da, tovarisch

private xinstitute rp. 30 yrs. colossus.

[piotrasputin]

beastxly‌:

Hank doesn’t notice Wade’s strange behavior, and even if he had he wouldn’t have given it much thought. The other man confused him, and he couldn’t really get his antics in the first place. Instead he focuses on Illyana. Piotr says he doesn’t think she’s in need of care, but he couldn’t just not check. He still couldn’t even believe she was alive, her skin warm beneath his fingertips. The last time he’d seen her, she was a barely recognizable corpse. And for a second his heart leaps, because if Piotr and Illyana are back then… He shakes his head, and the hope of Bobby returning with it.

It’s all very heroic, what Piotr says about not regretting his sacrifice for the X-Men, but Hank can’t feel it right now. He can’t feel the weight behind his words, because even if Piotr was content with it that didn’t mean it hadn’t left a scar behind. No, not a scar, but a festering wound that drew in misery and more death. And everyone here felt it, had become infected. 

“She seems fine, yeah,” he says, running a hand through is hair. “For now. I’ll monitor her though, and you can camp out here too. I’ll have to… Tell the Professor as soon as possible, if he hasn’t felt you already.”

With Bobby, he felt the disappearance immediately. When he felt them, he was confused at first. When new people, the doppelgängers of those from his time popped up, they were different. Only slightly, but they didn’t feel exactly the same. Piotr and Illyana were dead. Weren’t they? Charles made his way to the infirmary, but it felt like he was pushing his wheels through molasses. The door opened for him, and he wheeled his way in. “Piotr?” His face lit up with joy and hope, maybe for the first time in a long time. It dies almost as quickly as it came when his eyes move to his sister. “Is she alright?”

Piotr’s eyes move to the Professor and notices there has been a few changes in him. He looked pale and much thinner. He wasn’t around the first time Charles had to be pulled out of his drug habit, so he’s not aware that he was only looking at the aftermath of an addiction. If he knew better, Charles would be looking healthier than he had been only two months ago. “Professor, she will be okay. I had to follow her instructions…” and now he’s apologizing for coming back to life. “We just have to wait…” he looks over at Hank and sighs.

[piotrasputin]

beastxly‌:

Hank gives Wade a thankful nod as he moves in, ready to place an IV but Piotr’s words give him pause as he hangs the bags in his hands. “No fire?” he asks, voice deep with his confusion. He sets the bags, and the IV kit, on the table beside Illyana’s bed so that he can move the oversized jacket on the blonde aside. Not exposing her completely, just enough to see the skin beneath. He checks both side of her chest, and at her stomach. “What’s happened to her then?” he asks, still distracted as he looks her over. If there was something going on here, something that had to do with her so called magic, then he didn’t want to do anything to get in the way of her own healing process. Of course he didn’t believe in magic, everything could be boiled down to science, but he did believe there were things science couldn’t explain yet. 

“You died nearly a year ago now,” he says, covering Yana back up before looking at Piotr once more. “You’re…” he glances at one of the windows lining the back wall. “You’re buried out there.” He says it quickly, clearing his throat before deciding to place the IV just in case. He wouldn’t flush anything through her but saline for now, it’d be good to have her ready if he had to do anything else. 

Wade’s head start to feel funny, like that time he was stabbed in the brain by fucking Francis. He stumbles and looks up at Hank, “Ha! I’m just gonna get out of here... get outta the way. See ya later, sparkles!”

Piotr watches him leave, glad for now that he doesn’t need to process more information like how Deadpool is alive when he was unmistakably dead dead earlier. Turning his attention back to Hank, he frowns. It was like the information was slipping away from him. Anything that happened in Limbo was falling away slowly. He can only remember, “She would not let us die. She killed Wade Wilson to get me out, but I do not know how she managed it. It has been... ten years for me Hank. I do not regret my decision that led to my death. I will do anything to protect the Institute, it has done so much...”

When his attention turns back to her, Piotr is gritting his teeth, “You will have to ask her more when she wakes up, and she will. I do not believe you need to... do anything.”

[jacobaseed-archive]

Colossus moments

Everyone thinks it’s a full-time job. Wake up a hero. Brush your teeth a hero. Go to work a hero. Not true.

[piotrasputin]

beastxly‌:

The mansion was in mourning for more than one reason now. Bobby was gone, unlike Jean there was no way he’d ever come back, and it showed. He might not have known how important he was to everyone here, but he was. Hank sat at his desk, eyes running over his scans again and again. Trying to find out why it happened. What did he miss? Poor Kitty, she wouldn’t even look him in the eye anymore. He didn’t blame her after the position he’d put her in. He figured she loathed him now, stuck by Scott to avoid seeing anyone really. 

He’s lost in thought and when there’s a commotion at the clinic door, he doesn’t notice it at first. But he hears a voice, one hasn’t heard in ages. “Piotr?” he asks quietly, looking at the door that still separated the clinic from his office. It couldn’t be, he was losing his mind. Searching for ghosts. But someone was still hurt, why else would anyone just barge into the clinic? He stands up quickly, hurrying to open the door. What he sees nearly stops his heart. “Piotr,” he says, sure of himself now but also with wonder in his voice because it wasn’t just Colossus. 

Her straw blonde hair hung over his arm, so long Hank was sure it nearly reached her ankles. She was covered in soot, clothes burnt away and hanging in strips. Her modesty saved only by what he could only assume was Piotr’s jacket. “Any bed,” he says quickly, shaking himself free from his amazement. “Wade, get her some oxygen.” He pulled on fresh gloves, ready to discover burns given the amount of soot covering her. “You can tell me how the hell you’re here later, for now I need to know how long she was inhaling smoke.”

Empty. That was strange, considering the fact that it was almost never empty in here back when he was around. Students with their hair singed, or someone throwing up frogs because of a magic user. Eerily quiet too. Piotr didn’t have time to wonder why, he just set Illyana down and moved out of Wade Wilson’s way. It was strange, watching a guy normally not diligent at all, put an oxygen mask on his sister without so much as a quip or comment. Piotr backed away and sat at the foot of the bed instead of dwelling on the possibly not Wade Wade.

“No smoke, there was no fire. We are supposed to be dead. Not like Deadpool, but like Apocalypse. Dead.” Piotr couldn’t think of anyone else that should be dead, his brain was having trouble adjusting. It’d been almost ten years for him. Most of his years being dead were spent living in Limbo alone on that farm. “How long... when did we die?” He looks over at Hank, unable to meet eyes with not Wade again. This one makes more sense, now that he sees him. Scars and all, but he still can’t shake the sight of his best friend lying dead as an offering to his sister’s kingdom.

[piotrasputin]

magiksoul‌:

As Piotr squeezes her wrist, Illyana tries not to cry out. She couldn’t appear weak here, and if she did her demons may attack him. But she does grow frantic, trying to catch his cheek and make him look at her with her free hand. “Это не он!” she yells over the roaring fires as they nearly drown her voice out. “Это не он!” She shakes her head, “You’ve missed so much, Piotr. You don’t understand, it isn’t your Wade. I promise you, Пожалуйста, поверь мне!”

When had her world begun spinning? Was the landscape changing or was she? Her breath begins to come hard, the pain hitting her like a freight train. It was coming for her. It feels like her breath is pushed out of her body all at once, the world they were in going silent. The darkness, it had ravaged Piotr’s land and it was coming for them. Her feet are leaving the ground, she realizes, her body covered in perspiration. Was she dying? Before her eyes close, she manages to order the demons looking towards the blackness encroaching on them. “Выполняй свой долг. Защити свою королеву.” The roar they let out as they begin to move is deafening but all she can focus on is his face as her eyes close. “Piotr…” she breathes, and succumbs to the darkness inside of herself.

There is no time now, he can see what she meant as the light they were going towards gets smaller with each ticking second. Piotr has no choice when she falls, he barely catches her in his arms and ignores everything else around them. He cannot let her die here because she is still his sister, maybe not the same little snowflake he knew, but still his Illyana. He carries her in his arms as duller metal armor surrounds him, it didn’t have the same shine here that it did in the real world. He’s faster now because of this skin and he manages to jump through the closer circle before it snaps shut behind them. When he looks around the hall they stepped back into, only one person is looking at him.

“Wow... Colossus is that you? You don’t look so good...” he begins yelling out for Hank, but when he turns around the big metal dick is stumbling away. Wade catches up and tries to help him get to where ever the hell he was trying to go.

It sounded like Wade Wilson, but Piotr feels like it could be another trick of the fade. Limbo was a hell of a kingdom and Piotr understood the kinds of tricks it liked to pull. He didn’t have the energy to interact with this Deadpool, real or not. He just saw a man that looked eerily similar to him dead, but Illyana promised they weren’t the same man. He’d have to believe her, but for now he was ignoring the guy. Piotr needed to get her help and he still remembered where those examination rooms were.

[piotrasputin]

magiksoul‌:

Illyana won’t take no for an answer, she drags him until he gives in. She has her eyes on their goal, her demons lighting the way. They blaze, flames reaching the black sky and dance in the wind that tosses her hair into her face. With her free hand, she shoves it away and their portal beckons to her. Could she tell him? Would he give up on her entirely? “I did it the only way I could,” she shouts over the wind. 

It isn’t long before they come upon it, the corpse of the man who enabled her to get him out. She knew if he saw it he’d only want to stay dead more, and she didn’t have the energy to argue with him. Her power was fizzling out, and even now she drew on the flames of her followers to keep her going. One by one they go out like lights as she and Piotr pass them, leaving Limbo in darkness behind them. But the body of Wade Wilson remains illuminated, laying between them and the portal. She holds tight to her brother’s wrist.

When he sees, it takes him a moment to understand because he can’t wrap his mind around it. Lying there in the dirt surrounded by light is Wade Wilson. Piotr tries to stop, to absorb the horrific sight in front of him. He loved Wade Wilson. Though Wade was difficult to understand, and infuriatingly negative sometimes, Piotr and Wade became something like best friends. He turned his wrist and gripped Illyana’s to look her in the eyes, the look on his face filled with betrayal and dread.

“How could you kill him... for me? Why would you do this?” Piotr doesn’t even process the fact that Wade is without his scars. The body lying there in front of them is not exactly his best friend, but that’s what it looks like to him. “He did not deserve this, Illyana!” Piotr’s eyes are filling with tears and he’s staring at her, squeezing her wrist maybe a little too hard. “он был моим лучшим другом!”

[piotrasputin]

magiksoul‌:

The sight of him is like cool water rushing over her. She’s become impervious to the flames just by hearing his voice. Illyana grabs for him as his coat wraps around her. Before, she’d only seen him through magic. A mirage. And now… He was so much older than she remembered and yet he felt the same. “Piotr…” she says weakly, crashing into his chest with a sob. She had wanted to be strong, to break in here and save him like she was the hero between them. But no, even as she rescued him, he saved her from the flames. 

After a moment of clutching him tightly, she backs up and swallows her tears. She grabs for his hands instead, beginning to drag him. “We have to go. Now, before the portal closes.” Her rushed words turn to a hysterical smile, all teeth showing as she bursts with adrenaline. “I’m bringing you home, I found a way. You’ll be alive again.”

This bubble that he lived in was treating her like an intruder, but that could be due to the fact that she gave up a piece of herself to protect them so long ago. At least, it seemed so long ago to him. He’d aged at least six years since he last saw her in the flesh, yet to her it couldn’t have been more than a year he thinks. He stands fast, not letting her pull him, “I cannot go.”

Her smile kills him though and almost immediately he’s caving in, “I do not want to be alive, for I should not be.” His words have meaning, and yet he is now allowing her to pull him toward their exit. If he didn’t go with her, she would burn up here and that would be worse. “How did you do it?” Piotr wants to believe it wasn’t anything sinister, but deep down he feels there could be no other way than a life for a life.

[piotrasputin]

magiksoul‌:

@piotrasputin

The portal greedily opens, gulping like a tornado swallowing everything in its path. Illyana stares, mesmerized, as her prison of a year is revealed to her. She sees the fires creeping along the wasteland like they’re alive, turning into demons bowing to her as she enters. Some still revered her, but she knew there were others lurking. Waiting to steal her power back from the shadows. They didn’t interest her. She steps through, throwing the dead body to the ground and unflinchingly walks through his blood. “My brother,” she says shortly, and watches the fires light the way. 

There is a clear and cutting barrier between her kingdom and his refuge. Clear on the other side she sees the shadows rising, as if trying to pass through her brother’s farm and to her. No, she’d get to Piotr first. She had to. “Piotr,” she shouts his name as she passes through the barrier. It hurts, it feels like her skin is being flayed, but she figures this place is locked onto his soul. And what was she, if not apart of it? Raggedly breathing, she stands in the plains of his farm with her clothes smoldering. “Piotr!”

The sun was shining down on him, though the fields were covered in snow. He’d been walking through it, reminiscing about his time before the institute, before he and Yana were brought there to train and eventually die. Piotr heard her, only a whisper at first, but she was getting louder and louder the more he tried to shake her out of his head. He turns when her voice is so clear it has to be impossible for his mind to be playing tricks. When he sees her, it looks like her skin is being scorched by the light in his bubble. Piotr runs to her, knowing she is not an illusion this time.

“Yana, how did you get here?” She should be gone, safer elsewhere since she escaped. The last time they spoke, he was mad at her. Today, he still was, but he loved her and he had to remind himself of that. No matter what, she was still his sister. His family. Sometimes, family hurt you the most. “You shouldn’t be here, you’re burning!” He reaches her and tries to cover her with his large coat.

[jonhconstantine]

now that is the big brother i know and love.

[magiksoul]

@piotrasputin

[piotrasputin]

magiksoul‌:

The pain his words ignite is like wildfire. “Don’t say that!” she cries out, smacking her hand against the window hard enough to cause a crack. It spindles out like a spiderweb, fracturing the glass. His home. This sham of reality he’d created without her. She wants him to take it back, to tell her he loves her no matter what she’s becoming. Or what she has already become. When she looks at him her eyes are shining bright, like light cutting through a diamond. There are no pupils, no irises. It looks like someone has scooped out her soul and replaced it with pure, unfiltered energy.

“How could you say that?” There are tears in her throat now, a thickness that makes her sound hoarse like she’s been screaming for a long time. “I am not lost, you are,” she spits at him, standing her ground. She wouldn’t be treated like a child, even if she still wanted to be his little girl. She wouldn’t be scolded and belittled. “You are lost. And I will find you, and if you don’t want to come with me then I will drag you from this place.” Her words are hard and confident despite how wet and splotchy her face is. Like she’s six and she’s demanding he let her do something she’s forbidden to do.

It’s not right, living past his death date. He feels it inside himself, the darkness of his demise eating his soul just as it shredded hers. Piotr can’t look at her anymore, not while she’s glowing with rage and determination to tear him from his sanctuary. To him, it was all he had left of home. He was content to live out the rest of his existence in between life and death, though he wished it could be one or the other. Teetering on the edge didn’t suit anyone for long periods of time. That’s why he made himself busy here in this wasteland.

“You would drag me back to a world that should be without us? You are not a god, Yana. You cannot just decide to live again and it will be. That is not how the world works.” Piotr didn’t know Illyana wasn’t somewhere else in Limbo. He didn’t know she had already succeeded in resurrection once. “Go away, I need more time away from you.” With that, Piotr walked out his now splintered back door, refusing to pass her to get to the front.

[piotrasputin]

magiksoul:

Illyana visibly startles at his yelling, and it’s like she goes from queen to little girl in under a second. He had that affect on her, and she didn’t exactly resent it. He kept her human, he kept her grounded, and his decision to leave her had only made her grow in darkness. She knew she should tell him as such, beg for him to return so she could fill this hole growing in her chest. Tell him she needs him to stay right, to stay good. But her rebelliousness doesn’t allow it.

“We can protect each other, what is wrong with that?” she asks harshly, her hair moving in front of her face. She pushes it out with a frustration, turning away from him and looking out the window. This place wasn’t home, no matter how hard he tried to replicate home. It wouldn’t be home without her. “You are my heart Piotr,” she says after a long silent moment, resting her forehead on the window. “Without you I’m… Я не знаю, кто я. Я потерялся. Я так потерялся.” 

It was true that they could both protect each other. Piotr wanted to feel useful, he wanted to feel like he was part of a team. That’s why he went to the school in the first place. Yana following behind only a few months later had been his dream come true. His voice is softer now, “We did that and we died together, Illyana. We shouldn’t be here anymore.”

The next words out of his mouth are harsh and vile. Piotr was always known for his kindness and his natural want to forgive, so these seem foreign on his tongue. It was almost as if someone else had taken over him, or the darkness of limbo seeped into his soul. “Then you have no heart and you will be lost forever.”

[piotrasputin]

magiksoul:

Illyana can feel his surprise like a shock through her system. She’d felt the same way when she’d seen him. When he’d left her he still looked young, fresh faced. This wasn’t the brother she remembered, not on the outside. But she loved him just the same, if not more now that the distance between them grew further and further. 

She doesn’t want to talk about this, she wants to talk about what he’d been doing. If he’d missed her. About how to get him home. She doesn’t want to talk about how he thinks she’s failed him. Anger flares in her chest and when she takes a step forward, her expression hardens, “Let you go? Let you die, you mean?” She shakes her head, “I did not hurt myself, Piotr, I made myself strong. Now no one can ever hurt us again.” She softens, almost pleading with him. “I can protect you.”

“Yes!” he snapped when he met her eyes, “You were supposed to let me die there.” He understood the instinct to survive and the pull toward life with every last fiber of being. Piotr didn’t necessarily want to die, but knowing he was supposed to and didn’t haunted him nearly every day. Surviving didn’t feel the same as living, not yet. The thought of possible effects his trapped soul could have on the world plagued him too.

“I know you can take care of yourself, Yana, but it’s my job to protect you! I am the older brother!” Piotr’s voice cracked with emotion, “What use am I to you if I cannot do that?”

[piotrasputin]

magiksoul:

Piotr hadn’t understood. What she’d done had been for him, for the both of them. It was the only way she could protect the both of them, by giving up a part of herself. In turn Limbo made her strong, made her its Queen. And now it wanted that power back, it wanted her sword and the entirety of her soul as payment. She had escaped before it consumed her whole, but she hadn’t managed to find him in time. Now he was hiding from her, just out of his reach. She wasn’t truly here, she couldn’t touch him.

His refusal to respond to her in Russian stings but she doesn’t let it deter her. He was her brother, she loved him so much that it broke her in two every time she saw him. “I’m sleeping,” she whispers, not hiding her hurt. She didn’t have to hide from him, he knew her even if he didn’t think she was the same. “I had to use magic to fall asleep…” It was hard adjusting to the living world, an even harder adjustment in his absence.

When Piotr does turn around, he’s almost shocked at the sight of her appearance. Illyana still looked exactly the same, like she hadn’t aged at all in what felt like ten years. Piotr doesn’t yet realize that time moves much faster in his little world as a side effect of existing in a place like Limbo.

Piotr finally takes a seat at his table and sets his eggs down between his fork and knife. Skipping all the obvious questions, Piotr finally whispers, “You should have just let me go, Yana.” He’s looking more at his breakfast than her, but he still loves her despite the way he was acting. “It was my time, yet you took it from me and hurt yourself in the process...”

[piotrasputin]

magiksoul:

@piotrasputin

The first few nights she doesn’t sleep. Illyana spends the wasted hours staring at the ceiling or working on her magic by candlelight. She’s made so many hex bags and written so many new spells, the appeal of extra time to study had worn off. Eventually she comes up with a drought for her to get some more sleep. It goes down thick and tastes like the dirt she’d pulled the herbs from. At first she thinks it doesn’t work but then she hears the chirping of birds who wouldn’t be awake for several more hours. Her legs, long and pale, slide out of bed and her feet are met with a warm floor. It feels wet. 

The closer to steps to her bedroom door, the louder the chirping gets, and when she pushes it open she is greeted by sunshine. Blinking rapidly, her eyes search until she finds her brother’s farmhouse. There’s a dim light on inside, and she knows he’s just waking up and starting his day. Her eyes dart to the border of this world he’d created, but she doesn’t see any movement or darkness fighting its way in. She’d yet to be detected, and with that knowledge she moves carefully across the field with her breath held. Once inside the shack, she pushes her back against the closed door and lets her breath out hard and fast. 

His back is to her, it looks like it could span a mountain. Her voice is thin, uncertain and vulnerable. He’d kick her out, she had no doubt about it. “Я скучаю по тебе,” she says with her heart still racing, fingernails digging into palms. 

Day in and day out, Piotr followed his old routine from Russia. Joining the institute felt like it was years behind him and now he only had this. In his little bubble of sunshine, next to his shimmering lake, Piotr could forget where he truly was. He could forget, even just for a moment, that his little snowflake wasn't missing a piece of her soul. Here in this paradise, Piotr could stay away from the land she seemed to adapt to. A land she changed for.

Unaware of the intruder behind him, Piotr prepares breakfast before his farm duties. The words are almost missed, like they came whispering with the wind, but he knows she is there. He can feel her presence, and it felt wrong because she was no longer whole. He refuses to reply in Russian, and he doesn't even turn around to greet her, "You shouldn't be here. How did you get in this time?"

[piotrasputin]

- ̗̀⡪ PIOTR RASPUTIN || ISFP ⡪ ̖́-

ISFPs live in a colorful, sensual world, inspired by connections with people and ideas. ISFP personalities take joy in reinterpreting these connections, reinventing and experimenting with both themselves and new perspectives. No other type explores and experiments in this way more. This creates a sense of spontaneity, making ISFPs seem unpredictable, even to their close friends and loved ones.

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