Kit's Compendium

So calm in her presence, a very subdued and contented Pietro lay against Alice, listening to her talk. But at this comment, his eyes opened and his brow furrowed softly. “You are living, Alice,” he said softly. “You don’t have to be alive to live. This is living right now. You are experiencing life. Is just the same as anybody else does it.” Just because she wasn’t technically a living being didn’t mean she wasn’t having experiences, learning, and sharing... just like he was. Just like anyone else. “Is there something else you want? Something you feel you haven’t experienced yet?” he asked, wanting to help her have the best life experience she could.

“I wish to die.” Realizing what she said had an alarmingly morbid tone, she held up a hand to stall his response. “Eventually.” She sat up to face him as well. “I have witnessed the lives of many mortal creatures, whose lifespans varied greatly. I have come to... dread, being alone, left behind when others have gone on where I cannot. Even Miss Kettu’s people who hold the superstition of reincarnation, which is hopeless to me. I have no soul. When all others are gone, I will be alone and eventually, I will simply be no more.” While she was not one to employ mannerisms of fear or worry very often, her hands gripped the cover and her gaze stayed low.

“I will be okay, I promise. It will be safe lightning chasing.” He chuckled a little, not knowing how exactly to make it safe. “Maybe I don’t chase actual lightning, but I look up how fast it goes and then try to beat it. Is better, no? Safer? Don’t worry.” Pietro went to Alice and rubbed her back, kissing her temple. “I would never want to wound you, emotionally or otherwise.”

Her attention drifted for a moment again, and the passive smile she often wore faded as her face became expressionless. Alice has yet to master sorrowful expressions unless actively attempting to display them, rather she would go blank.

I NEED SOMETHING THAT CAN DEAL A JAGGED THRUSTING WOUND AS WELL AS SLASHING DAMAGE

Yard implements do wonders.

“Watch,” he said then as he tipped up his glass one more time, taking in a mouthful of scotch. Swishing it around a bit in his mouth, he finally swallowed before concluding with an Ahhhhh. “That… is how you drink alcohol. Not like some kind of… booze barbarian,” he said playfully. “That comes much later when things like judgment are thrown out the window in an inebriated haze. It’s a process. You gotta respect the process. No skipping steps.” Of course, having said that, Tony downed what remained in his glass rather unceremoniously before refilling it again.

“Yeah, foxy gets a bit overbearing at times. ‘Eva that’s not safe’ or ‘Eva don’t put that in your mouth you don’t know where he’s been’. Absolute killjoy at times. But you can’t beat her medicines, even now.” She shrugged one shoulder and took another swallow, slowly savoring it before she let it burn its way down her throat. “What I cant figure, though, is why you let her stay here. I mean now she’s involved with your android friend, but before that. This isn’t really her scene, but she can’t help but help y’all. Especially with Steve being involved. Old friends. But grapevine says you and boy wonder don’t play nice. So what gives?”

“Well, that depends,” Tony said, already pouring another drink. “Are you one of that little fox’s weird interdimensional friends or a drunken delusion? I can work with either, but... one means I’m well on the way to Sloshed Town while the other means I’m probably gonna need to pick up the pace.” Pouring out some scotch, he replaced the top of the decanter and set it aside. “You want something? I swear I don’t know why I bother stocking the bar in this place, nobody ever uses it but me. Buncha... ungrateful under-achievers with no regard for the finer arts of alcoholism...” he grumbled. “Seriously, help yourself. If I drink alone they call me self-destructive and make me sit through boring conversations about feelings,” he said, shuddering in melodramatic fashion, “but if I drink with you, suddenly I’m a normal socializing adult!” he said in a rather animated style and with a big grin, sipping his drink.

“Tell me when the real drinking starts.”

Pietro got up out of the bed anyway. “I don’t have to listen to you. You’re not my sister. You’re not Maman. I am done with this bed,” he said, pointing emphatically at it. “I need to move... so I’m moving.” He then went to walk past Ren defiantly, not quite sure if he could - or should - use his speed yet. He knew he shouldn’t be out of bed yet with ten bullet wounds that were still healing, even after two months of lying in bed, but if he stayed in that bed one more minute, he felt like he was going to lose his mind...

“About three days,” Pietro said, blinking his dry, red eyes lethargically. “Why?” He didn’t want to have to admit to her that he was purposefully staying awake to avoid nightmares. The way he saw it, she couldn’t do anything to help anyway. No one could. She’d either try to help or tell Wanda or Kettu and then everybody would be worried and fussing over him. No, he would just stay awake as long as he could. Nightmares couldn’t find him if he didn’t sleep at all...

She set forth into putting her new plan into motion. Stepping close, the doll gently wrapped her arms around him, holding him and snuggling against his side. “Let me stay with you then. I do not think you should be alone now. Have you eaten yet? Miss Kettu did leave sustenance in the ice box for you.”

“at least let me clean the wound!” “you’ll be even worse off if you don’t let me bandage this.” “i really think you need to see a doctor.” “i made you some soup, and i’m going to sit here until you eat it. i can wait.” “your feelings matter too! i can’t help you if i don’t even know what’s making you upset!” “..i’m here if you need anything, okay?” “stop trying to push yourself! you can’t do this on your own!” “listen, i know you don’t want to, but.. maybe you should rest for a while. you’re not going to get anywhere like this.” “i’ll make you a deal: i’ll just get you some bandages, and nothing else, and you stop making a fuss over it.” “how long has it last been since you slept?” “have you even been taking your medicine?” “i know you think you have to get through this by yourself, but you have people here to help you.” “let me take care of you, for once.” “you’re gonna hurt yourself even more if you do stupid things like that!” “i hate to break it to you, but you’re not supposed to do any strenuous physical activity for the next couple weeks, and if i have to personally make sure you don’t every waking hour of the day then i’m fully prepared to do that.” “it’s okay to cry in front of me, you know. you don’t have to carry this alone.” “stop trying to act like you’re not bleeding out in front of me!! this is serious!” “listen, asshole. i’m gonna carry you home whether you like it or not. you’re not in any condition to get there yourself.” “oh my god, why didn’t you tell me it was this bad?!”

👄 Pull my muse onto the bed

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2) how the fuck did he not kick out any windows that's the most impressive part of the whole video.

[ rose petals ]  to throw a handful of rose petals over my muse.

“Yes, you… you silly sexy man…” Wanda said, unable to keep from giving Ren an obvious case of bedroom eyes.

He spoke no words, but held out one hand to her.

Wanda eagerly offered her hand, which she didn’t do for just anyone. She was protective of her hands, but Ren could hold them anytime he wished. Her smile grew into a grin as she gazed into his eyes, finding them so beautiful.

“I will love you to my last breath and beyond, Wanda.” He swore to her, leaning down to brush a kiss at her hairline.

“It means you are everything that a pastry is… but… on a metaphorical level. Not literally like someone wants to take a bite out of you, but just… hmm…” Pietro tried to explain. “Eating pastries makes humans happy because they’re sweet and good, so… if you are cinnamon roll, you too are sweet and good, not in the pastry sense, but because of your personality. It is basically meaning you are loved and valued, heh. Just take it that way and you’ll be fine.”

“By saying this, does this mean that you love me? Or you wish to perform oral sex?” She was still quite confused.

“Yes. Both. Why not?” he said. He liked Alice, and if she was going to always be so straightforward and honest, then he ought to be too.

She stared at him for a moment before she looked down his body in a rather clearly analyzing way. “Very well. You are my preferred biologic. However I have no experience nor programming files to access for sexual activities. I will have to... learn as I go.”

“Yes, you… you silly sexy man…” Wanda said, unable to keep from giving Ren an obvious case of bedroom eyes.

He spoke no words, but held out one hand to her.

Wanda eagerly offered her hand, which she didn’t do for just anyone. She was protective of her hands, but Ren could hold them anytime he wished. Her smile grew into a grin as she gazed into his eyes, finding them so beautiful.