Piotr Nikolaievitch Rasputin: Infinite Miracles RP

[d-anversarchive]

“The road to progress just…keeps getting longer, doesn’t it.”

[colossal-x]

“It seems shorter to me now than it has my entire life.” Krakoa gave him hope, something that’s in short supply when you’re a mutant.

[icetomeetyou]

“I haven’t slept well in weeks so, no - this isn’t anything new.”

[colossal-x]

“You too?”

[xshadowpryde]

@colossal-x

It had been an impulsive decision. 

After agreeing to Emma’s proposition to take her seat as the Red Queen, Kate Pryde had become more than just Shadowcat. She was a Marauder, disallowed from joining her fellow mutants on Krakoa. She was exiled from the present mutant homeland with no cause or reason, but she had her ship, she had her friends, and most importantly, she had a home that no one gave to her. Kate had prided herself on doing things her way her entire life, even as a budding X-men, and to be independent had been number one for her. She rose through the ranks to become a professor at Xavier’s school (now dubbed Jean Grey’s) and then leader of a team. A few teams. She’d always been more than what people expected of her, and in the beginning, she felt she had so much to prove.

Now she knew who she was, even if at times her actions caused her to be unrecognizable. 

As Kate climbed the stairwell to her apartment, she kept asking herself just what in the hell was she doing. She should let time run its course, heal its wounds. She shouldn’t dredge up the past based on a guilty conscience. Based on her guilty conscience. Emphasis on that, because again, Kate didn't’ know if she was doing this for him or for her. If she forced herself to look in the mirror and really deal with herself, she had a feeling she wouldn’t like the answer. 

Rounding the corner, Kate felt her breath catch in the throat and she froze at the end of the hallway. She didn’t know what she had been expecting, but seeing Piotr standing in front of her apartment was definitely not it. Sure, she had given him the address. Offered the invitation. She hadn’t expected him to show, not after everything. Yet there he stood, unaware of her presence in the moment, and she wasn’t sure how long he’d been standing there. 

“Hi.” it was lame, but she couldn’t think past the thud of her heart in her head. She’d avoided him, avoided Illyana, avoided everyone close to her after she left (him, at the alter). Kate had put as much distance between her and her past that she never truly processed her feelings and as she stood just mere feet from him, it was all coming in, full swing. It was a whirlwind of emotion because Kate had truly loved him, she just hadn’t been honest with herself from the start. 

She forced herself forward, avoiding eye contact as she opened her apartment to make way for them. Kate Pryde had never been cowardly, but then again, Kate had never envisioned herself abandoning the love of her life at their wedding. She left the door hanging open as she emptied her arms of what she’d been cradling – no, clutching, as soon as she saw him. A six pack of beer, a bottle of vodka. She knew alcohol wasn’t exactly the best choice here, but she didn’t know if she could do this completely sober. 

“I ordered take out, if you’re interested.” What was she doing? Why had she invited him here? Even better question: why was she trying so desperately to act like everything was normal? Like she hadn’t torn his heart out of his chest and stomped on it. 

As she finally turned to face him, she leaned against her kitchen counter and folded her arms protectively over her chest. “How was the party? I heard nothing wild happened.” Deflecting. She was deflecting.

[colossal-x]

His heart was in his throat pounded in his throat as he waited outside her door. Why did he show up? Why was he putting himself through all of this again? All the heartbreak, the tears, he deflection. His body may be close to indestructible but his heart was in pieces. No matter he did to fill in the cracks, friends, booze, food, flings, it was to no avail. As if he were putting a band aid on a bullet wound.

Katya was, no, is the love of his life. From the moment he was able to see her as more than just some kid with a crush on him they had been connected. Kitty and Pete. Where there was one there was the other. Their slow burning romance caught the eyes of many and the whispers ensued. Everyone seemed to support the two of them being together despite their many break ups. That is untill his sister spoke her mind on the eve of their would be wedding. The irrational part of his brain wanted to blame Illyana for his misery but he knew it wasn’t fair. He didn’t even find it fair to be upset with Kate, but that didn’t dull the pain.

Five more minutes he told himself. Everything was telling him to leave now but he just couldn’t. He needed to be here, to see her, no matter how much her visage tortured him. He was forced to leave the country out of the shear pain her presents brought to him despite her pleas, yet here he was. Willingly back at her door waiting for her to come home with baited breath as if he were some sort of love sick puppy. He hated how she could do this to him. How he was just putty in her hands. He knew coming here would only hurt him but he clung to the idea of her, his memories of her. She was his home.

Hearing her voice the hair on the back of his neck stood on edge. Not able to so much as breathe he gave her a long look with a nod before looking away. She had changed much since their wedding but she was still as beautiful to him as ever. 

“Thank you.” He replied nervously as he cautiously entered her apartment. He could hear his heart drum in his ears as he stood in her home and took in their surroundings. 

“Kate...” Piotr said after she mentioned the take out and tried deflecting again. “I... I would like us to be honest with each other please. Why did you invite me here, into your home? You know how hard this is for me.”

[colossal-x]

what do you think about the new russians who rolled into town?

“I had a good time with the two I met! Helped me keep my mind clear of someone. Yelena seems nice and Alexei reminds me of my uncle Anatole. Well, before I found out he was in the mafia and would turn on Illyana and I for a quick ruble .

[colossal-x]

have you considered getting that giant tattoo of your ex removed yet?

“I have set up appointments only to cancel. I was so deeply in love and in so much pain when I got it done. For years it meant more to me than anything and now... Now I can’t even look in the mirror after I get out of the shower. Seeing her on my chest every morning breaks my heart all over again and only reminds me of how much I miss and love her. I know it is foolish, but I feel that getting it removed would mean I had given up, and I just can’t seem to let go of the thought of being together once again.”

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[colossal-x]

[c-yxlops]

“Would it be weird to say I found a silver lining?”

[colossal-x]

“I am glad you are trying to make the best of this situation, Scott. But I don’t think this is healthy for you. I know it is not for me.”

[xshadowpryde]

“It’s karma. Definitely karma.”

[colossal-x]

“Boi zhe moi...” Was all he could mutter as he looked at himself through his ex-fiance’s eyes. “I do not like this, either, Katherine.” It made his stomach sink to refer to her by her full name as he could see the top of his chest tattoo of the two of them sticking out through the shirt. A tattoo he didn’t have the heart to have removed over the past months.

[colossal-x]

rsummrs‌:

Rachel visibly deflated, “I’m sorry, Piotr. I just— I could feel someone staring. And everyone’s thoughts are particularly loud today. And I guess, with well– everything that’s been going on. I’m just having an off day, okay?”

Piotr nodded as he took a drink from his recent poison of choice. “Ah, I understand Rachel, it is okay.” The stench of alcohol loomed on his breath as he spoke. “I know something of bad days, say no more.”

[colossal-x]

vclkyriors‌:

“You’re right. The Phoenix is, and always has been, a threat to the Asgardians. But we’re done fighting. Anything else?”

“Well if you are done fighting, just one thing.” He said before pulling out the largest handle of vodka he could find. “A drink to peace?”

[colossal-x]

pclariis‌:

“I’d start preparing yourself for the worst. Things don’t look like they’re going to be pretty.”

“Does it not look like I’m prepared for the worst?” He said taking another slice of Chicago deep dish pizza from the box and just stared at it. “This was Katya’s favorite...” He muttered to himself.

[colossal-x]

bbombshells‌:

“Looks like you’re the only one. Everyone else is boom boom, bitch.”

“Boom Boom is abrasive, but I will thank you not to call her a bitch.” His words slurred.

[colossal-x]

spiidermcm‌:

“We need peace as long as we can have it. When it gets bad, I have a feeling it’s going to get bad.”

“I think you are right. I am doing the best I can on my side but time is running out.”

[colossal-x]

phcenixes‌:

“I didn’t think anyone was talking about peace. This is a nice breath of fresh air.”

Piotr laughed as slightly as he wiped the crumbs from his shirt. “We are just in the minority. We all could use some more fresh air.”

[colossal-x]

phcenixes‌:

“I appreciate your patience, Piotr. We need to try and keep peace and not fall into the chaos of the Hellfire Club. It’s a slippery slope and I don’t know if we can recover from it.”

“They are beginning to see my patience as refusal to act.” Piotr admitted as he scratched at the scruff from his unshaven face. “I am doing the best I can to try and keep things calm, but after the incident on the moon... Bozhe moi...” He muttered before taking a long swig from his half empty bottle of vodka. If he took the time to sober up he’d be embarrassed of the man that he’s become.

[colossal-x]

glaciemregina‌:

“Not yet, Piotr. Not yet. There will be a time and place for everything, I assure you.”

“I wish to believe you, Emma. After last night it just feels as if we have arrived at that moment.”

[colossal-x]

pclariis‌:

“I’d start preparing yourself for the worst. Things don’t look like they’re going to be pretty.”

“Does it not look like I am preparing for the worst?” He asked as he picked up another slice of deep dish pizza and just stared at it. “This was Katya’s favorite...” Piotr muttered to himself.