peterpaulwisdom:

“You sure this’ll be okay, Kitten?”

     The house was nothing like he’d grown up in. It was quaint and the lawn was green in the kind of neighbourhood you could be out past dark and not expect any teeth to fall out in the meantime. It was quiet, the people seemingly so normal with nice cars (compared to what he was used to) and greetings as they passed on the sidewalk. The air was clean, the people were clean. He definitely, stuck out like a sore thumb. He was terrified, honestly. Pete had never met the parents of a girl regardless of their relationship status so meeting those of the girl he’d accidentally run into in an alleyway halfway across the world while she looked after him in every sense of the word. He’d scuttle along behind, suitcase falling apart as they crossed the threshold and two unknown faces came into view as he froze.

     “You’re dropping stuff!” Her hand would brush his lower back as she raced behind him like time was of the essence. In truth her only fear was that he’d keep ambling ahead in his nervousness and leave her and his things behind. She was careful and she was maternal; crouching down to stuff a loose bandanna back in to his suitcase and tuck a trench coat sleeve back. “It’s gonna be fine. You trust me don’t you, Petey?” It was a sweet sentence dripping in that good old Kitty Pryde charm and the tinge of guilt thats came with it because if he said no what a disaster it would be for his PR.

And she, the more intimidating she, the one with proper posture and crossed arms with her chin tilted upward and her eyes harsh and squinting upon the visage of the evident new addition to her home for lack of good vision and a tiny bit of judgement took a step on to the porch. She could not be cruel. He was only a boy. A poor mutant boy she imagined not unlike her daughter. She was trying very hard to see Kitty in this boy but with crinkled nose she couldn’t seem to get past the mohawk. “Hello.”

Her best attempt at welcoming.

Nov 4 0:12 ( ♥ 15 )