theothermanofsteel: (sketching under the sky (with Logan))
[personal profile] theothermanofsteel
Piotr is painting.

This means his attention is pretty thoroughly occupied by weighty considerations like whether this shading needs more red in it. (Yes. Maybe. Or if he... Yes, more red.)

It also means there's paint all over his hands. He's managed to keep it clear of his t-shirt, but that might not last. This is why Piotr paints in t-shirts he doesn't care about.

Date: 2010-09-22 06:14 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] prydeful
Someday she should remind Piotr of the concept of a drop cloth, she thinks idly as she shifts for what feels like the twentieth time in the past ten minutes, trying to get comfortable as she works on debugging yet another program for the new security system.

It's not that he's messy. (Except for himself. And her hair, sometimes. And clothing. Generally, that's due to her being impatient, though.) And it's not that he never uses one.

It's more that she's been thinking about every incident with children possible, since baby-proofing even their own rooms in the mansion seems like an impossible task. And somehow--call her crazy--she suspects any paint, even the slightest bit, that gets on the floor will magically multiply and spread until it covers every object they own with tiny, infant-sized handprints.

"What're you working on now?" Kate asks eventually, giving up on finding a way to work on her laptop and be comfortable; the laptop's shoved slightly aside, as she grimaces and rolls more to her back.
Edited Date: 2010-09-22 06:29 am (UTC)

Date: 2010-09-22 06:50 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (Artist)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
It's possible that one of the empty rooms in the mansion will get turned into a studio where little children are not allowed to be, and sooner rather than later. (There are so many empty rooms.)

Of course, it's also possible that the infant-sized handprints will somehow manage to happen anyway. Children are very ingenious.


"Oh. It is..."

A picture in his head right now. Words are hard for this; he thinks about paintings in colors and images and brushstrokes and ideas.

"This," he opts for, and indicates the sketch stuck up near the top of the easel. "All colors, and light."

That clarification is because the sketch is in pencil, and right now his canvas is mostly background work in broad sprawling shapes.

Date: 2010-09-22 06:58 am (UTC)
prydeful: (Thinking)
From: [personal profile] prydeful
She goes to prop herself up to see it more clearly before wincing and deciding that's a bad idea.

The minute the collar came off, the nausea was gone--and she's kind of loving the fact that morning sickness doesn't seem to be hitting her.

Back pain and heartburn, though? Those are not thrilling her.

Still, she can see well enough. "S'pretty," she says, though she is not at all biased, of course, when it comes to Piotr. "...And red."

Well, it is! At this stage!

So shoot her, she's not having the best day, and she's coping pretty well with it. She's not at her most eloquent.

"But pretty!" That's added hastily again, with more emphasis, and a grin that's cut off in a grimace. A moment later it switches to a puzzled frown as she finally looks down at her stomach.

"--Hey, Piotr? I didn't, like, flail all night in my sleep or something, did I?" She's pretty sure that's not it; her sleep, and she's willing to bet she has Someone to thank for this, has been wonderful since the collar's been off. Even the nights she shifted about some, it's been minor.

Date: 2010-09-22 07:06 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (confused but probably game)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
Piotr blinks at her, attention pulled a little more from the painting.


Kate is grimacing; Piotr is frowning, just a little.

"I noticed nothing."

And he's not that sound a sleeper.

Date: 2010-09-22 07:13 am (UTC)
prydeful: (the thing is you never get away)
From: [personal profile] prydeful
"Yeah, I didn't think so."

She looks more perplexed now than anything else.

Something is bothering her. Her eyes are half-lidded, as she slows her breathing and starts to go through techniques to tune out the various and sundry--and oh so many, which she still has to work to ignore, though she won't bring that up--sensations, one at a time, as she identifies each one and makes sure that's not what's bothering her.

"Something's different, though. --And don't freak out, I said different, I didn't say bad. I don't...I don't think it's bad. Just--I can't get comfortable."

Which she's muttered about from time to time, but never with this puzzled tone before.

It's not her back, and she keeps shifting like it was, she realizes--okay, that's why she hasn't made it better, but--


You. It's you.

"--Petey? C'mere."

Date: 2010-09-22 07:20 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (um. hi?)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
Is something wrong? She doesn't sound it, quite, but--

He's no less confused, and a little worried no matter what she says.

But he immediately sets down his brush and comes obediently over. (Absently, he tries to clean the worst of the wet paint off his fingers. It only sort of works.)

Date: 2010-09-22 07:25 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] prydeful
She's pretty sure the answer to that is a big no.

She thinks.

She's also not too worried about the paint, though she flips her shirt--not maternity, but only because it's an oversized Cubs shirt, and yes, she really needs to stop going through the few items she owns that fit now and break down and buy maternity clothing, shut up--before reaching for his hand.

And gently putting it on her stomach, eyes still half-shut and breathing slow as she continues the techniques Logan taught her a long time ago, a little amazed in the back of her head she's using them this way. For this. For this.

"By your fingertips. Wait. Just wait and--there."

She knows it isn't enough that it justifies the discomfort she's felt--if she were human.

But she's not, and she hasn't phased in oh so long, and--and.

All right. Maybe that conversation needs to be had now.

But first--first.

"There," she murmurs, more softly, eyes opening to look at Piotr, as she feels the flutter and shift of movement again.

You're as active as your mama and daddy, little girl, aren't you? You want to be moving just like me. That's what I didn't realize.

Date: 2010-09-26 03:57 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (relaxation time)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
He felt --

He's not sure if he felt that little flutter or if he only imagined it, between Kate's words and his own sudden hopes.

But maybe. Maybe.

And Kate did.

His face is soft, shining and awed. He spreads his hand against her stomach, so gently, and leans in to kiss the corner of her mouth lightly.

"She is moving. Little girl."

Date: 2010-09-26 04:05 am (UTC)
prydeful: (Wanted Most)
From: [personal profile] prydeful
To her, it's impossible to ignore--it was before, and more so now that she's identified what the sensation she's never had before is--and she's...


That talk can't be put off any more, she knows.

Or at least not for even hours, but--

A few minutes, at least. Because Piotr's face right now makes her want to laugh and cry at the same time.

"All over the place, yeah. There's too much--background noise," she says, waving a hand briefly, vaguely, in hopes that explains what she means, "with feeling, and I didn't--I didn't realize what it was until she kept it up enough," and her voice becomes dry, "to force my attention her way.

"I suspect this is going to happen a lot."
But she's smiling widely as she brushes her mouth against his again, softly.

"She's restless."

She's projecting? the narration asks, meaning a different she entirely?

Possibly, but as it's Kate's daughter, both are capable of being true.

Date: 2010-09-26 04:33 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (relaxation time)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
He is aware that this is going to get very, very wearing for Kate (and thus for him, if less so) long before nine months are up.

He can't really care now, though.


"She is like her mama. She wants to move."

Let us hope she's not also like her papa, and strong.

Date: 2010-09-26 04:40 am (UTC)
prydeful: (comforting man)
From: [personal profile] prydeful
Yeah, Kate's had that terrifying thought already.

Let's hope she doesn't have her mama's kicks, at least--she'll be grateful for that alone.

"Cause you're never restless," Kate says dryly, and then shifts a little again. "Sit with me? I wanna see if you feel her move without me telling you."

For a couple reasons.

"...She's going to exhaust us in ways bad guys never have, isn't she?"

Date: 2010-09-26 05:45 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (yeah well)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
"Maybe not?" Piotr offers weakly.

"...Da. She is. But we have many friends we can make look after her for a little while too. The bad guys are very persistant."

You cling to that dream of babysitters, Petey.

While he's saying this, he's settling onto the bed, and shifting carefully over. If there's an easy way to be Kate's backrest, that seems the most comfortable for all right now.

(And it lets him keep a hand on her stomach.)

Date: 2010-09-26 05:56 am (UTC)
prydeful: (hold me close)
From: [personal profile] prydeful
"...So which of us is going to start building up the blackmail file to get those babysitters to not run and hide?" she says dryly.

It is possible Kate has just developed a secondary mutation and is reading Piotr's mind; it is also possible that having known him over a decade, she can do it in her own way without actual telepathy. Either way, she's shifting into his lap, awkwardly and with a wince when the blanket shifts under her hand, once he seems comfortable.

"Sometimes, I can't remember why I put up with dating a giant," she muses, settling both of his arms more firmly about her and resting her head lightly on his chest. "And then I remember that it means I get this. Totally worth it. Even if I'm pretty sure I'm going to develop a permanent crick in my neck."

Height differences, when extreme, can have annoyances.

But still: totally worth it.

Especially with moments like this.

"Man. Now I know why I'm tired all the time. Apparently she's stolen every amount of energy I might have had to make her displeasure at the size of her accommodations known."
Edited Date: 2010-09-26 05:59 am (UTC)

Date: 2010-09-26 07:01 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (those simple moments of peace)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
"You do not already have a file?"

You disappoint him, genius hacker Katya.

He kisses her hair lightly anyway, and politely does not point out that it's just as much her fault for being tiny. Neck-aches all around! (And completely worth it all around.)

Date: 2010-09-26 10:53 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] prydeful
"Well. If I did, it could use updating, which is not saying I do," she replies lightly.

SHE is not the unusually tall giant! Many people are her height! Kate feels this is important to make clear.


(She does neckrubs in turn, so it is likely neither of them will complain much.)

She's still smiling, but it fades, a little, as she thinks, realizes that now she's having more trouble ignoring the sensations as their daughter moves about, and it's a conscious act to not begin to gnaw at her lip.

"I know she's not moving--it's not like she's a soccer star in there, or jumping around. I know that," she says after a few moments, slowly. "But it feels like she is."
Edited Date: 2010-09-26 10:54 pm (UTC)

Date: 2010-09-29 04:02 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (those simple moments of peace)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
He's been focusing, most of his attention on his palms against her skin and every bit of motion that might possibly flutter against them.

He doesn't really feel anything.

But that's through skin, and that's different. And he's not Kate, which is different too; he has big farmer's hands, and she has always paid great attention to what she's feeling and what she's phasing through. Or what she isn't.

He moves his head a little against hers, listening, and says nothing yet.

Date: 2010-09-29 04:07 am (UTC)
prydeful: (hold me close)
From: [personal profile] prydeful


Now's probably the right time. If not when she wants to (at all).

She sighs and rubs her thumb along the back of his hand, slowly, eyes focused on both of their hands and mind focused on saying this best she can.

"I'm...I've been thinking," she says finally, slowly, "about what happens after she's born, and I'm...I'm a little--concerned, I guess."
Edited Date: 2010-09-29 04:14 am (UTC)

Date: 2010-09-29 04:27 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (kinda serious)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
When she's born, they will have a newborn baby in the mansion and in their lives, keeping them awake and demanding food and attention, and that will be an upheaval for everything. Babies always are.

But he's pretty sure that's not what she means.


Date: 2010-09-29 04:35 am (UTC)
prydeful: (i'll think of something)
From: [personal profile] prydeful
She's biting the thumbnail on her other hand now.

"You saw me after I was in prison, Piotr," is all she says for the moment, because it's the only way she can think of saying anything at all.

Date: 2010-09-29 04:46 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (hold me)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
He has been carefully not thinking about that. (Except, of course, when he thinks about it anyway. He did see her then; memories, and worries, are hard to avoid.)

His arms --

don't tighten around her, even if he wants them to, because more touch is not the right response to that.

Softly, "Is it so bad?"

Date: 2010-09-29 04:49 am (UTC)
prydeful: (i'll think of something)
From: [personal profile] prydeful
She sighs a little, trying to find words in any language to explain what it is, and curses the fact that phasing is not as common a power as telepathy.

There might exist words, if it were.

"It's...Dream helps. But the longer it is, the more I notice it, and it--it's not painful, but it grates," Kate says finally, clutching at the air with one hand for a moment like somehow that will convey what she means. "The longer I don't, the more I want to phase.

"The longer I don't, the farther I want to phase when I can," she says, after a brief pause, and whatever Logan said--

It feels weak to admit to that.

Date: 2010-09-29 05:08 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (things we know and things we learn)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
He doesn't know what it feels like. Not that; not really. Their powers are very different.

But he knows what it is to feel penned in. Even if this was her own choice, even if she's among friends and loved ones, it's still nine months of a control so tight she had to use a Genoshan collar for weeks to make sure. It's -- enough to guess from.

He wants to kiss her hair, to hold her closer; he breathes out, instead.

"How far?"

Date: 2010-09-29 06:56 am (UTC)
prydeful: (hair and shoulder)
From: [personal profile] prydeful
She curses the Marauders all over again; maybe, maybe, if she'd never been hit--

No maybes.

"Enough," she says steadily, forcing it to be even and quiet and only that, "that I'm mentioning it to you instead of saying nothing."

Which doesn't say it all--but says a lot.

Kate squeezes his hand with hers, though, lifts her head enough to turn it, to rest her cheek against his chest, gaze unblinking and fixed on the window.

"I don't control it that well, Piotr. If I did, I wouldn't need Dream for help. If I did--if I did, we'd know more about--about my mind, about why it's split up in different dimensions..." Kate trails off, realizing that part of her is trying to address this logically, to distance them both--

And she can't.

So instead she closes her eyes and then murmurs, tiredly, "Far enough, Piotr. And too far."

Date: 2011-01-09 05:23 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (things we know and things we learn)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
He doesn't know what that means. Not really.

Or he does -- he has ideas, enough to go from, whether he likes the notion or not -- but not exactly, and that's something that matters here.

He does kiss her hair, this time, light as a breath.

After a moment, low, "Can I help you?"

The other half of that question is: what does this mean, for us, for the baby?

Date: 2011-01-09 05:33 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] prydeful
"You help me," she says, immediately, emphatically, and her grip on his hand is hard and firm.

"You do. So shut up and don't ask that again. Because you do. I just. I can't--I can't keep it all--I'm scared," is what comes out, and she hates that she let it.

So she buries her face in his neck and doesn't say anything more at all for a few moments, and then adds, softly, "Nothing--nothing will happen till after that baby is born. Nothing. And then--and then Logan said he'd phase with me. And that means it'll all be okay, because Logan always comes back. It'll be fine."

It is possible the babble she fights so hard to get rid of has returned full-force.

Date: 2011-01-09 05:40 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (hold me when i wake)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
It's possible.

But somehow, it's reassuring anyway.

He wraps his arms around her a little tighter anyway -- maybe it's not the right reaction, here and now, in this conversation about phasing and touch, but she's clinging closer and he can't quite help it -- and rests his head against the top of hers.

"All right," he says softly.

"I trust you, my Katya."

Because he does.

Even if he's still worried.

Date: 2011-01-09 05:48 am (UTC)
prydeful: (i'll think of something)
From: [personal profile] prydeful
"Why?" she asks after a moment, quietly, without lifting her face from his neck.

Date: 2011-01-09 06:09 am (UTC)
steelartisan: (got one constant in this weary world)
From: [personal profile] steelartisan
There are so many reasons.

And Piotr has never been good with words, in any language. So it takes him a moment to find any.

"You are Katya."

That's the simplest; the one that encompasses them all.

"You are strong and determined and stubborn. You fight for things. When you love someone, that is when you fight the hardest, and you love so much."

"I know that if you say you'll come back, you will."

And he trusts Logan, too, but -- this is the one that matters more.

Date: 2011-01-09 06:12 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] prydeful
It was easier, before, hwen it was two instead of three.

It was easier, but it was also more miserable.

So she breathes for a moment and then looks up at him, holding his gaze.

"I promise, you and her both. I'll come back," Kate says, and only that.

And promises herself she'll keep it.


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