piotr rasputin is not a robot (ofrhodes) wrote in mutanthaven, @ 2010-02-14 21:22:00 |
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PIOTR: He was crushed. Despite his dashing good looks and his efforts, Rogue did not love him back, not even an ounce. Piotr wasn't the crying type, but right now he really wanted to just fall on his bed and cry his eyes out over her. It literally felt like his heart was breaking to know she did not love him as much as he loved her. Life was not fair. So here he sat in one of the chairs in his room with a portrait of Rogue he had drawn for her. Not that she cared that he loved her enough to draw her portrait. It had worked in Titanic, so why wasn't it working now? At the thought once more of her rejection, Piotr sniffed and tried to hold back his tears, but it was too late as a few dropped down onto the paper and smudge the charcoal. LILA: Lila was perfectly aware of Piotr's dashing good looks, the way his body moved, the sound of his voice -- these things were inspiring to her as she dreamed up ways to make him hers. She wasn't one to dress up really, but she broke out the form-fitting blue dress from the back of her closer and dusted it off. It was different from the rest of her clothes -- denim mixed with black and band attire. She paired it with black heels and most natural looking make up (she had a feeling Piotr might not like her regular dark eyeshadow or dramatic eyeliner), her black hair loose around her shoulders. She then descended upon Piotr's room, knocking and running her hands along her dress as she waited for the object of her affection to answer his door and let her in. PIOTR: He was so certain that Rogue would have noticed those things as well, but alas. In his mind, she viewed him as lower than whale shit, which meant he had nothing but his sister left to live for now. Oh! There was a knock! Perhaps he did have something to live for after all. Dropping the picture to the ground, Piotr jumped up from his chair and within a stride or two, he was at his door, throwing it open since he truly believe that Rogue was on the other side. This explained the wide grin he had on his face that quickly fell when he saw it was not Rogue. "Oh. Hi Lila." It was like he didn't even care she was in a form-fitting dress. LILA: He was behaving funny. She tilted her head to the side, regarding his sudden change of expression. Shouldn't he be... more enthusiastic that she showed up at his door? She knew she looked good and she knew she wanted him -- confidence meant a lot, right? She let a short silence fall between them before she shifted her weight between her heels and tossed some hair behind her shoulder. "Do you mind if I come in?" PIOTR: Normally Piotr would have been very enthusiastic of a scantly-clad Lila had show up on his doorstep. So very enthusiastic. However at the moment, Lila was not the one he wanted and if you asked him, she was a pretty poor replacement for his wonderful Rogue. "Umm. I suppose you can," he answered as he stepped away from the door. Come in. Do what you like. He didn't care. LILA: She kept an eye on him as she passed the threshold into his room, walking far enough in so that he could close the door. "Are you all right? You never struck me as the type to be down on Valentine's Day." Certain people -- herself included, sadly -- would be quick to write off the powerful feelings that Valentine's Day could inspire in people. But she has been proven wrong by realizing that she could make her Valentine's Day just right, if only she could have Piotr. PIOTR: He was normally one of those people who wrote of Valentine's Day as well for anyone that wasn't his sister. In years before, he had feigned interest in holiday and all its cheesy goodness for the sake of Illyana, but this year was different. This year he had felt like he finally had a reason to celebrate the holiday, but now those thoughts were gone. Gone like his hopes. "Things just did not work out like I had hoped today." Sigh. LILA: "Well, hopefully we can change that?" She tilted her head to the side, offering him a coy grin as she took a few steps toward him. She wasn't hoping to wear this dress for long and if she can make him feel better in the process, all the better. PIOTR: Lila was acting very, very strange. Confused, he tilted his head to one side and just looked at her with a slight dumb look on his face. "What?" Huh? LILA: It's okay -- she thought that dumb look is endearing. She drew closer to him, short of pressing herself against him. It had been forever since she had been with a man -- not since Brian Braddock. Yes, since then. Her attempt at something with Forge didn't seem to be satisfying her in certain areas that were vital to her. It was time to remedy that. "I'm saying," she paused, looking up at him. "I don't put on a dress for just anyone. So why don't you help me out of it?" PIOTR: If she found dumb endearing then right now he was the cutest thing on the face of this planet. And he was sorry that your sex life left something to be desired, Lila, but this was clearly not the answer. "Oh. OH." Cue a slightly horrified look on his face as it dawned on him what she had in mind. "Oh Lila. That isn't going to work." LILA: She blinks as if he was speaking a foreign language, unable to comprehend his words. "What do you mean it's not going to work out?" There is an edge to her voice, not quite anger but hovering dangerously close. PIOTR: He was pretty sure that he said that in English. "I am in love with someone else, Lila." Clearly, she would just have to accept that and now leave. LILA: The rejection twisted in her gut and she staggered back a few steps. "What --" she started to look around his room. She saw his art materials, his television. His bed, where they should be. The floor, where a portrait of a young lady stares up at her mockingly. Was that -- Rogue. He can't even touch her. What the fuck would he -- she stomped through the portrait with her heel, reeling her foot to get a real good tear through the painting. PIOTR: He could so touch her. Perhaps. In the back of his mind he had always thought that maybe his metal could withstand her powers, but Rogue had rejected him before he could offer up that little experiment. "Hey! What are you doing?" he yelled as he rushed toward Lila in an attempt to grab her arm to make her stop destroying all his hard work. "What the fuck did you do that for?" Oh Lila. You made him swear. LILA: She stumbled away from him, dragging her heel further through the painting as she put distance between them. "What? Were you going to give it to her? Do you think a fucking painting would really convince her that you're the one -- you know she's in love with that fucking freak. The guy with the tongue!" Before he can stop her, she knocked over the canvas stand and went to sweep the paints and brushes off whatever surface they occupied. PIOTR: slkdfjl;skdjf;lskdjf All his hard work! That had taken him all day yesterday, Lila! How dare you ruin it with such obvious malice. "Do you have to rub it in that she likes him?" On the last word, his voice cracked with emotion. "Do you think I like knowing that she doesn't return my feelings or that -- stop that!" LILA: Oh boohoo, a full day. He could paint something else -- something for Lila. How about that. "Really -- because it's making me feel so much better. You think I like having to deal with you being in love with Rogue when you could be touching and loving me?" She knocked over whatever she could before heading over to his television, tugging at it from where it was perched. PIOTR: Lila did have a nice body, he had to admit that, but after her little move there he had no desire to see her without any clothes on EVER. You clearly had an ugly personality, Lila. "Why would I want to love you? You are destroying my stuff!" Sadly, he wasn't able to move fast enough to save his television. This bitch was insane and in an attempt to look threatening, Piotr turned to metal. "Get out of my room." LILA: Under other circumstances, she'd find the metal impressive but right now she was so disgusted with him. His rejection fueled her jealousy, best expressed through her anger. "Fuck you," she spat, turning on her heels and heading back the way she came. |