[snuggle up real close everyone]

[cephalon]

Who: The fair crew and visitors of the Windrose
Action: Aboard the Windrose
When: May

[It's a mingle! Make friendly everyone~]

Comments

[ecclesiophobic]

If this man is anything like Remy, I don't think they'll be complaining.

I'm waiting for you to tell me what you're hedging around. I could tie you up and torture it out of you, but I actually do have plans later tonight. [He's also not at all serious with that threat, the least reason of which are Kitty's powers.]

[passingthrough]

[Feigned distress.] Oh no, not the being tied up threat.

I really don't know what you want to hear. It's just like I told you before. I'm pretty. I'm just not gorgeous like some of our teammates. Not everyone can be a Storm. Some of us have to be Kitty.

[ecclesiophobic]

[Have a raised eyebrow, Kitty.] You know, comparing yourself to Ororo is setting yourself up for failure. No one is Ororo; not Jean, or Dazzler, or anyone but Storm. She's one of the women you see etched in stone a thousand years later.

You are one of those women whose smile makes a man's breath catch in his throat. Your face lights up like a warm fire, and your eyes promise all the comforts and love of home. [He says all of this softly and with a completely straight face; the flowery is just him, this time.]

[passingthrough]

See, I knew you had a thing for Ororo. [Trying to distract him from this with teasing even though he seems pretty un-distractable. He's also saying things that feel a lot harder to dismiss. So specific.]

[ecclesiophobic]

Me and everyone else who enjoys the pleasures of the fairer sex. [Slight exaggeration, but though he's smiling Kurt is dead serious. She was his first crush and he's biased. The topic doesn't distract him for long.] Kitty, am I making you uncomfortable?

[passingthrough]

You're not...not making me uncomfortable. [But she's also not afraid of him and spending time with him, even uncomfortable time is treasured.]

[ecclesiophobic]

[The set of his shoulders slumps minutely.] I'm sorry. That's not what I wanted, I simply--I suppose I don't understand how you can look that mirror and not see what I see. [He's always been so proud of his own appearance, defiantly so at times.]

[passingthrough]

[She feels like she disappointed and saddened him, and it's a terrible sort of feeling. She circles her arms around him, head resting on his shoulder. Basically just a steady stream of hugs available for Kurt all the time.] You honestly think I'm as pretty as Jean and Dazzler?

[ecclesiophobic]

[Saddened, yes. She'd have to do a lot worse to disappoint him, especially now when he's so proud and happy to see the woman she's becoming in peace time. His arms go around her easy as breathing, head turning so he can speak softly into her ear.] Mhm. Can I tell you a secret?

[passingthrough]

You can tell me anything, anytime. Secrets included. [Your her Kurt. Even things that will hurt her. Even things that will make her cry or worry. Even in the middle of the night when she'll have to leave Winn in bed.]

[ecclesiophobic]

[He pauses, as thought gathering up his courage to admit something horrible.] I never have understood why everyone went mad over Jean. [Kurt you troll.]

[passingthrough]

I know you can't see it right now, but I hope you can feel me rolling my eyes at you. [She pulls back with a smirk.] Don't think I haven't caught on to your anti-redhead thing. I know you, Kurt Darkholme.

[ecclesiophobic]

[He grinning shamelessly when she leans back, eyes alight with mischief. Hands somewhat free, he gestures with one and his tail to articulate his points.] Can you blame me? Look at my mother and then say you can blame me for preferring brunettes.

[passingthrough]

Hey, if you're going to have mommy issues with the ladies you go for, that's the direction to have them. [Away, not towards.] Of course your sister's a brunette. [She doesn't have to use her kid gloves when playing with Kurt, right?]

[ecclesiophobic]

Nein, really? I never noticed that before. [Rogue's also outspoken and capable of hurting him very easily, but he's not giving Kitty more ammo. Instead, a distraction!] You know, in the world I went to, Wagner dated one of his sisters before joining the priesthood.

[passingthrough]

Woah! One of his sisters? Who are these multiple sisters and was it Rogue? [Making an unintentional face here that's somewhere between this is gross and tell me more!]

[ecclesiophobic]

Thankfully for the sake of my remaining mental capacity, nein. The woman who raised him had a daughter named Amanda. Apparently he didn't feel like going very far to find a lover. [And though he's grinning, Kitty's probably close enough to feel the random 'ew ew ew' twitches he's trying to suppress.] Needless to say, the other Kurt here can never know this.

[passingthrough]

[Mouthing "wow" at him.] I wonder if other Kurt has a sister named Amanda. ...Or a girlfriend named Amanda. [So much teasing. But her smile turns more fond.] Are you protective of him? [Because that would be sweet. She definitely is.]

[ecclesiophobic]

He'd better not. I'm giving serious thought to avoiding all women named Amanda on principle. [The grin fades from Kurt's face as the question brings to mind another version of himself he'd met; a young boy named Kurt Waggoner. He was younger than the other Kurt here and so excited to see another version of himself. Darkholme had shoved him away, and then watched the boy die in front of him.] I suppose I am.

[passingthrough]

Yeah, me too. [But she's paying more attention to his expression now.] Kurt?

[ecclesiophobic]

[Kurt swallows hard and shakes his head.] Not--not tonight. Ask me about Waggoner when I don't have plans for the evening.

[passingthrough]

[She rubs his arm and nods, wondering at "Waggoner" but not asking.] Consider it tabled.

...So, you have plans?

[ecclesiophobic]

Danke.

[He actually musters a smile; weak, but there.] Mhm. I'm going to be spending the evening with Wrath.

[passingthrough]

Yeah? [Tilting her head and looking curious.] What are you and Wrath going to be doing?

[ecclesiophobic]

Oh, I imagine we'll find something to do. [And he's a little glad of still feeling melancholy, because otherwise he'd find it difficult to keep a straight face.] She's really a lovely woman.