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ax_mainIllyana drops Pyro and Wanda off at Asteroid M.
Pyro had been even quieter than usual, once they returned to the school, as he tried to get a handle on the many conflicting emotions burning inside of him. The truth was, he had no clue how to even begin to do that, so by the time Magik took Wanda and him back to Asteroid M, he shoved it all aside, for now, as Wanda walked out of his room - probably to let them have a moment.
"So. You're the queen of Limbo, now," he said, looking back at Mage as the door closed on Wanda.
There was something wrong. Well, no - there were all kinds of things wrong, if Illyana was going to be honest with herself. It might have taken her a while to pick up on it, but everyone definitely seemed off.
Including Pyro, which was the "something wrong" she was worried about, now.
She smiled a goodbye to Wanda as the older girl left, then sighed and plopped down on Pyro's bed. "I guess? Ruler of it, anyway. Should be interesting to see whether or not it changes - Limbo supposedly reflects it's ruler." She chewed at her lip, looking awkward. "Is that a problem?" Because yeah. He'd outright said he wasn't a fan of the horns, hadn't he? Though if he was pissed about having been stabbed, she could kind of understand that, too. She wasn't exactly thrilled about having had to do it, either.
"What?" Pyro frowned, genuinely confused. "Um, no?" Why would it be a problem? Belasco was dead, long live Magik. It was cause for celebration, really - now she'd stopped looking like she might kill Billy for breathing.
"I don't know." Illyana shrugged awkwardly. "I get the feeling not everyone's real happy with the outcome. And you..." she paused, trying to find the right words, then shrugged again. "You seem kind of not okay."
"Well, I was kind of possessed, so..." Pyro trailed off there, because he didn't want to find out how he might finish that sentence.
Illyana grimaced. Yeah, that had happened, however much she might be trying not to remember it. "Yeah. So, not okay." She pushed her hand back through her hair. "I'm sorry. I should've thought of that."
Pyro shrugged. "I shouldn't have thought I was such a great person to take along. Whatever. It happened. How are you doing?"
"I'm okay." Which was true, mostly. Belasco was gone, she hadn't been forced to actually kill anyone, and everyone was alive. Life was good, right? She held out a hand, hoping he'd come sit down with her. "And you were the perfect person to take along. I'm just sorry that Belasco - that I had to..." She let that fade off, her eyes dropping. Yeah. Somehow, I'm sorry I stabbed you in the chest didn't seem to cut it.
There was a beat, and then Pyro took her hand and sat down beside her, leaning his shoulder against hers. He kind of wanted to curl up around her and never move, so this was a nice compromise. "That you had to what? Kill him? He fucking deserved it."
"No. I'm cool with that." Or mostly, anyway. Close enough. Illyana chewed at her lip, then looked up at him, her eyes suspiciously shiny. "I knew it wouldn't kill you. You know that, right? It didn't kill Inu-yasha."
"Of course I know that," Pyro answered immediately. "Wait, did you think it might hurt me?"
Illyana grimaced and met his eyes. "Didn't it?"
Like hell, no pun intended. "Well, yeah, but - it didn't damage me," he answered, realizing that that was the word he should've used in the first place.
"Oh. No, I knew that. Well, pretty sure, anyway." Illyana made a face and tilted her head in against his shoulder.
Pyro laced their fingers together, thumb stroking her hand. "I'm glad you did that before I hurt anyone." It was better if he didn't think about how good it had felt, having all that fire inside him.
"I didn't figure you actually wanted to." However hard he'd been trying. She brushed her thumb over the back of his hand in turn. "Is that's what's bothering you about it?"
"I was possessed by a demon, I don't think there's anything that shouldn't bother me about it," Pyro replied pointedly, his thumb stopping on her hand. Fuck, he just didn't want to think about it.
"Yeah, I guess." Illyana's lips quirked to one side and she looked at him, obviously awkward rather than judgemental, and squeezed his hand. "Sorry. I...this falls in one of those categories where I get that it'd suck, but maybe not how much? I'm trying."
Pyro shook his head. "I just don't wanna talk about it." Well, he didn't want to think about it, but they went hand in hand. "How I feel, I mean. It sucks, and I don't wanna talk about it." Articulating even that much felt way too vulnerable, so he was going to move right on past that. "It's a good day, anyway. You killed that fucker. Limbo's yours. That's fucking amazing."
"Yeah." Illyana offered a faint smile, then shrugged and let it fade. "I expected it to be...more, y'know? I mean, everyone came out alive. No one really even got hurt - well, other than Inu-yasha, but he'll heal up. But everyone seems kinda broken, and I'm pretty sure nearly everybody's giving me funny looks over the whole thing with the horns. Even though they all knew." She grimaced. "It doesn't feel like something to celebrate."
Pyro paused, not sure he should say so, but then did anyway. "It does, to me?"
Illyana turned towards him, surprised. "Yeah?" she asked, hopefully.
"Well, like I said, it's fucking amazing," he pointed out, feeling all kinds of self-conscious for no reason he could really figure out. Should he not feel it was worth celebrating? "Limbo's yours, Belasco's dead, and you've got your amulet back." Who gave a shit about temporary horns?
"See, that's what I figured. But everyone looked at me weird when I said we should go for pizza." Illyana let out a soft huff, then smiled and leaned in and brushed her lips over Pyro's. "So, want to celebrate?"
He smirked, a little wolfishly, although the truth was, this felt a little too much like exactly what he needed to feel right in his own skin again. That need was just buried under a level of bravado as he answered, honestly, "Always."
It definitely wasn't a bad idea, Illyana mused as she leaned back in and kissed Pyro again, her free hand settling on the back of his neck, fighters teasing lightly through his hair. It should be a celebration, right? Limbo was hers. Kitty'd gotten her amulet back, Belasco was dead, and everyone else was still alive. And apparently Pyro wasn't freaked out by it all. Yeah. Definitely reason to celebrate.
Pyro had been even quieter than usual, once they returned to the school, as he tried to get a handle on the many conflicting emotions burning inside of him. The truth was, he had no clue how to even begin to do that, so by the time Magik took Wanda and him back to Asteroid M, he shoved it all aside, for now, as Wanda walked out of his room - probably to let them have a moment.
"So. You're the queen of Limbo, now," he said, looking back at Mage as the door closed on Wanda.
There was something wrong. Well, no - there were all kinds of things wrong, if Illyana was going to be honest with herself. It might have taken her a while to pick up on it, but everyone definitely seemed off.
Including Pyro, which was the "something wrong" she was worried about, now.
She smiled a goodbye to Wanda as the older girl left, then sighed and plopped down on Pyro's bed. "I guess? Ruler of it, anyway. Should be interesting to see whether or not it changes - Limbo supposedly reflects it's ruler." She chewed at her lip, looking awkward. "Is that a problem?" Because yeah. He'd outright said he wasn't a fan of the horns, hadn't he? Though if he was pissed about having been stabbed, she could kind of understand that, too. She wasn't exactly thrilled about having had to do it, either.
"What?" Pyro frowned, genuinely confused. "Um, no?" Why would it be a problem? Belasco was dead, long live Magik. It was cause for celebration, really - now she'd stopped looking like she might kill Billy for breathing.
"I don't know." Illyana shrugged awkwardly. "I get the feeling not everyone's real happy with the outcome. And you..." she paused, trying to find the right words, then shrugged again. "You seem kind of not okay."
"Well, I was kind of possessed, so..." Pyro trailed off there, because he didn't want to find out how he might finish that sentence.
Illyana grimaced. Yeah, that had happened, however much she might be trying not to remember it. "Yeah. So, not okay." She pushed her hand back through her hair. "I'm sorry. I should've thought of that."
Pyro shrugged. "I shouldn't have thought I was such a great person to take along. Whatever. It happened. How are you doing?"
"I'm okay." Which was true, mostly. Belasco was gone, she hadn't been forced to actually kill anyone, and everyone was alive. Life was good, right? She held out a hand, hoping he'd come sit down with her. "And you were the perfect person to take along. I'm just sorry that Belasco - that I had to..." She let that fade off, her eyes dropping. Yeah. Somehow, I'm sorry I stabbed you in the chest didn't seem to cut it.
There was a beat, and then Pyro took her hand and sat down beside her, leaning his shoulder against hers. He kind of wanted to curl up around her and never move, so this was a nice compromise. "That you had to what? Kill him? He fucking deserved it."
"No. I'm cool with that." Or mostly, anyway. Close enough. Illyana chewed at her lip, then looked up at him, her eyes suspiciously shiny. "I knew it wouldn't kill you. You know that, right? It didn't kill Inu-yasha."
"Of course I know that," Pyro answered immediately. "Wait, did you think it might hurt me?"
Illyana grimaced and met his eyes. "Didn't it?"
Like hell, no pun intended. "Well, yeah, but - it didn't damage me," he answered, realizing that that was the word he should've used in the first place.
"Oh. No, I knew that. Well, pretty sure, anyway." Illyana made a face and tilted her head in against his shoulder.
Pyro laced their fingers together, thumb stroking her hand. "I'm glad you did that before I hurt anyone." It was better if he didn't think about how good it had felt, having all that fire inside him.
"I didn't figure you actually wanted to." However hard he'd been trying. She brushed her thumb over the back of his hand in turn. "Is that's what's bothering you about it?"
"I was possessed by a demon, I don't think there's anything that shouldn't bother me about it," Pyro replied pointedly, his thumb stopping on her hand. Fuck, he just didn't want to think about it.
"Yeah, I guess." Illyana's lips quirked to one side and she looked at him, obviously awkward rather than judgemental, and squeezed his hand. "Sorry. I...this falls in one of those categories where I get that it'd suck, but maybe not how much? I'm trying."
Pyro shook his head. "I just don't wanna talk about it." Well, he didn't want to think about it, but they went hand in hand. "How I feel, I mean. It sucks, and I don't wanna talk about it." Articulating even that much felt way too vulnerable, so he was going to move right on past that. "It's a good day, anyway. You killed that fucker. Limbo's yours. That's fucking amazing."
"Yeah." Illyana offered a faint smile, then shrugged and let it fade. "I expected it to be...more, y'know? I mean, everyone came out alive. No one really even got hurt - well, other than Inu-yasha, but he'll heal up. But everyone seems kinda broken, and I'm pretty sure nearly everybody's giving me funny looks over the whole thing with the horns. Even though they all knew." She grimaced. "It doesn't feel like something to celebrate."
Pyro paused, not sure he should say so, but then did anyway. "It does, to me?"
Illyana turned towards him, surprised. "Yeah?" she asked, hopefully.
"Well, like I said, it's fucking amazing," he pointed out, feeling all kinds of self-conscious for no reason he could really figure out. Should he not feel it was worth celebrating? "Limbo's yours, Belasco's dead, and you've got your amulet back." Who gave a shit about temporary horns?
"See, that's what I figured. But everyone looked at me weird when I said we should go for pizza." Illyana let out a soft huff, then smiled and leaned in and brushed her lips over Pyro's. "So, want to celebrate?"
He smirked, a little wolfishly, although the truth was, this felt a little too much like exactly what he needed to feel right in his own skin again. That need was just buried under a level of bravado as he answered, honestly, "Always."
It definitely wasn't a bad idea, Illyana mused as she leaned back in and kissed Pyro again, her free hand settling on the back of his neck, fighters teasing lightly through his hair. It should be a celebration, right? Limbo was hers. Kitty'd gotten her amulet back, Belasco was dead, and everyone else was still alive. And apparently Pyro wasn't freaked out by it all. Yeah. Definitely reason to celebrate.
