#xkitty

The girls were sitting around the table, dressed in their usual attire. Emma Frost liked to make sure her girls were well looked after and the sisters did have a taste for finer clothing. Of course, they were identical down to their cups as they all sipped at once and talked to each other. They all stopped when they saw the one and only, Kitty Pryde walk up. In their heads they were already sighing. “Good afternoon, Miss Pryde.” They all said at once.

@shcdowcxt

A typical morning fog hung over Gotham’s streets. The city bridge that reached across an almost sinister body of dark water below lost much of its fine Art Deco details within the grey mist. For a less than sunny start Quill took comfort in such a brisk chill. The damp clung at his shoulders, left him feeling closed in, but having spent much of his life floating through nothingness in a sardine can this sort of blank emptiness was a welcome setting. His mind seemed clear. A few joggers and bicyclists passed by without a word. Gotham city hadn’t been so quiet and peaceful until now. Both hands gripped around two hot cups of specially ordered coffees, Peter took sips from the shorter of the pair and anticipated his long awaited meeting with Kitty Pryde. No more games, hints, or distractions... and in the wake of the horrid events that took place at the political gala.

“Did you really come to meet me or just for the latte?” Quill smiled while handing the larger cup over to Pryde.