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@magikly
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Colossus & Magik Vs. The Brood - Daniel Govar
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Magik - Uncanny X-Men #007 (2013)
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Releasing her from his hug, he turned to get about making her a cup of tea. The kitchen was full of all kinds, but he picked the quickest one to steep. As she spoke, he glanced back at her while he waited for the water to heat up and gave her a half smile. He knew she was trying to make him feel better, but he’s not the one that needs it.
“I don’t mean to make you worry, I just want you to be happy. I want these nightmares to stop tearing you from sleep.” Piotr stopped talking, know he would just continue droning on and on repeating the same thing in different ways. The truth was that he could never know what horrors she lived through, he’s sure his do not compare. The last thing he wants is for her to try make him feel better about it. “Can you find two mugs while I check the water?”
Illyana hopped back on the counter, her legs dangling off as she watches her brother. There was something comforting about him making tea. It’s domestic, as if they were normal. But they’d never been normal.
“I’m okay,” she assured him. “I can stand to lose a few nights of sleep. There are worse things.” She reaches to the cabinet beside her and pulled out two mugs, setting them down beside her. “Thank you big brother.”
“I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.” – Patroclus, The Song of Achilles
@piotrasputin
🍼 for Yana cuz why not I'm curious
send in 🍼 and i’ll create a child for our characters ( for @magikly )
- name: Karina Maximoff- likes / dislikes: being complimented, speaking Romanian with Pietro like they’re sharing secrets, watching Yana boss Pietro around/small talk, the looks people give her parents, when her spells result in eyebrow loss- first word: No- appearance: looks like they could walk through a thunderstorm and arrive with every hair in place, Curly Ann Maximoff, owns no other footwear except boots- which parent they look more like: Pietro- which parent they like more: Pietro (daddy’s girl to the max)- height once fully grown: 5′7- job ambition: what ambition?- faceclaim: brittany snow
“You’ve got about five seconds to get out of my face. I know where I’m going.”
He didn’t.
Illyana raised an eyebrow. “Yeah you don’t seem like you do. Need a hand there or...?”
Illyana watched the emotions dance across his face. She knew he had felt like he should have done something. But there wasn't anything. "Yes," she said after a moment. "Tea does sound good." She pursed her lips for a moment before telling him "There was never anything in your power to stop it. There was never anything I expected of you. It wasn't your fault."
But she had a feelings the words wouldn't stick. She knew she would be the same way if the roles had reversed. It was part of what made them such a close team, such a bonded pair. They knew what it was to lose each other. And they weren't going to ever again.
Illyana felt her mouth pull into a soft smile. "Good. I am glad." She looked at the girl for another moment, eyes soft. "Do you feel any better?"
Illyana offered a small smile. "I do. I do very much. You are a brave girl. You've been given hard things to deal with at a young age. And I want to always be in your corner. I want to keep you safe, to protect you. I'd like to be like a sister to you, if you'd like."
You believe yourselves immune to death? I bring you a gospel of oblivion. I bring you the Soulsword. Taste it and cease to be.
Illyana looks at her for a long moment, having noticed her deflation. "To learn it completely, a year or two. But it got better as it went. Its a process. You slowly care less and less about everyone else." She cocks her head at her and says gently, "You have a family. I can be your family. If you'll let me."
Illyana pursed her lips. "I had Piotr. I relied on him a lot. And I learned to find peace enough in that he knew I was no monster. I stopped needing other people, just enjoyed those who did come into my life. It was a hard thing to learn."