this was a terrible idea;

peterpaulwisdom:

totallycalmtotallycool:

merrymagik:

Just when she had thought this couldn’t get any more awkward, it does. She
knows what Piotr did to Pete —- at least, their world’s Pete, though she can
assume by the other Kitty’s phrasing that something similar must have
happened —- and while she knows her brother will NEVER lash out at her
that way, she can’t say that what he probably will do won’t be WORSE. Seeing
the look of hurt and betrayal in his eyes would be enough to make her wish that
he had just struck her; it would be far less painful. So, the words from the other
Kitty’s mouth have Illyana’s glacial eyes cutting from the pair in front of them
to the window off to her side instead. She hugs her arms around her abdomen,
easily passing it off as being a little CHILLY rather than to suppress the anxiety
bubbling up or the discomfort she suddenly feels about the subject being brought
up, however innocent that it is. Ever the master of deception, her voice comes
off as calm and collected as ever, like she’s CONFIDENT in the fact that he
doesn’t know —- like it isn’t that she’s afraid to tell him, like she has it all under
control —- and she hopes this Kitty isn’t as good at seeing right through her
bullshit like her own always has been.

                   ‘ Piotr doesn’t know. ’

Illyana wasn’t the only one to flinch at the question, and beside her, Kitty’s mouth twisted into a pained grimace. Automatically, anticipating her lover’s distress, her hand reached across the surface of the table to comfortingly touch her hand, “We’re not exactly on… good terms. After the uh, Phoenix… thing…” She caught herself trailing off, her mind drifting to how different this timeline must be if she had ended up with Wisdom – she was only judging slightly, she told herself – and at the Braddock Academy rather than the Jean Grey School. Had they been through Hope and the Phoenix Force? Had it even ended the same way? How far did the butterfly effect reach, and was her being with Wisdom a cause or effect? May as well ask. She pointed a finger across the table at her other self, her eyes narrowed in thought, “Jean Grey School? Phoenix Five? Utopia? Bullet? College? Genosha? Dad?” She fired off the questions as quickly as they came to her, until she reached the last. That one was more reluctant, accompanied by a tightened jaw and almost pleading eyes.

   “… that was your bloody fault Luv I told you it was a bad idea.” He frowns at the memory of her less than favourable reaction at his reappearance and automatically runs a hand along his chin though more than likely acting as a protective barrier between him and the blonde than anything else. It made sense Kitty would be the kind of person to tolerate somebody so cold. But the awkward laugh that almost bubbles from his throat is devoid of humour as the events unfolded to be stranger and stranger, figuring his own rapid fire of questioning was best left at bay.

   Still, the same thought continued to plague his mind. It was evident the other woman was definitely Kitty but their mannerisms differed much more prominently than he’d expected to his own, wondering how many other alternates there happened to be and how much better or worse off their lives had turned out to be. Playing smart, he avoids voicing the thought that he too would have avoided telling the older male out of pure fear, his thumb now tracing idle patterns against the brunettes knuckles “—Yep. Same. Same everythin’. All ‘v it.” He quips with a rapid interjection over the mention of his other halves father, glancing to the side before continuing his unintentionally swift reply in hope it would simply die down and.. not be mentioned ever again. Ever. “Did a small favour with an– old friend. Hung around a bit more. Lot less drama in Britain. Mostly.”

     Her instinct was to coo a sense of security in the blonde just across the way, hers or not she’d known that look and she’d nursed that look and she’d hated to see that look for the stormy weather it was surely hiding. She would have acted had she not remembered it was not her place but another’s. Another strikingly similar to her. The shift from The Kitty From Another Place prompted her to sit up, adjust her posture, pretend the beginnings of empathy did not seep into her features, ever ready to spring to action and make her best attempts at pulling her from the seas of emotional wreckage. Instead her hand squeezed the hand she’d been offered in the form of her date, her very own emotional wreckage, at the line of questioning. Eyebrows furrowed and eyes narrowed as she let out a soft exhale between puckering lips as though this dinner was a marathon and she was sick of running. “Pheeew. Uh-huh. Check, check, check.” She laughed again, still fully engulfed in her attempts to make light of the conversation. “Not an actual check.” She wanted the actual check.  

“Everything is the same. After the time traveling brady bunch all but disbanded I went to work for Brian. There wasn’t really much young mutant teaching happening in America with all the bickering.” It was easy to feel sorry for someone who was you, and although she’d felt the sting of her words her eyes traveled down and locked on to the table. “Phoenix…thing…You hate seafood now too?”

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Dec 1 11:40 ( ♥ 13 )