Pietro (x_quicksilver) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-06-16 22:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | !bad romance, katherine pierce, pietro maximoff//quicksilver |
Who: Pietro and Katherine
What: The speedster falls for the vampire
When: Saturday, June 22nd
Where: Katherine's cabin
Warnings: Not sure yet. TBD?
Adjusting to prison life was proving to be difficult for Pietro, especially after being on his own for so long, to the point that occasionally he used his super speed to sneak out past the gates just so he could go running out in the open. The walls and the gates made him feel claustrophobic, and simply feeling the air rushing past him made him feel better. So much better. He knew he was breaking the 'buddy rule,' but he was so good at sneaking past the gates - and so damn fast - that he was nothing more than a breeze passing by the door. As far as he was concerned, he wouldn't get caught.
It was in one of those excursions that he had seen her. A woman so damn beautiful that it had made him stop in mid stride just so he could watch her. The way her dark hair flowed in the air, her grace as she moved. She was perfect, and lovely, and... Pietro was tempted to approach her, but he didn't. Not yet.
Instead, he gathered some flowers he found along the way and made a bouquet that he dropped off at her doorstep with a speed that made it impossible to spot him. That night he did the same thing, and then on Friday, and when Saturday came around he did the same thing. Or, rather, he was in mid-run, bouquet in hand, when he saw her stepping outside before he could fully approach the door. The sight of her was enough to make him pause, going from super speed to a full stop in seconds flat, and he found himself smiling at her before he could even figure out what to say.
"Uh, hi." It was stupid. Such a stupid thing to say, but he just took a few more steps towards her to break the distance between them. "I'm Pietro. I just..." God, she was beautiful. He trailed off as he watched her, but when he realized he was staring, he cleared his throat. What was he doing?
Oh, right. Holding up the flowers, he smiled again. "For you."