Cersei and Pietro; Backdated to May 1st
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om_mainPietro comes to Cersei's rescue.
Class had been dismissed for a few minutes but one student remained, closing a gold compact before slipping out of her seat and gathering her supplies. The trek back to her room was not a long one but it was beneath a girl of Cersei's status to put forth anything less than perfection when in the presence of others. Her makeup and hair were now flawless and with a polite-but-distant smile in place, she shifted her bag onto her shoulder and headed on her way.
Just as she walked through the door, the high heel of her McQueen slingbacks caught on an extension cord that had been kicked out of place by a fellow student in their rush to escape the confines of the classroom but a quick grab for the wooden frame kept the blonde on her feet.
Her recovery was only partially successful, however. Yes, Cersei had saved herself from toppling but in losing her balance and struggling to regain it, her grasp slipped on her phone.
"Merde," she growled as the piece of technology tumbled toward the floor.
Pietro had pegged the new-ish blonde for the cold hearted snake type as soon as she'd appeared on the scene at Xavier's, but never let it be said he'd pass up an opportunity for curiosity when it presented itself. When he saw her phone plummeting in slow mo, he zipped to rescue it before it was halfway to the ground--just as she was finishing some creative swearing.
There he stood, ripped skinny jeans and Rizzle Kicks tank top, "FUCK" earring and plaid Chuck Taylors... holding out her phone. "Love the shoes," was all he said--brightly.
"Oh! Merci!" Cersei practically squealed as she took the phone back and hugged it tight to her chest, making it clear her gratitude was in fact for the rescue and not the compliment. She gave a relieved sigh then flashed a dazzling grin at the older student. "Thank you. I am expecting a call soon from my brother and I could not even pretend to know what he would do if I did not answer." Jaime being the more impulse of the two, Cersei would suspect jumping on the first flight to New York wasn't out of the realm of possibility. And while she was certainly not against seeing him, his white knight routine would be best saved for an actual emergency rather than just a broken phone.
Pietro smiled a little. Okay, she was probably a cold hearted snake, but still--missing twin got her major sympathy points. "Sounds familiar. Twin brothers are fun like that. Are you older or is he?"
"I am, though, not by much." A glance at the phone proved there to be no damage whatsoever and Cersei huffed another small, relieved sigh before turning her smile to the speedster once more. "You belong with one are one of the other sets here, yes? Piotr, is it?"
"Piotr would make more sense with the last name, but no, it's Pietro," he reported, amused--but not meanly so!--at her relief over the phone. "And yeah--I'm the baby brother by minutes. Wanda's my sister. She wasn't here in the beginning, either. Sucked."
She nodded once. "Then you can understand how... unbalancing it is. Jaime and I have never been this far apart for this long." The longing she felt was clear in his expression but Cersei made no attempt to hide it this time. Not with a fellow twin. "I am stilling holding onto the hope that he will join me here, but each day it's becoming more difficult."
Pietro shifted his weight to pop one hip and shoved his hands into his pockets--not that they'd get in there so far, as tight as he wore, them, but close enough. He wasn't uncomfortable talking about it or anything, it was just total sympathy pain. "Same happened with us; I was--not myself until she came, pretty much. Good news is that if this place is any indication, mutant twins seems to be a thing."
"Then, I will continue to believe he will enroll in the school someday soon," she replied with as much enthusiasm as she could muster. It was waning, though. Every day, every hour, every minute it was getting harder and harder to be separated from her other half. "Until then, I suppose I will have to be content with phone calls and emails."
Pietro fell into step with her as they started down the hall again, considering his options silently. He guessed he would've thought Betsy was a high-powered potentially evil type if not for the missing twin bonding, and now look where they were. So what the hell. He felt for the girl, okay? "Not trying to play Missing Twin Olympics here, but I really get you. Wanda--our father was trying to make sure no one could find her while she worked on her powers, so our contact was super limited. Like, no emails or calls, just the occasional letter if it could get there securely.
"It was pretty much hell. So. You feel the need to bitch about it--you know where to find a sympathetic ear. I'm not, like generally sympathetic, but when it comes to that..."
"Your father sounds as if he would be great friends with my own," Cersei replied, dark humor lacing her words as they walked. "Only mine would be less concerned with my safety and more about my current condition smearing Jaime's reputation. He learned long ago, however, that trying to put too much distance between us is an exercise in futility so he allows us our communication." A man like Tywin Lannister knew how to pick his battles and which ones were lost before they had even been begun.
One arm snaked out and hooked around his elbow, pulling them a bit closer. A bold move, yes, but in that moment, Cersei didn't care. She missed the comforting presence of her twin to the point of near physical ache - so this other boy, one who claimed to know her pain, would have to serve as a poor substitute until they parted ways. "I appreciate your offer to listen to my pathetic complaints of missing Jaime, Pietro. I shall try not to abuse it too often."
Pietro covered the hand on his arm with his own, relieved he'd read the situation right. Rich popular people still put him on edge, occasionally, in spite of what he recognized as newfound self-esteem. (Thanks, Remy.) She didn't seem the touchy type, so he took it for what it was. "And I can try and offer distraction, when you get tired of that. I'm really good with distraction."
"Are you?" she asked, strolling arm in arm with him as she would one of her cousins back home through one of the gardens or market. "And what sort of distraction might that be?"
He smirked a little--but she struck him as kinda young to be flirting with, in spite of her grown-up bearing and couture, so yeah. "Well, I work at the local record shop, so I'm always good for new music. My sister and I are fond of impromptu dance parties.
"And I'd be remiss if I didn't mention that I'm generally considered to be a prime purveyor of poor life choices in these parts."
Cersei laughed, a polite little chuckle that was neither too loud nor too fake. "Poor life choices, hm?" She was quite well acquainted with a few herself. "I suppose that means should I ever require more than wine, I should come looking for you?"
"Exactly," Pietro said with a crooked smile. "Though I'm not that great with wine. I've been making a study lately though--any advice you have would be super welcome."
"Of course!" she replied happily. "My father had part ownership in a vineyard for a little while a few years back. I would gladly help you with whatever questions you may have and once I am familiar with what is available locally, I will even make a few suggestions for you. If I find nothing suitable, I can always have Father ship some in. As 'gifts', of course."
"Holy shit, you're kidding," he said, though his impressed expression proved he believed her perfectly. "I have gotta introduce you to Alice--we've been trying to figure it out on our own, but we're newbies. Thanks for the crappy drinking age, America."
Cersei's nose wrinkled slightly but she didn't miss a step. The other girl had failed to impress her - and there hadn't been much of a reason to further their relationship beyond idle curiosity. "I met Alice on one of my first days here," she informed him. "She came to my room to introduce herself, though in truth, I am sure it was to investigate me." One hand waved dismissively. "But no matter, we should set up an evening where you can taste to your heart's desire. I take it there are places here where the Headmasters are not likely to find us? Or should I call for a room at the Hellfire Club?"
Now Pietro's nose wrinkled up a little. He'd heard... things. Hellfire Club was not a thing he felt he needed in his life. Rich friends, yes, okay, whatever, he totally judged them on an individual basis. That... not so much.
And yet, he'd been raised right; when someone offered you a free horse, you didn't check out its teeth. "Well, we get away with plenty here, to be honest--especially now the weather's nice we have the run of the grounds. But wherever it'd be most convenient, I guess. I really need someone to teach me, not gonna lie."
"If you can provide a place here that suits our needs, I can provide the wine. If you think we would be safer off the school's grounds, well, I can provide that as well," she added with another smirk that gave her a mischievous air. "If you wish Alice to join us, that is your choice."
"Well, can't blame us for investigating the new kids too much, can you?" Pietro asked, with a kind of wide-eyed hopefulness that could only be for dramatic effect. Hey, he didn't think all his friends and/or acquaintances had to get along, but Alice and Cersei... seemed like it could be really good.
Or really dangerously bad. For everyone else. But hey.
"No, I cannot. I am very curious about everyone at the school, myself. So many with such different powers." Her attention zeroed in on him again. "Your ability is superspeed, yes? That was how you were able to save my phone. Does you twin have the same power?"
Pietro nodded an affirmative reply to the superspeed question, then, "Not even close. She's a probability manipulator. And we have a younger half-sister who has powers like our father, so we're kinda all over the place.
"The Braddocks don't have powers like each other either; the Beaubiers, on the other hand--they kinda power-share." Which Pietro was both a little envious of and found a little creepy at the same time, honestly.
She didn't quite know what to make of all that information. Not only was it unclear if Jaime would ever manifest but there was no way to predict what abilities he would gain. Her worry was evident in the slight creasing of her brow, the tightening of her lips, but Cersei did not fall out of step next to him. "How very curious."
"Cersei, that is just one curiosity among many," Pietro said with a little chuckle. "Welcome to Mutant High."
Class had been dismissed for a few minutes but one student remained, closing a gold compact before slipping out of her seat and gathering her supplies. The trek back to her room was not a long one but it was beneath a girl of Cersei's status to put forth anything less than perfection when in the presence of others. Her makeup and hair were now flawless and with a polite-but-distant smile in place, she shifted her bag onto her shoulder and headed on her way.
Just as she walked through the door, the high heel of her McQueen slingbacks caught on an extension cord that had been kicked out of place by a fellow student in their rush to escape the confines of the classroom but a quick grab for the wooden frame kept the blonde on her feet.
Her recovery was only partially successful, however. Yes, Cersei had saved herself from toppling but in losing her balance and struggling to regain it, her grasp slipped on her phone.
"Merde," she growled as the piece of technology tumbled toward the floor.
Pietro had pegged the new-ish blonde for the cold hearted snake type as soon as she'd appeared on the scene at Xavier's, but never let it be said he'd pass up an opportunity for curiosity when it presented itself. When he saw her phone plummeting in slow mo, he zipped to rescue it before it was halfway to the ground--just as she was finishing some creative swearing.
There he stood, ripped skinny jeans and Rizzle Kicks tank top, "FUCK" earring and plaid Chuck Taylors... holding out her phone. "Love the shoes," was all he said--brightly.
"Oh! Merci!" Cersei practically squealed as she took the phone back and hugged it tight to her chest, making it clear her gratitude was in fact for the rescue and not the compliment. She gave a relieved sigh then flashed a dazzling grin at the older student. "Thank you. I am expecting a call soon from my brother and I could not even pretend to know what he would do if I did not answer." Jaime being the more impulse of the two, Cersei would suspect jumping on the first flight to New York wasn't out of the realm of possibility. And while she was certainly not against seeing him, his white knight routine would be best saved for an actual emergency rather than just a broken phone.
Pietro smiled a little. Okay, she was probably a cold hearted snake, but still--missing twin got her major sympathy points. "Sounds familiar. Twin brothers are fun like that. Are you older or is he?"
"I am, though, not by much." A glance at the phone proved there to be no damage whatsoever and Cersei huffed another small, relieved sigh before turning her smile to the speedster once more. "You belong with one are one of the other sets here, yes? Piotr, is it?"
"Piotr would make more sense with the last name, but no, it's Pietro," he reported, amused--but not meanly so!--at her relief over the phone. "And yeah--I'm the baby brother by minutes. Wanda's my sister. She wasn't here in the beginning, either. Sucked."
She nodded once. "Then you can understand how... unbalancing it is. Jaime and I have never been this far apart for this long." The longing she felt was clear in his expression but Cersei made no attempt to hide it this time. Not with a fellow twin. "I am stilling holding onto the hope that he will join me here, but each day it's becoming more difficult."
Pietro shifted his weight to pop one hip and shoved his hands into his pockets--not that they'd get in there so far, as tight as he wore, them, but close enough. He wasn't uncomfortable talking about it or anything, it was just total sympathy pain. "Same happened with us; I was--not myself until she came, pretty much. Good news is that if this place is any indication, mutant twins seems to be a thing."
"Then, I will continue to believe he will enroll in the school someday soon," she replied with as much enthusiasm as she could muster. It was waning, though. Every day, every hour, every minute it was getting harder and harder to be separated from her other half. "Until then, I suppose I will have to be content with phone calls and emails."
Pietro fell into step with her as they started down the hall again, considering his options silently. He guessed he would've thought Betsy was a high-powered potentially evil type if not for the missing twin bonding, and now look where they were. So what the hell. He felt for the girl, okay? "Not trying to play Missing Twin Olympics here, but I really get you. Wanda--our father was trying to make sure no one could find her while she worked on her powers, so our contact was super limited. Like, no emails or calls, just the occasional letter if it could get there securely.
"It was pretty much hell. So. You feel the need to bitch about it--you know where to find a sympathetic ear. I'm not, like generally sympathetic, but when it comes to that..."
"Your father sounds as if he would be great friends with my own," Cersei replied, dark humor lacing her words as they walked. "Only mine would be less concerned with my safety and more about my current condition smearing Jaime's reputation. He learned long ago, however, that trying to put too much distance between us is an exercise in futility so he allows us our communication." A man like Tywin Lannister knew how to pick his battles and which ones were lost before they had even been begun.
One arm snaked out and hooked around his elbow, pulling them a bit closer. A bold move, yes, but in that moment, Cersei didn't care. She missed the comforting presence of her twin to the point of near physical ache - so this other boy, one who claimed to know her pain, would have to serve as a poor substitute until they parted ways. "I appreciate your offer to listen to my pathetic complaints of missing Jaime, Pietro. I shall try not to abuse it too often."
Pietro covered the hand on his arm with his own, relieved he'd read the situation right. Rich popular people still put him on edge, occasionally, in spite of what he recognized as newfound self-esteem. (Thanks, Remy.) She didn't seem the touchy type, so he took it for what it was. "And I can try and offer distraction, when you get tired of that. I'm really good with distraction."
"Are you?" she asked, strolling arm in arm with him as she would one of her cousins back home through one of the gardens or market. "And what sort of distraction might that be?"
He smirked a little--but she struck him as kinda young to be flirting with, in spite of her grown-up bearing and couture, so yeah. "Well, I work at the local record shop, so I'm always good for new music. My sister and I are fond of impromptu dance parties.
"And I'd be remiss if I didn't mention that I'm generally considered to be a prime purveyor of poor life choices in these parts."
Cersei laughed, a polite little chuckle that was neither too loud nor too fake. "Poor life choices, hm?" She was quite well acquainted with a few herself. "I suppose that means should I ever require more than wine, I should come looking for you?"
"Exactly," Pietro said with a crooked smile. "Though I'm not that great with wine. I've been making a study lately though--any advice you have would be super welcome."
"Of course!" she replied happily. "My father had part ownership in a vineyard for a little while a few years back. I would gladly help you with whatever questions you may have and once I am familiar with what is available locally, I will even make a few suggestions for you. If I find nothing suitable, I can always have Father ship some in. As 'gifts', of course."
"Holy shit, you're kidding," he said, though his impressed expression proved he believed her perfectly. "I have gotta introduce you to Alice--we've been trying to figure it out on our own, but we're newbies. Thanks for the crappy drinking age, America."
Cersei's nose wrinkled slightly but she didn't miss a step. The other girl had failed to impress her - and there hadn't been much of a reason to further their relationship beyond idle curiosity. "I met Alice on one of my first days here," she informed him. "She came to my room to introduce herself, though in truth, I am sure it was to investigate me." One hand waved dismissively. "But no matter, we should set up an evening where you can taste to your heart's desire. I take it there are places here where the Headmasters are not likely to find us? Or should I call for a room at the Hellfire Club?"
Now Pietro's nose wrinkled up a little. He'd heard... things. Hellfire Club was not a thing he felt he needed in his life. Rich friends, yes, okay, whatever, he totally judged them on an individual basis. That... not so much.
And yet, he'd been raised right; when someone offered you a free horse, you didn't check out its teeth. "Well, we get away with plenty here, to be honest--especially now the weather's nice we have the run of the grounds. But wherever it'd be most convenient, I guess. I really need someone to teach me, not gonna lie."
"If you can provide a place here that suits our needs, I can provide the wine. If you think we would be safer off the school's grounds, well, I can provide that as well," she added with another smirk that gave her a mischievous air. "If you wish Alice to join us, that is your choice."
"Well, can't blame us for investigating the new kids too much, can you?" Pietro asked, with a kind of wide-eyed hopefulness that could only be for dramatic effect. Hey, he didn't think all his friends and/or acquaintances had to get along, but Alice and Cersei... seemed like it could be really good.
Or really dangerously bad. For everyone else. But hey.
"No, I cannot. I am very curious about everyone at the school, myself. So many with such different powers." Her attention zeroed in on him again. "Your ability is superspeed, yes? That was how you were able to save my phone. Does you twin have the same power?"
Pietro nodded an affirmative reply to the superspeed question, then, "Not even close. She's a probability manipulator. And we have a younger half-sister who has powers like our father, so we're kinda all over the place.
"The Braddocks don't have powers like each other either; the Beaubiers, on the other hand--they kinda power-share." Which Pietro was both a little envious of and found a little creepy at the same time, honestly.
She didn't quite know what to make of all that information. Not only was it unclear if Jaime would ever manifest but there was no way to predict what abilities he would gain. Her worry was evident in the slight creasing of her brow, the tightening of her lips, but Cersei did not fall out of step next to him. "How very curious."
"Cersei, that is just one curiosity among many," Pietro said with a little chuckle. "Welcome to Mutant High."
