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Food Area




Walking out of the building with a plastic bowl of potato chips in one hand and a book with a plastic coated cover in the other Kevin does not look impressed. He sits at a picnic table and puts the bowl down in front of him. Truth be told Kevin didn't like most of the people that would be attending this function. Even the ones he didn't know he didn't like. The only reason he even came outside is because Bridgitte asked him to.

She said he needed to get out of the house more because when he was home he never really left their room or the lounge. He had originally said No and continued practising with a samurai sword and watching an instructional video. But she bribed him with a little something something later. Apparently he was allowed to do whatever he wanted. Wither someone if he wanted just don't let it be seen. She just wanted him out of the house and a little more social.

"She was right you know?"

"Oh shut it"

He takes a chip from the bowl in front of him and eats it..Funny thing is that most food Withers when it touches his lips. Potato chips don't must be the grease. He opens his sketch pad and flips through the pages. Most are drawings of The other x-men some of them decayed and some of them normal but a lot of them were a pointed eared purple elf he never even tried for. To him she was kind of the one that got away.

"Oh stop being so. You. Get out there and make some friends. Shake some hands. kiss some babies."

Taking a mechanical pencil out of his pocket he ignored the wither completely as he had learned to do over the years. He flipped to an empty page and started to draw. He was still irritated that he had to be out here with all these goody two shows has beens. He probably would have gotten his little something something anyway because his girl was a minx. But he decided to do it anyway. Maybe someone he actually liked would show up after all this function was for all mutants allies or foes.

Putting down his pencil he turns around and looks at the prospects. He shakes his head in disgust at the fact that even some of his fellow exiles seemed like merely shadows of former glory. He knew he probably was as well but he wanted something to happen. Someone to pick a fight. Just something interesting. The action he has been missing for years.

Seeing a few little girls running around. A small smile creeps across his face. Truth be told he would not let anyone know but Kevin liked kids. They were so innocent and oblivious to the world around them.

"Hey there."

Food and Seating Area

Where I will annoy you...
With my every waking breath...
Until you decide to wake up.

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Elliot Jaques Farrell hated being woken up in the morning unless there was coffee... this morning was not one of those sweet coffee filled days. He’d been kicked out of bed again by a certain fire mutant and replaced, to his hatred, with the stray dog he had somehow managed to pick up just a year after the first two strays turned up on his doorstep. As far as he was concerned now, staring at the mirror that hung on the back of their bedroom door and noting just how tired he looked, he was owed big time by Pyro. He could sleep (somewhat) soundly while he once again went to look after the small weeping girl sat in the room next to theirs. Closing the door just short of being shut behind him so Pyro could stay asleep with the damn dog, the fear mutant’s harsh features almost instantly softened, seeing Freya’s little face, her fears above her head like ghosts. It seemed odd to be trying to stop something he was so used to inflicting, but he had gotten used to soothing nightmares and walked over to her, picking her up and singing in his low, husky and soft voice. It didn’t take the young girl to feel safe, now hugging into her adopted father’s neck and the man sighed, looking towards the kitchen door and getting the simple but ever so calming thought of coffee.

Carefully he walked into the kitchen, child still in his arms as he flicked the kettle on, it making a gentle humming noise (he had made sure to purchase the quietest damn machine he could possibly find). Soothed by the promise of coffee and the sleeping girl in his arms Elliot relaxed, pouring at least four spoonfuls of sugar into his mug one handed. It certainly was a strange life he had stumbled into. During his new coffee break on the sofa, about an hour later, Elliot faintly caught the sound of the alarm clock going off in the room he had been so sadly thrown from before a bark. The damn mongrel came running towards him then, obviously wanting to hide from its other owner. He just sneered at it, “I don’t even like you mutt, get off.” giving it a bit of a push when it tried to lick him. The damn thing did seem to cheer up Freya though when she woke, and Elliot placed her on the settee. “Stay there okay? Daddy needs a shower and to check Mummy hasn’t set fire to the bedroom.” He petted his girl on the head as he whispered, and she chuckled.

The next hour was hard to cope with for Elliot. He was still irritated about being kicked out of his bed, and his shower had been cold. All things were going as he told the mongrel ‘Tits up’ over his second cup of sugar with some coffee in it – but at least he was dressed without much distraction (sadly) and ready and unburned this morning. It was this that actually spurred the fear mutant to keep quiet the rest of the morning, not getting under foot and waiting patiently for the taxi as he pretended to eat Freya’s hands (a little game they both enjoyed) as Pyro came out of their home and locked the door behind him. Obviously, the fear mutant was still half pouting about this morning, and he got into the taxi without a word – highly unlike him. He supposed it had happened more in the recent years; sometimes, when a kid was involved (even if it wasn’t yours) you had to stop being irritating and just try and calm down. On the way to the institute he did lean against the window, watching as it pulled up into view. The place that had rejected his want to be a teacher... He hoped Elle had ended up coming, or at least some of the Exiles that didn’t think he was out of his mind. The idea of it made him smile as he stepped out onto the grass.

So far it looked like there were only the X-lot. Oh goodie... Though, maybe this could be one of those days were he could actually behave himself and show off how ‘sane’ he was. He turned to Pyro and the daughter he was carrying, a bit of a wicked smirk across his face proving he was feeling better as they walked towards one of the benches. “You going to try not to burn anyone’s face off today?” A small tease, but nowhere near his usual level – maybe later... maybe when the fire mutant had actually shown him some kind of affection other than irritation. He knew Pyro didn’t actually love him, a partnership of convenience maybe? They had never actually said the words to anyone other than Freya. Never the less, Elliot could always feel those weird mushy feelings and it always felt better once he’d got one of those ‘I hate you now shut up’ kisses.

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FOOD AND SEATING AREA

Melissa had been looking forward to the little get together at the mansion. Partially because she really wanted to get out of the “Lewis Cave,” but mostly because she really wanted to see everyone again. She was sure they had all changed a lot, she knew she had. And not just considering her bra size—one of the perks of having kids apparently. Still, she wondered how most of her old school friends would react to knowing that she was the mother of Rudy's two children. She could already hear the jokes...

It was already weird being back at the mansion. She hadn't been back in what seemed like a century—although in reality it hadn't been that long. She had some really awesome times there. She had not taken much time to get ready for the event, though she still did get ready in her underwear, which always reminded her of the getting ready parties she and Ros had in their dorm room before going off and making use of her fake I.D.

And getting to the mansion was really no hassle for her, except for the hope that Jessie did not decide to make BDSM the word of the month—they didn't need a repeat of the time when she decided that she would call everyone a box licker everytime she met someone new.

With Rudy Jr. strapped to Missy's back, and the rest of her family close by so she could keep an eye, she ventured deeper into the mansion grounds. She would have rather Rudy wear the backpack since it was sort of adorable, but since he refused she conceded to wearing it. It didn't take long for her to notice a few of her old classmates. All of them looking extremely well. Her former roommate caught her eye almost instantly. The woman had aged so well, she was definitely the queen of cougar town. “Jessie, sweetie, go play with the other kids,”[b] she said, gesturing to Zach and Eliza's children who were running around. [b] “And leave Roslyn alone,” she said more to Rudy, who she wacked in the arm. He was the most terrible influence.

She quickened her pace a little and set the large diaper/ everything that may be needed bag down by Roslyn before opening her arms waiting for a hug. “Rossie, take me away from these people,” she whined only a little into the taller woman's bosom, mostly because little Rudy's sticky baby hands were entangled in her hair. She promptly lifted her head and giggled a little. “I've missed you!” she said honestly. She had always kept in touch with her best friend, but it wasn't always easy. Especially since Roslyn was off doing some badass stuff with Adelina last time she checked in. “How are things in the land of Ginger?”

She listened to her friend as she tugged her hair out of her son's hands, and apparently his mouth. She leaned in her bag and pulled out one of the teething rings she had packed, bending her arm awkwardly backwards to hand it to the baby strapped to her back.

It didn't take long for her to scan the rest of the area. She saw a few familiar faces, and a few not so familiar faces. She wondered how many she didn't recognize because they changed so much, and how many she just didn't know. It took her only a few minutes to suddenly recognize a tall, very handsome man. Her eyes widened, and she quickly walked over to him—well as quickly as she could with a heavy baby backpack. She waited until he was done yelling at the blonde girl close to him. “Alex?” she asked, looking for confirmation that it was her old gay boyfriend. She had not seen from him in so, so long. She hoped he recognized her, although she was sure he would.

 

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Somewhere beyond happiness, I need to calculate what creates my own madness

Michael's Limo

Today was going to be very interesting, he had been invited to a party to meet some old friends and foes. Well, friends was something he never quite cared for, the better term he would use is "Favourite toys". There was only three people he had ever cared for, his beautiful wife Noriko, his daughter Yukiko and...his beloved deceased daughter Alice. He sat in the limo with his family, staring at Alice's ring around his necklace between his fingers. Remembering the days when she was alive, his whole family was happy. Well they still were, but he felt a void in his heart without his youngest daughter. His family wasn't together, and he would give anything to bring her back. But back to matters at hand, he let go of the ring and questioned Noriko "Who do you think will be there?". He remembered the day he blew up Austin Texas, he took Nuclear energy from the Government by breaking into their facilities, and then used it to destroy the capital of Texas in one massive nuclear explosion. It was quite amusing really, although it wasn't random, he did it to force the Government into attacking mutants by using the Sentinels.

But putting those matters aside, he looked over at his daughter and with irritation, "You better keep that in your pocket while we're there. I don't want people staring at us because of your desire to text people you can talk to any day of the week at home." he told her. He watched out the window, cars past the limo, so many insignificant people, worth nothing to him. His family were the only ones that mattered, they were the only ones that were special or of any significance to him. His brother he rather watch suffer, after he takes his position as President. His brother was irritating, and he would die soon enough. He thought he had gotten rid of him those many years ago, but then he managed to make Ambrosia permanent, luckily Michael got his hands on Ambrosia as well.

Front Gate...

But finally, the limo arrived at the gates of the Institute, he remembered it from those many years ago when the x-Men kept him a prisoner for over a week with the intention of giving him to the police after getting information from him. Fortunely, the Exiles were there to steal Cerebro, allowing him to escape with them. The Limo drove through the gates, and stopped, the driver got out and opened Michaels door. He stepped out and spoke, "Thank you for the ride Mr. Roberts, here's a tip." he handed the man a hundred dollar bill. "I'll phone you when we need a ride back." he told the driver. The driver nodded and said "Thank you sir." before getting back in the limo.

"Very interesting indeed." he chuckled and talked to himself before turning back to his daughter. "Don't cause any trouble." he told her before turning his attention to his wife. "Shall we?"

And I'm addicted to your punishment, you're the master, and I'm waiting for disaster.

500 WORDS | TAG: AU people! | SETTING: Xavier's Institute
TEMPLATE BY KOHANA OF CAUTION 2.0 | LYRICS BY RASCAL FLATTS

Laying on a floating device in the pool Bobby looks relaxed and peaceful. He has a bottle of pepsi in the beverage holder and a magazine in his hands. The magazine lowers as he puts his hands down. His eyes gazing from behind his straw cowboy hat. His waterproof Omega watch starts to beep. He looks at his watch.

"Yikes. Time flies. Barbeque has already started."

As he started to paddle his way over to the side of the pool. Getting off of his floaty he grabed a towel off of the chair beside the one Percy is lounging on. He started to dry himself off. Then he leaned down and gave Percy a soft kiss on the cheek.

"Chow time sweetie."

The he got up and dropped his towel on her. He then scampered into the mansion somewhat hoping she'll chase him but kinda doubting it. He walked upstairs to his and Percy's room. Turning the knob he walked inside and changed out of his swim trunks into a nice pair of pale blue jeans, cowboy boots, and an olive green Beatles t-shirt. He then put his hat back on and walked over to his jacket.

Taking a deep breath and exhaling a gust of cold air which he has not done in a while he grabbed something out of his jacket pocket and put it into his pants pocket. Then he walked over and gazed out the window at everyone in the barbeque. He put up his arm and pressed it against the window then put his head on his arm.

With a slight smile he remembered years ago when he was a moody crazy kid. Now look where he is. Look where they all are. Dispite the rocky patches things seemed to have turned out alright. Just then his phone rings. He walked over to the bedside table and grabed his phone and answered it.

Its his work. The stock firm he works for. He talked on the phone for a few minutes. Then sat down on the bed.

"Sell."

He then hung up. He took off his hat so it didn't ruin and laid down on the bed for a moment. He had plans for this day and the deal he just made had made his plans infinitely better. He had just sold some of the stocks he owned at peak and made 50 million dollars. He laid there for a few minutes. Running through his head the way he wanted this day to go.

Some of the people downstairs he had not seen in a while. Some of them he wronged when he went black ice. He was nervous. But at the same time he was still Bobby Drake. The outgoing, wise cracking, iceman he always was. He'd just take it in stride. Once he could muster the courage to go down.

Pool Area

Percy had been enjoying the sun soaking into her skin. It was almost like being in the Mediterranean. She had always wanted to go there to see the sky blue waters and lounge on the beaches. That would wait though because she was needed here by someone important. Smiling, she opened her eyes behind her sunglasses seeing Bobby start to get out of the pool. It was already time to get ready. She was currently wearing the two piece that Bobby had picked out during one shopping trip. He loved to spoil her when he could and she enjoyed every minute of it. If only, her half-brother could see her now he would be pleased at how grown-up she had become.

As she picked up her love's towel, she glanced towards the memorial before heading into the mansion. She took her time though letting her thoughts linger on her deceased brother and her parents. She was just as much an orphan as her nephew was which is why she stayed at the mansion in the first place. She had never even thought of finding love with her mutation, but then she met Bobby and he had helped her out of her shell. It had been fun and romantic. Nothing that she would have ever changed if given the chance.

Mansion Dorms

The older woman stopped in the doorway looking at Bobby laying on the bed. "Are you seriously wearing the hat?" She smirked as she walked into the closet sliding on jean shorts and a tank over her bathing suit. Luckily, she hadn't been swimming so she wasn't wet. Besides, she would most likely go swimming again later with the kids. Percy noticed something was on her boyfriend's mind as she came back into the room running her fingers through her hair. Her sunglasses blocked him from seeing her eyes, but she could see everything. "Is something wrong, Bobby? You look...I don't know nervous. Is everything okay with the firm?" She had overheard his conversation with someone saying sell, but she didn't like being nosy so she hoped he would tell her what was happening.

They had promised each other to always be honest no matter what even in the harshest of times. Percy loved the man so much even if she wasn't married to him.

Pool Area

This was the day she was going to tell him. She had been putting it off too long and she knew he was probably getting suspicious. It had already been in the cards for him three times. She should have just let it be and believed it, but she had to go testing it. Tarot sighed as she walked out of the mansion with her sarong wrapped around her waist. Her stomach was at least still flat so no one would get suspicious yet unless the morning sickness hit.

Geeze, everyone and their brother had a kid. She guessed that she shouldn't have waited this long, but she had thought she was protecting the children by not having any. Now, she was starting to regret the decision to not have children as she saw the Gutherie girls and the Lewis girl running around the grounds. This was what their life could have been like sooner if they had been married earlier...or maybe she was just a coward and was afraid what happened to her would happen to her daughter. After these years, she still hadn't found her mother. It was like the woman never even existed. Her fingers tensed on the towel in her arms as she walked over to the pool sitting in one of the vacant chairs.

Today would be the day where Delano would get every wish that he ever made to come true. Sure, they had talked about kids, but they hadn't been serious discussions. Maybe a comment about how nice a baby's laughter would be or what their baby would look like if they had one. Tarot felt a wave of nausea seeing all the children knowing that in nine months she would have her own. She unfolded her towel revealing the velvet bag holding her cards. They stayed with her wherever she went. Delano was such a good husband; she hated to hide something this big from him, but she didn't know how he would react. Of course, the reaction would be good, but what if he was angry she had kept it a secret. Marie bit her lower lip deep in thought not paying attention to the beautiful rays of sun making her skin glow a bit...of course, that could have been the pregnancy glow.

Rafe's limo/outside


A long white stretch aston martin vantage pulls up running over a child's bicycle in the process. The Limo is just sitting there. Minutes go by. Its just sitting there. The american and presidential flags on the back of the car wave as it just sits there. 20 minutes go by. Then 30 minutes with the limo just sitting there. Then finally at 45 minutes there seems to be a stirring inside.

Inside the Limo Raphael Silvermaine was looking at his watch intently. focused on the hands as they ticked around the face. All of a sudden a girl's head raises from his lap.

"Nope. Not yet."

Pushing her head back down a gulp noise is heard. As he continues to watch his watch. In his other hand is what he always has in his other hand. Thats right. a glass of bourbon. He takes a long sip of the bourbon.

"And. Thats fashionably late enough."

As he pushes the girl away from him he slams back his drink and grabs his can. Then he opens his door. He gets a confused look on his face and closes the door. Then he opens the door again and closes it. He then lowers the driver's window.

"Uh...Roger...Something appears to be missing..."

The driver sighs as Rafe got his name wrong for the millionth time. He looks back at Rafe through the rear view mirror.

Matthew: What is it sir?

Rafe has a genuinely annoyed look on his face.

"Where is my music?"

Matthew: Sorry Sir.

Rafe opens the car door and steps out and hail to the chief starts blaring super loud over the P.A system attatched to the limo. He steps out of the limo and fixes his tie.

"Fucking idiot. No fucking respect."

Moving slightly back into his car he can hear his driver mutter the word asshole. He takes his cane and puts it through the window and around his driver's neck and pulls him back into the seat. This breaks his neck.

"Much better. One less moron in this world. Now where was I. Oh yes. My entrance."

Turning around he walks toward the building zipping up his fly as the girl in the limo exits the other door screaming. Rafe walks toward the entrance of the building swinging his cane whistling hail to the chief.

(Pool Area)

Lately it felt as if things were becoming awkward between him and Marie-Ange. For the life of him he was not sure what he had done to deserve it. Well with a party going on today he was determined not to let it get him down. No need to be blue when so many people were to show up and have fun. No one knew just how many were coming back for the shindig. Maybe his wife did through her cards but she wasn't going to say. Or at least no one seemed to have asked her.

Heading outside from the mansion, Delano went to the food station to grab a hotdog and loaded it with everything. Dressed in nothing but swim trunks he is ready for the pool and what other activities could go on. No need to be all dressed up when there is a pool around and it'll be too warm to just walk around all day long. Munching on his hotdog, he let his eyes wander around the area to see who all is around while watching the children play. He couldn't help but smile on the inside with seeing them run around. No reason to be bored here!

As soon as he is done eating he made his way over to the pool. Never a good idea to get food into the pool, so he had just stayed in one spot until finished. “If this goes well we should have more parties. It'd be a way to keep everyone in touch since most don't seem to bother,” he said to Tarot while sitting on the edge of the pool, letting his legs swish around in the water. “I just wish my brother and sister could of made it. You'd like them.”

He really wanted them to come but knew they had to deal with their mother. She had been going down hill fast as of late and he planned to go visit her in a couple of days. Maybe bring Tarot if she wanted to come. Suddenly he heard music being played out near the front drive way and he tilted his head to the side as he tried to place it. “Is... is that the president's music?” he asked, bemused.

Food and Seating Area

' glad you came !
THE SUN GOES DOWN, THE STARS COME OUT, AND ALL THAT COUNTS IS HERE AND NOW
MY UNIVERSE WILL NEVER BE THE SAME; I’M GLAD YOU CAME
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It felt only right that seeing as now his live in partner person (Pyro had never quite figured out just what Bell was to him, but it could range from saviour to annoyance depending on the situation) was a mutant who had control over fear of all thanks, then that aforementioned bed partner should be the one to deal with the kid when she woke up screaming un unholy hours in the morning from night terrors. For all he knew, they could actually be being caused by Belial himself (not intentionally though, Pyro wasn’t a fool and he had seen that adoration the fear mutant held for the delicate little girl in his eyes more so often that the idea of it not being there was just a figment of his very deranged imagination). Therefore, Belial should be the one to deal with it. It if meant that Pyro had to literally kick him out of the bed to do it, then so be it.

Such a thing had been a trial a first, because kicking the solid body out of his bed led to coldness and a lack of body heat that he still loved to indulge in (and probably always would), but then the dog had arrived and suddenly the fire mutant had lost all of the negative arguments for undertaking that action. A dog wasn’t a human, but it was warm. Pyro had honestly encouraged it to sleep on the bed since it had moved in (of its own accord, he was sure, because while the Mutt was never seen as anything other than ‘big’, something like intelligence lurked in those eyes) just so he could kick Belial out in the mornings and not feel bad about it himself. By this point it was a lovely little routine (though probably one Belial went and bitched about while making his coffee flavoured syrup).

Another reason for Belial being the perfect person to deal with Freya in the morning was the simple fact that Pyro still wasn’t a morning person. Having a child hadn’t really helped in that respect (actually, after the first six months where it had just been him, Pyro felt like the idea of early mornings had been forever tainted in his mind). He never fell back into a true state of sleep after kicking the fear mutant out, however, even when the bed was once again warmed by the very large, very solid (and very furry) body of the Mutt. He could doze, of course; not in a ‘deep sleep’ but still unconscious enough to utterly curse the alarm clock when it went off.

As usual, after the fumbling of switching the damn thing off, Pyro still wasn’t in what could be called a hurry to get up; taking his time over waking up and making sure his limbs were still in the right places (not that he really needed to – he did trust Belial more than he had trusted other people, much more, it was just a force of habit by this point), before rolling out of the bed with the usual swat in the Mutt’s direction when a big lolling tongue attempted to make him stay. He didn’t exactly like being licked in the face by a dog. The stench of the breath was just foul. “Get out of it, Mutt,” he muttered in place of a ‘good morning’ that someone else might have said, before getting to his feet and staggering towards the bathroom. While he still sucked at morning hours, it was no longer because of staying out all of the night before, or up all hours of the night either. And it didn’t result in something being burnt. That was always a plus.

The first person he actually said a proper good morning too was, of course, Freya. After the shower (which contained stupidly cold water until he had thoughtfully remembered to twiddle the knob in the right direction) and the attempt to get dressed in something not consisting of his usual ‘whatever was closest’ clothing choice (because he remembered, eventually, that today was a day that was going to be quite… either important or entertaining, but as of yet he still hadn’t worked out which), the next destination was the living room and the baby girl who still roused that feeling of warmth and love and pride and, admittedly, possession within the fire mutant whenever she smiled in his direction. He’d learnt though, that as happy as he was to see her, his language in the morning was not suitable for a child. So he settled for a kiss to her forehead and an inhalation of the lovely soft baby smell before taking the final steps to get ready. It still took quite a large chunk of an hour to complete, of course. Though if asked Pyro wouldn’t have been able to say where all the time had gone. But eventually they were in the taxi and moving away and the mutt was staring at them through the living room window and once again Pyro found himself mentally taking a step back and noting just how domestic this all was.

Perhaps it was because they were incredibly domestic now that Pyro found himself leaning over the stuffy interior of the taxi once seated to peck a quick kiss against Belial’s lips. Or perhaps it was something else entirely, he didn’t know. The pout had been too lovely to miss however. But then he sank back into his seat, fidgeting only slightly, and every two minutes or so brushing his finger against a pocket of his jeans just to make sure the metal lighter was really there. “I hate taxi’s,” he half muttered, half yawned, passing a hand through his hair (which really needed a cut, come to think of it), “They always have that smell, y’know. The ‘covering up something really unpleasant and not entirely succeeding’ smell. You don’t like it either, do you baby?” The last part was directed towards the little blonde haired figure of his daughter (their daughter, really, because Freya being ‘his’ alone was an incredibly daunting thought to consider). Of course she would agree. Freya, despite only being three and living with two mutants of questionable sanity, was smart.

Seeing the mansion again was…weird. Despite being a writer, Pyro would have been hard pressed to come up with another word to describe the sensations of the sight of the institute brought up within him. He hadn’t been back here since… well, of course since the last time he had been here, and really, one would have thought that he had gotten over it by now. Twenty years was a long time. Although some people didn’t really show it (and he had to include Belial in the ‘some people’ category, but as others already here caught his eye the size of the group was increased), he felt it. And though he wasn’t sure of how he felt about being back here, he still found himself tightening his arms around the (softly mumbling to herself) tiny figure of Freya as he collected her from the taxi as well.

“I can promise to try… is their hair still open though?” he inquired, quirking an eyebrow in the taller mutant’s direction. Really though, he hadn’t burnt anyone for quite a while. As long as Freya had been alive, at least. No, since the baby girl had been born he had been using his abilities to make fire butterflies and flowers and characters from the books she seemed to like the most. They were rather fun and cute; not the same as burning someone, but that had almost gotten old. And Freya had enough nightmares as it was without dealing with that part of Pyro’s habits. “They better not be irritating. I can’t promise anything if they’re irritating… Oh, hell, I actually recognise two of them…” Already. Damn it. Oh well, needs must, and he really had to introduce Freya to a BBQ now that she was old enough to possibly know what one was.

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