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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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[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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