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Who: Kitty Pryde and everyone who tags!
Broadcast: Yep!
Action: Planet fun! Or Windrose maybe. I'm flexible.
When: Now or nowish. Definitely now-adjacent.

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I have an important request. I need someone who can make cheese. Do cheese makers have an old timey name like cobblers and haberdashers or are those only for clothes? Anyway, calling all of those.

Cheese doesn't seem to be a thing here from what I can tell, but we're just one ingredient away from some really great pizza. I have no idea what cheese requires other than cows or goats or something. I grew up so close to Wisconsin, but I feel like I learned so little.

I would also accept alternative cheese. I know there were vegan kinds made out of hopes and dreams or something I assume. I can pay you or share the finished pizza or do something in trade if I had skills. I could beat someone up for you maybe. [She's not going to do that. Probably.] We'll work it out.

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[She's on the planet doing all of these things and more but this post won't get to CAPTCHA! You might find her on the Windrose veeeery rarely!]

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Do you know how many book clubs I heard being announced to start in the prison? At least six. Maybe more. I'm not sure if any of them ever did anything or if it was somehow code for getting them to send you home.

... well that or a code to getting yourself drunk off your ass. [He murmured, eying the address carefully.]

I guess that depends what you plan to do in book club. Or I've fallen off your train of thought.

Well, I cannot tell you how many intellectual endeavors were formed in King's Landing with the excuse of the lords and ladies to simply sit together and drink. Why should book club be any different?

[He smirked, and then savored his last bite of tart.]

I'll take that under advisement. [She smiles and then gets up once he's finished and offers her hand.]

[He exhales, slowly, before he takes her hand and ... yes, that would do it. A flow of feelings and emotions just flooding out of him. Loneliness, mixed with lust and a world-weary wisdom. Flashes of faces across his memory, hatred towards his father and sister, and a mixture of regret and anger towards Jaime. Jaime - memories of his brother reading to him, teaching him how to fight, mixed with that one Startling Memory of Jaime in that dungeon before he tried to cut off the stream.]

[It's a lot and it's sudden. She finds sometimes the connection builds up and sometimes it's almost instantly overwhelming like this. She finds herself taking a moment to adjust, eyes closing and breathing deeply, even as a faint blush greets her cheeks from the sensation of lust that comes through.

He was greeted with a deep sense of friendship and connection that Kitty feels toward Tyrion. A sense of accomplishment and pride at being able to do something nice for him tonight with the meal. It's also clear that these things mean so much to her because of how out of place and different she can feel around others and how lacking her life has been in terms of true accomplishment for a very long time. Their fight against Apocalypse seemed so hopeless. Even when they won they were defeated according to Kurt. And then in the prison she struggled so hard to free everyone and only managed to land herself here instead. Just more people she has failed.]

Um, come on, we were walking. [She'd rather be processing this away from others in the inn.]

[He closes his eyes, and presses his lips together for a moment, as her own memories crash into his mind. The warmth of her friendship is echoed back the moment he feels to her, with that brittle fear that it might disappear in a moment. That she would turn around and betray him or be betrayed by one of his enemies and how could he save her from his father if he came here... ]

Yes, walking please. Now.

[He tugged on her hand, gritting his teeth a little.] Is there some way we are supposed to control this?

[She walks from the room and from the inn with his hand in hers. She keeps her breathing controlled as the feelings and thoughts roll through her.]

I'm not sure. I haven't tried much. I did have some telepathic training with the X-Men. [He may see her face flicker past. And feel some of Kitty's emotions connected with her. There's something motherly she feels for Jean though she'd always refuse to call it that. She spent a lot of time trying to fill the void left by her parents, but also very much refused to replace them. The feelings are complicated. There's also abandonment and anger there for leaving the X-Men and taking Logan with her, and concern for her future if she has a future.

She tries to use some of those techniques she learned but she doesn't know how much use they'll be with a magical source.]

Your father can't hurt me. [A fragment of the greater whole that she catches on to and focus her thoughts. Maybe not the best place to grab.]

[He presses his lips together and sighs.] Meanwhile I have had none of it, so I apologize for whatever ... might come flooding through. [He sees the red-haired woman, and he feels that flush of anger, and abandonment, before it fades once more into concern.

He glances sharply at her, before he huffed out a laugh.] Many people have said that - and many people have died. He can't hurt me anymore, but he could still hurt the people I care for.

[And again the faces flash - Lily. Sascha. Takeshi. Winn. Bran. Jon. Jim. Cole.

...Dany. No, never her. Not his Queen. Rage fills his belly and mind and there comes the images of his father's death at his hands.]

[She feels the people pass before her mind's eye. Some she knows already. A few she doesn't. The caring and protectiveness for Winn and Sascha touch her since she cares so deeply for them too.]

He'll just be a man here. No control over anyone. No fortune. No army. No weapons when he arrives. No powers. I've taken out harder targets. [Once upon a time she was an assassin for the X-Men. Oh, she fought in full battles with the team too, but she had solo missions and missions with just Logan. Strategic hits to compromise the enemy. To take out the leaders and throw things into chaos.

She watches Tyrion murder his father and he'll see bits and pieces of her, sometimes taking people out in combat—claws slicing through, someone shoved into a wall never to be separated from it. And an image of her silently moving into someone's bedroom, reaching into his chest and extracting his heart. He never even had a chance to wake up. She doesn't regret the kills, but she took no pleasure in them. If anything there's an emptiness when she thinks back on it. They took something from her every time. Another piece gone. She did her best to be efficient and painless even if they were monsters.

It's not something she wants to return to, but she would. Even if it would cost her Winn—and she believes it would. She would kill to protect him. To protect Tyrion. The ones she cares about.

She squeezes his hand harder when she feels his rage come through. It's hard to not let the connection stir your own feelings.]

[Margaery flashes through his mind then, how helpless she is without the same things to protect her. Sansa, as well. Robb Stark could build armies out of sticks ...]

Yes, but it is our bogeymen that frighten us the most. Even when it is just a threat to the ones we love. [He murmurs, watching as she slices her way through political enemies. One by one, the blank look on her face squeezes his own heart and he holds her hand even tighter.

Rage would feed rage -- but he shakes it off. Love for her flashes through, love and a friendship he's never known and never wants to lose.]

You won't have to kill to protect us, Kitty. You won't lose me, at any rate.

[She stops along the quiet little path. It's not heavily trafficked this time of day and crouches down to hug him. It's far from their first hug, but it's an emotional one if only because of the way the connection is looping between them.

She's touched by his feelings for her and she returns them readily. There's no hidden agenda or betrayal lurking in her heart. Just a deep understanding made even more thorough right now.]

Let's just hope everyone's fathers stay away. [Tyrion's. Winn's. Even her own. She'd give almost anything to see him and her mom again, but they're at peace somewhere. They don't need to be drug into all this. And as easily as they could come they could be lost again and she can't lose them twice. She's been through a lot and come out the other side, but that's asking too much.

She feels a tear roll down her cheek. It's strange being able to cry again. For so long she thought that part of her was dried up. Dead. But the walls holding it back finally broke at the prison. It seems they're still down.]

I hope you're right. [She doesn't want to do those things again. She wants to protect, not destroy.] No bogeymen for us. [Who would hers be? Apocalypse? Sinister? Dark Beast? Sugarman? All horrible monsters in their own right. Certainly men she'd try to eliminated if they landed here. But they aren't the ones she really fears. They aren't the ones who compromised her personally. The ones she really wants to avoid are her husband and murderer, Piotr and her former lover and serial killer, Tyki.]

[He hugs her back just as tightly, feeling her understanding like he would feel a cool breeze on a stifling day, except it was his mind that was stifling with all these emotions and memories, and so many of them not his own.

He chuffed against her shoulder, exhaling slowly.] I think we can all agree that most of our fathers should be right where they belong. [In the grave - or in what Kitty would call Hell. He feels wetness on his shoulder and squeezes her tighter.]

I hope so too ... [The faces in her nightmares remind him of the White Walkers, and Piotr's face as it is twisted with rage makes his own protective urges flash upwards. Tyki gets a narrow-eyed glower.]

We're in this together, you know. This prison, this life.

[She takes a deep breath and nods against his shoulder.] I'm sorry. When I suggested this I thought it would be a little gentler with us. It's like I don't even know who we are. [Because of course it's like this—sharp and intense and deep. But there's also so much affection and protectiveness coming from each of them without deceit. That's something special and precious.]

[Now he lets out a wry laugh.] Kitty, for shame. Forgetting how broken we both are. [He gave her another long squeeze, feeling her love for him was like a balm to everything else.]

[She lifts a hand up, brushing her fingers through his hair as she hugs him.] My mistake.

If I didn't know better I'd say you like me. [She concentrates on those strong, positive feelings and lets the other bits fall away for now.]

[He sighs, resting his chin on her shoulder, drawing circles between her shoulder blades.]

Nonsense. I think you're an absolute brat. [And she is, but he loves her for it.]

You're not wrong. [She brushes back his hair and softly kisses his temple before pulling back to stand again.] Want to try some walking with our walk?

[He crooks a warm smile at her, before stepping back to squeeze her hand.] Yes, please.

It's not so bad now. [Pleasant actually. Warm. Affectionate.] It's funny how we ended up at the same Inn. You'll have to come over to our room for chess or something. Special three-way chess that we'll need to invent. [She can already picture Winn making her a special board without being asked. He's so sweet.]

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