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Filius Est Pars Patris

Dec 27, 2011 12:04

Characters: Charles and Pietro
Date & Time: December 27th, early afternoon
Setting: The living room
Summary: In which artifacts provoke conversations and gypsies are not deft at subtlety.
Rating: PG-ish
Status: Charlie boy and Pietro

( It is the unexpected discovery which sets us on meaningful paths )

charles xavier, pietro maximoff

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swiftargyros December 28 2011, 00:12:36 UTC

As they always did when Charles guessed right (which was every time, evenn when Pietro cheated and thought of something new halfway through), Pietro`s eyes sparkled as he nodded his assent. Contrary to popular belief and children`s stories, divining thoughts wasn`t a gift that the Roma possessed. They pretended to tell fortunes sometimes, conning gullible foreigners out of their pocket money, but in truth such things were merely games with them. There was nothing of substance behind the supposed mysticism. The Professor`s ability to genuinely pluck things from the mental plane was just as alluring to Pietro as a gypsy maid with a glass ball was to tourists. Had he been in the tinker cap in Serbia, the telepath would have been a veritable celebrity ( ... )

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swiftargyros December 28 2011, 02:15:15 UTC

There was something so very gentle in the telepath's expression, like the first tentative bloom of a cherry tree in spring, that Pietro almost had to look away for fear of treading on the precious glimmer. A quiet sort of happiness hummed in his chest, pleasure at having been able to deliver such a welcome parcel. The messenger was only responsible for the safe delivery, of course, but it was nonetheless gratifying to be able to play some small part in a scene of such nostalgic satisfaction.

"X for Xavier," Pietro clucked. Of course, how had he not put that together? It wasn't as though there were a great many surnames that began with the letter and even fewer who would have lived here and owned a personalized time piece.

At any rate, now it did belong to Charles. That was a kind magic, too, the passing of a father's item to his son. There was alchemy in blood and inheritance. The Serbian shrugged off the thanks indelicately, waving a hand at Charles in gentle denial. He certainly couldn't take any credit ( ... )

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