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AM: so? doesn't mean this won't work
AM: don't think like that
AB: I'm trying not to, really, I am.
AB: but we'll see I suppose.
AB: That sounds very defeatist, I don't mean it to.
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text: anna
AM: so? doesn't mean this won't work
AM: don't think like that
AB: I'm trying not to, really, I am.
AB: but we'll see I suppose.
AB: That sounds very defeatist, I don't mean it to.
prodigalsonofm:
“When you have super speed, it’s easy enough. Rub pretty much anything together long enough and it’ll catch on fire or do something a little more explosive.” But he was trying to not blow up the cabin or anything. Not while they were still using it. He assumed that would involve losing a deposit or something like that.
Pietro stretched out toward the fire. “Well, unless you planned on hunting for your food or growing it I think the grocery store lines are unavoidable. We’re cursed with it forever. I have dreams of empty stores with self checkout lines.” That might have been an exaggeration, but only a little bit.
A laugh erupts before she can help it. “I do not like to think about that, really. Already have the fear of god about my thighs when I run, thanks.” She shakes her head. “But It’s true. I guess I was more thinking I lack the wilderness survival skills perhaps needed for this uh, climate.” “Questioning my gardening skills?” She quirked an eyebrow. “I’m a woman of many talents, thank you,” After a moment. “But growing things isn’t really one of them, so,” She heaves a sigh. “I suppose you’re right.” She hums a pleasant little hum this time, turning to give him a little knowing smirk. “Tell me more,” She teases, laying back and looking up at the ceiling. “Microwaves that work as fast as I run... instantly heating ovens... dryers that move faster than a snail’s pace,” she says stretching her arms up over her head.
therapisttothedevil:
Linda narrowed her at Aurora’s explanation, “You’re confident in the place with Pietro, that’s good.” she nodded, “When you say another part, do you believe that stems from your own thoughts, or another side?” she asked, “Or, perhaps this concern may be that a new elements, an uncontrollable variable has entered your life without permission and is now attempting to ‘stake claim’ in some sense.” she was happy to put a few theories out there, she couldn’t decide for Aurora, nor simply tell her, they’d both figure it out the more they spoke.
“I can see that fitting.” she chuckled slightly, “But, it can’t all be bad; tell me about something good going on in your life right now.”
“I’m… uh, confident-ish. It doesn’t feel like something… solid. I guess. I think we’re both similar but very different. I— am not entirely sure either of us will let the past be the past. I keep tripping over myself. Trust too much, too little, too much affection, too little. I have spent my whole life trying to find the happy medium between light speed and normal. Not sure I’ve found it,” She shrugs. “Everyone has baggage, I suppose,” Aurora was just aware that hers was heavy as ever.
“You’re the shrink,” She smirks. “But that sounds shrinky to me. Do you need me to tell you that I like control over my life? I think we both know that.” Aurora paused to think, “Lots of things are good. My best friend is good, I like when we get to spend nights in together, Pietro, despite everything, is good. Being around him makes me happy. Work is good, we’re on break and I’m making a new lesson plan. I enjoy my job.”
text: anna
AM: wow that's beautiful!!
AM: what??
AM: why would you leave single??
AB: because i can't seem to hack being in a functioning relationship.
AB: Always seems fine then it becomes abundantly aware that I am not unaffected from the things in my past.
AB: I think layman's term for that is damaged goods.
text: anna
AM: iceland???
AM: pics or it didn't happen
AB: YES that's the fancy underwear vacation LOL.
AB: [pics of mountains and a lovely sunset and the hot springs and the small cabin.]
AB: it's going fine and it's so beautiful if i leave here single how mad can I be?
im-not-a-liar:
Up until now, Thierry felt as if he were the only one in the city who spoke French. The last thing he expected was for someone to literally run into him and speak in his native language. Blinking, he just stared at her for a few seconds before responding effortlessly: “Ce n'est pas grave. Je ne vous ai pas vu.” Even though he spoke English just as well, it was a good excuse to slip into French after not speaking it for a very long while.
Aurora startled, surprised at what she was hearing for a moment. But soon she offered the boy a friendly smile, “Quelqu'un dans Star City avec de la culture. Je ne pensais pas que c'était possible,” She jokes. “D'où êtes-vous?” Aurora grew up speaking exclusively in French. She was taught English, but had no real reason for it until she joined Alpha Flight. Here, in Star City, she had to speak English, of course, but it got tiring sometimes to have to translate in her head. It was almost a relief to run into someone. “Aurora,” She says holding out her hand. “C'est un plaisir.”
prodigalsonofm:
“That suspicion is correct,” he told her as he climbed out. The cold air hit him like a punch to the gut and he sucked in a breath, grabbing what he could to dry off. “I’m letting the age comment slide,” he told her through clenched teeth.
As soon as they were back in the cabin he had a fire in the fire place and sat down cross-legged in front of it, prodding the flames with the iron poker. His hair was still dropping freezing little pinpricks of water down his neck.
With some very quick banging around in the room and kitchen Aurora was changed into sweats, hair up, water on the stove, salted and waiting to boil. She grabbed a towel from the kitchen and slowed to walk over brushing it over his hair and draping it over his neck, kissing the top of his head. She sat down beside him and held her hands toward the flames. She was quiet for a while, glad for the warmth.
“Glad you could start a fire, can’t say that’s really a skill I’ve ever had to use,” she said, turning the back of her hands toward the warmth. Moving quickly meant she had the warm clothes on but her skin still felt chilled. She stretched her long legs out and flexed her feet toward the flames, giving a little shiver as the warmth washed over her. “I’m not sure I was meant for apartment living, this feels nice. Maybe It’s just because I don’t have to worry about stretching my legs, so to speak. No one to bother me about my pointy ears, or moving impossibly slow at the grocery store,” She smirks.
therapisttothedevil:
Linda found that if she directed the talk early then Aurora usually was happy to pick it up; she brought it back to where they’d been last and listened for any new developments… seemed she’d found one. “His ex-wife?” she repeated, “That must be a little stressful, how did you feel about it; him not mentioning you?” she asked, knowing exactly how she’d feel but it was important not to project her own feelings onto a patient. “I heard from her, briefly,” Linda nodded, “I’ve yet to see her though, I’m sure she’s just very busy.” the woman chuckled softly, “Oh you wonder at the world when that’s become a perfectly valid question.” she shook her head.
“On one hand, It’s not entirely my business. She and I had a run in which consisted of her questioning my mental health in the frame of concern for her child, however I am pretty positive her motives we a little more, uh, — attempting to stake her lady dominance or something stupid. A game I am not interested in playing,” She shakes her head. “But another part of me is concerned, I suppose.” It seemed weird to say out loud. “I’m not entirely sure why.” “Yes, I am sure she is. I hope she reaches out again,” Aurora says earnestly, sighing a little. “What’s the saying? Going to hell in a handbasket? Seems appropriate.”
“Almost. It’s a big word for me. I feel it everywhere. Almost home. Almost happy. Almost changed. Almost, but not quite. Not yet. Soon, maybe.”
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text: anna
AM: bonjour!
AM: hi
AB: i'm texting you from iceland just checking in
AB: checking on you out of love.
therapisttothedevil:
Linda felt she was getting a better handle of Aurora by this point; the other seemed willing to talk but required a little steering despite wanting to control what it was they discussed. “I’m very well thank you,” she smiled, “And you, you’re looking well. How are things with Pietro?” she inquired politely, “I hope his little one’s feeling better after the incident. And no one’s tried to throw any more cars at you?” she added.
The immediate inquiry of her relationship made Aurora shift in her seat and she shrugged. “Uhm — okay I suppose,” what did she say about that. “Felt like we had a misstep, sometimes feels like we’re not — on the same page completely but I think we’re working through it. His ex-wife is in town and he hasn’t mentioned it to me at all so I think that’s… sort of strange but, perhaps I am just being sensitive. Not sure.” She smiles at that. “I believe she is. She said she was going to come and talk with you, I hope she did. And no — no cars.” She chuckles, “Thank you for the concern,” She says, touching her own chest dramatically as if she were touched by the sentiment.
annamariexrogue:
“Um…” Anna had to think about that question for a few seconds. The only other person she’d ever seen around Erik was Emma, and since Anna had moved in, that had also changed. “…No. I don’t think he does. Weird, ain’t it? He’s such a hermit.”
“Sorry, I know I’m being lazy but — well,” she shrugs and hands her a glass. “I don’t know about Pietro either but it just seems like Erik is shut off from the world and everyone but you. Maybe you’re his best friend,” She chuckles. “So he just has to sit there in angered silence when he’s annoyed at you.” She didn’t imagine Erik doing much but sitting in angered silence, honestly. “Anyway — hi, how are you? I missed you.”
Aurora reached out to steady the thin frame of a man she had knocked square into, tossing a glare over her shoulder at the person who had all but shoved her into him. “Excusez-moi. Pardon. Il est tellement entassé ici que je ne peux pas le tolérer,” She said without thinking. “Ah, sorry. Pardon me. It’s very crowded here. Didn’t mean to plow into you,” Aurora apologizes, offering him a smile.
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prodigalsonofm:
“Is it bad for me? Obviously not. Is it bad for you? Welllllll…” Pietro pressed his lips together and offered her a sympathetic look. He was joking, but only barely.
He flexed his hands just beneath the surface of the water. They had been there long enough for his skin to start to wrinkle. “As long as it’s fairly tolerable. Let me know if the rating drops.”
“Obviously not,” she says and nudges his side with her elbow. “Shut up. Despite your master plot, you’re not going to convince me not to like you. I’m onto you, Pietro.” Aurora smirks and looks down at his hands, then back up. “Yeah, you too.” She leans up and kisses his cheek. “Come on, let’s get out. You’re a prune.” She says lifting his hand out by his wrist to inspect his fingers. “Looking your age,” She teases, standing up and squeezing her hair out. “It’ll be here — merde, it’s cold.” She groans. “But — the pool will be here. Let’s eat and climb a mountain or something.” She holds her hands out toward him.
“There’s a town nearish by, but I get the suspicion that you are not super interested in heading there,” She shrugs.
Blink and you might have missed it. A little boy was in the street and then suddenly, he wasn’t. Aurora was now kneeling in front of him, eyebrows pinched together in worry but voice soft. “You must be careful, okay? You cannot just wander out into traffic without your parents. Promise?” She holds out her pinky and links it with the child’s. “Now, where are your parents?” When she noticed someone looking on she tucked her hair behind a pointed ear. “Does he belong to you?” She offers, eyebrows raised.
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