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Sheol by Luba Kmetyk (PG-13)
Fandom: X-MEN COMICVERSE
Pairing: Kitty Pryde/Piotr Rasputin
Author Website: Fonts of Wisdom
Why this must be read:
There was a time, early in the comics, when Colossus was Kitty's whole world, the first boy who ever called her pretty, the first boy she fell in love with. Despite the times he broke her heart, the way she let him take her for granted, it really seemed like he was going to be "the one." Here, building a life together gets complicated when both people are flawed in ways that never really got mended.
Emma's never bought any of Peter's pictures -- although she has come to showings, once or twice, when I asked her to as a personal favor... She says she'll buy a picture as soon as he paints one she wants, but she won't tell him what that might be. She told me, once, the only picture she'd ever considered buying was that old painting of Illyana. She knew he wouldn't sell it, but she said that she'd buy another as soon as he did one as good -- no matter what the subject, or technique, or price. But she didn't think any of his current work came anywhere close...
Peter suggested once she commission him to paint her -- that way, even if she didn't appreciate fine art, she could at least make up for all of my time she was taking. Emma just raised one eyebrow in that icily haughty way only she can manage, and told him that he should sell his pictures based on his own talents and skills, not on mine. He was absolutely *furious*, Logan -- I don't know when I've seen him so angry. He told Emma it was easy for me, I was a certified genius -- whatever I did, it might have been hard for other people, but not for me. Emma just looked down her nose at him and told him she'd heard he considered himself a genius too, an artistic genius, so the same should be true for him. And I told you already how hard he works at his painting, how he agonizes over every canvas, struggles with every brushstroke...
Sheol
Pairing: Kitty Pryde/Piotr Rasputin
Author Website: Fonts of Wisdom
Why this must be read:
There was a time, early in the comics, when Colossus was Kitty's whole world, the first boy who ever called her pretty, the first boy she fell in love with. Despite the times he broke her heart, the way she let him take her for granted, it really seemed like he was going to be "the one." Here, building a life together gets complicated when both people are flawed in ways that never really got mended.
Emma's never bought any of Peter's pictures -- although she has come to showings, once or twice, when I asked her to as a personal favor... She says she'll buy a picture as soon as he paints one she wants, but she won't tell him what that might be. She told me, once, the only picture she'd ever considered buying was that old painting of Illyana. She knew he wouldn't sell it, but she said that she'd buy another as soon as he did one as good -- no matter what the subject, or technique, or price. But she didn't think any of his current work came anywhere close...
Peter suggested once she commission him to paint her -- that way, even if she didn't appreciate fine art, she could at least make up for all of my time she was taking. Emma just raised one eyebrow in that icily haughty way only she can manage, and told him that he should sell his pictures based on his own talents and skills, not on mine. He was absolutely *furious*, Logan -- I don't know when I've seen him so angry. He told Emma it was easy for me, I was a certified genius -- whatever I did, it might have been hard for other people, but not for me. Emma just looked down her nose at him and told him she'd heard he considered himself a genius too, an artistic genius, so the same should be true for him. And I told you already how hard he works at his painting, how he agonizes over every canvas, struggles with every brushstroke...
Sheol
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