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capeandcowllogs2011-02-17 01:15 am
radiantly) wrote in capeandcowllogs2011-02-17 01:15 am
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Laugh until we think we'll die, barefoot on a summer night
WHO: Angelica Jones and Pietro Maximoff
WHERE: Their home in Brooklyn.
WHEN: Thursday morning, past 2am
WARNINGS: Hideousness?
SUMMARY: They're gonna talk and cuddle. So pretty much what they always do.
FORMAT: Paragraphasaurus
Angelica wasn't exactly the clingy type. She preferred to lick her wounds in private and put on the public face of serenity and strength, or cry alone in her shower when she was sure Pietro couldn't hear her, after Calvin had gone to bed. She didn't really want to talk about all the things that were bothering her, and she didn't want to ruin Pietro's expectations of a happy future with her just because she was suddenly ten months older, cancer-free, and unable to cope with the changes in her life between the start of the month and now.
Mostly she kept quiet about what had happened back home, spending the afternoons playing make believe with Calvin as a distraction. Her evenings were spent lying in bed with Pietro, in a tangled mess of limbs and sheets. She wanted to be near him, she wanted to be held and comforted, but she didn't want to talk about all the things that were troubling her. And she didn't want sex either. And while he was either too polite to speak up (hah!) or still too elated to have her back that he didn't care yet, Angelica knew that sooner or later her refusals would become a problem. Especially after all of the flowers and candies and presents he'd been spoiling her with.
The clock on their bedside table said 2:13. Angelica sat up in bed, turning to look at her sleeping fiance, drooling and sprawled out on the bed like he owned the thing. She smiled softly as she slipped away from him and into the private master bathroom, Leopold right on her heels. She quietly shut the door behind them, and after rifling through the cabinets for her bubble bath she started to fill up the bathtub. She loved Pietro, and she loved falling asleep in his arms and letting him dote on her, but she needed a chance to sort through her head without being cuddled to death. Silently she sank into the tub, orange and white kitten perched delicately on the edge beside her, watching his mistress soak.
WHERE: Their home in Brooklyn.
WHEN: Thursday morning, past 2am
WARNINGS: Hideousness?
SUMMARY: They're gonna talk and cuddle. So pretty much what they always do.
FORMAT: Paragraphasaurus
Angelica wasn't exactly the clingy type. She preferred to lick her wounds in private and put on the public face of serenity and strength, or cry alone in her shower when she was sure Pietro couldn't hear her, after Calvin had gone to bed. She didn't really want to talk about all the things that were bothering her, and she didn't want to ruin Pietro's expectations of a happy future with her just because she was suddenly ten months older, cancer-free, and unable to cope with the changes in her life between the start of the month and now.
Mostly she kept quiet about what had happened back home, spending the afternoons playing make believe with Calvin as a distraction. Her evenings were spent lying in bed with Pietro, in a tangled mess of limbs and sheets. She wanted to be near him, she wanted to be held and comforted, but she didn't want to talk about all the things that were troubling her. And she didn't want sex either. And while he was either too polite to speak up (hah!) or still too elated to have her back that he didn't care yet, Angelica knew that sooner or later her refusals would become a problem. Especially after all of the flowers and candies and presents he'd been spoiling her with.
The clock on their bedside table said 2:13. Angelica sat up in bed, turning to look at her sleeping fiance, drooling and sprawled out on the bed like he owned the thing. She smiled softly as she slipped away from him and into the private master bathroom, Leopold right on her heels. She quietly shut the door behind them, and after rifling through the cabinets for her bubble bath she started to fill up the bathtub. She loved Pietro, and she loved falling asleep in his arms and letting him dote on her, but she needed a chance to sort through her head without being cuddled to death. Silently she sank into the tub, orange and white kitten perched delicately on the edge beside her, watching his mistress soak.
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"There was once a boy who liked dinosaurs and spaceships. He built them out of cardboard and, when his parents would let him, clay..." It really would've been better to go back and hang his wet clothes so that they could dry out properly. But Angelica was right. He'd be up in a few hours anyway, and inching up next to her on the bed seemed better immediately with every passing second. "Building all of these things required lots of energy, so when the boy got home from school, he ate his dinner, and usually went to sleep within a few hours... -- Are you really going to sleep like that?"
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"Huh? You mean...?" Angie yawned again, stretching out a bit. The towel was still damp, and she was a bit chilly, but it really did seem like a wasted effort to get all the way out of bed and changed into bed clothes. She was already so comfortable, and all Pietro had to do to warm her up was hold her close. But then again, that would no doubt lead to him desiring other activities, and that was not something Angelica wanted to deal with at four in the morning. "I was going to, but if that's a problem for you..."