot more convincing, and a lot less hollow, several months ago. And he knows it.

(He tries not to think of that very much.

He fails, more often than he'd like.)

Date: 2008-10-09 04:43 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (hold me when i wake)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
He should know better, he sometimes thinks, than to let himself think things will be easy. Than to let himself hope.

But he does anyway.

He does, because every once in a while things do work out. Just often enough to keep him hoping, and keep him going, and keep dashing his hopes the rest of the time.

"Like what?" he says softly.

Date: 2008-10-09 05:09 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (steel and shadow)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
All of the easy answers -- be happy, have our baby -- are the unhelpful ones.

"I don't know." It's quiet, and tired too, and in Russian.

He's fluent in both, but somehow Russian is easier sometimes anyway.

He cups her cheek with a hand for a moment, and lets his hand slide down to twine with one of hers. "I want -- The parts I know do not help. I want this baby to be ours. I want something that will make both of us happy."

"But the details... Maybe there are medicines. Or the cloning, I suppose, or -- something. I don't know, Katya."

One thing he's tried not to think about: it would be the worst kind of irony if he turned out to be unable to have kids after all. After Mikhail's last words, and last choice.

Even if modern science means it probably wouldn't be an insurmountable obstacle. Scientists have done stranger things just to see if they could, and some things are worth an uncomfortably clinical feeling or three.

Date: 2008-10-09 05:54 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (got one constant in this weary world)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
"I love you, Katya."

That first, and immediately; that much, he knows without question or doubt.

(That, again, is the easy part.)

He's about as happy at the idea of a surrogate mother as she is, and it shows in his expression.

If it's what they have to do, then -- it's something they can do. It's not a horrible option. But it's not the most appealing idea around.

Then again, neither is cloning. And neither is not having a baby.

"We will manage, my Katya." It's what they do. Because the only other option is not managing.

"Da. We can ask Hank. About medicines, or... something like that." When you're a mutant, everything is experimental medicine to some extent. "We will try that first. And see."

And hope.

He kisses her forehead lightly, closing his eyes for an instant. He's tired, and he wishes -- he wishes many things.

But they're in this together, and after eleven years of ups and downs, they both know what it means to commit that now. And that matters, a lot.

Date: 2008-10-13 09:07 pm (UTC)
steelartisan: (bad feeling about this)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
As a general rule, it's probably best that the characters aren't aware of Marvel writers.

He's pulled back a little; enough to look at her. He's frowning.

"Katya..."

This is half a question, but only half.

Because he can tell where she's going with this, and it's not an idea he likes in the slightest.

Date: 2008-10-13 09:21 pm (UTC)
steelartisan: (worried)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
"Maybe," he allows finally.

It'll be a long time before he considers that one, and that's clear in his voice, and in his face.

But arguing it now means thinking about it more; means listening to her arguments about the fact that there are good reasons why he has to have children and she doesn't, and the problem with that is she's right. (Those reasons are named Grigori Yefimovich Rasputin and Mikhail, and he's always aware of them.) Neither of them want her to be, but she is. And Kate's stubborn enough to argue a point she hates when she thinks it needs saying.

But Piotr Nikolaievitch is an old-fashioned romantic who takes many things seriously, including commitment, and he doesn't want to think about this.

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