Pietro Maximoff (iwasperfection) wrote in utr_logs, @ 2009-04-21 00:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | pietro maximoff, wanda maximoff |
Who. Pietro and Wanda
What. Traveling and things
When. Backdated to right after this
Warnings. Twincest is always possible
Frustrated to the point of silence, Pietro simply sighed and moved at a speed that might have broken his own records. With precision, he rifled through dressers and drawers, packing clothing for himself and more for his sister. If they were going away, he figured it would be wise to be prepared to stay away for more than a week and this meant he'd need to bring a certain amount of comforts for Wanda. When he was done, the only sign that their room had been disturbed was the way fabrics rustled in the breeze he made.
"Are you ready?" He came to a sudden stop just a few feet from his sister, bags in hand. He caught sight of her and his gaze softened for a half second before his brow furrowed again. His light eyes lingered on her stomach and how it poked out from beneath a shirt. Wanda was six months pregnant and looked it. No matter how awful he felt, and as of late, he'd been feeling nothing but miserable, the temptation to lay his hand over her stomach hit him every time he saw it.
But Pietro was annoyed, or as annoyed as he could get with his twin. It wasn't that she wanted to come along with him, not that she didn't want him to leave that irritated him. It was that she couldn't understand his restlessness, that she confused his wanderlust for a need to abandon her. It didn't ever take Pietro much effort to look petulant, so he focused on embracing his annoyance. He didn't quite glare at her. For a very childish five seconds, he considered sticking his tongue out at her, but thought the better of it at the last second. She did have the ability to magically remove his tongue, after all. "We should go."