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piotr rasputin x: *Piotr is in the bedroom, the overhead light and his desk light are on. He's slumped over the desk, having fallen asleep while taking a break in the middle of drawing something. His fingers are covered in black charcoal, and he has a smudge on his cheek and nose. The picture he was working on is of Illyana, looking solemn. A folder is open next to the picture; sitting on it is a stack of drawings, set a bit haphazardly.*

angelusworth: *Warren raps his knuckles lightly against the open door frame, poking his head around to see if Piotr's actually in his room. He grins, and crosses the room to the desk, peering over Piotr's shoulder at the drawings on the desk.*

angelusworth: *he carefully rests one hand on Piotr's shoulder, and waits a moment to make sure he's still sleeping before flipping over the top drawing on the stack.*

piotr rasputin x: *Piotr is snoring lightly and doesn't respond to the knock or hand. The top drawing seems to be his hand, drawn in pencil. The second is of Kitty, in it she looks sad... perhaps it was done recently.*

angelusworth: *the third picture is of Bobby, and is rather good -- Warren has always known Piotr liked to draw, but he never realized Piotr’s talent for it. Under that is a sketch of something more abstract. He has to look at it for a minute before he realizes that it's a pair of wings, and he holds his breath for a long moment before breathing again.*

piotr rasputin x: *The fifth picture is of Warren, the fingers of both hands wrapped around the coffee mug he's drinking from, looking down. It looks delicate and wistful and soft.*

angelusworth: *After that comes a picture of Bobby and Rogue, and Bobby and John -- Warren looks at that one for a minute or so, before moving on to another picture of Kitty. She's smiling broadly, as if she knew the picture was being drawn, and Warren feels a pang of guilt before moving on.*

angelusworth: *The last picture in the stack makes Warren stop breathing entirely. It's of Warren, from the back; his wings are slightly spread out and relaxed, and his head bowed. He realizes that the only time he looks that at peace is here, in the suite with Piotr, and he makes a low noise in the back of his throat.*

piotr rasputin x: *has nothing to say, because.. well, he's asleep*

piotr rasputin x: *Piotr murmurs quietly in his sleep, a moment later his eyes blink open due to the noise, and the feeling of another person standing close. He quickly sits up, wondering how he fell asleep at his desk in the first place. He looks over, noting Warren is standing next to him.. looking through his drawings. His cheeks become hot from blushing, feeling embarrassed, and he just stares at Warren, unsure of what to do.*

angelusworth: *drops the drawing quickly, blood rushing to his face as he stares down at Piotr. His hand is still on Piotr's shoulder, and he squeezes it tightly before swallowing. His voice, when he finally speaks, is thick and soft.* These. I'm sorry for prying, but. They're really. *coughs* Really good.

piotr rasputin x: *looks down, feeling self conscious and still blushing, unable to stop.* Thank you.. I.. um... *he scratches his ear, getting some charcoal on it* Sorry I drew you and did not ask. I thought... you might say no.. and... well really I do not show my drawings of people to people. A few to Illyana and Kitty.. and I drew one for Jubilee for her birthday.. but... *trails off, wishing he could hide*

angelusworth: *softly* I don't mind. *looks back at the desk, and forces himself to flip the stack back over to the last picture.* It's just, so . . . I don't think anyone else has ever seen me like that before. It's . . . nice, that it was you. *thinks about what Piotr said, and his voice sharpens just a little* You didn't show this one to anyone else, did you?

piotr rasputin x: *feels a wave of slight panic at the sharpness in his voice, and he looks up at Warren, a solemn and somewhat confused expression on his face* No... I did not really want anyone to see... *he quickly picks up the drawings, putting them back into a stack, and covers them up*

angelusworth: Hey. *He squeezes Piotr's shoulder again, until he looks up at Warren again.* I just meant, that picture . . *and he blushes again, and drops his hand, and takes a step back, until he's sitting on the edge of Piotr's bed. He takes a deep breath and exhales it slowly, looking first at his knees, and then back at Piotr.* I don't want anyone else seeing me like that.

piotr rasputin x: *sticks the folder in a drawer of his desk, and then turns in his seat to face Warren* What do you mean? You weren't naked... *says this in all seriousness, he doesn't understand how Warren standing on the balcony with his wings out is any different than how people see him all the time*

angelusworth: *worries his bottom lip between his teeth* It's very . . . vulnerable.

piotr rasputin x: *looks confused* Vulnerable? I am sorry... what does that mean?

angelusworth: *looks down at his hands, resting in loose fists on the tops of his thighs* It means, open to pain. Open to being hurt by others, being taken advantage of.

piotr rasputin x: Why would they do that to you? Because of a drawing? I am so sorry, Warren.. I did not mean to do this... I will throw it away, then people cannot hurt you. *reaches a hand out to gently squeeze Warren's arm in reassurance*

angelusworth: *pulls his arm slightly, enough to catch Piotr's hand in his, and clasps it tightly* I don't want you to do that, Piotr. I want you to save it; it /is/ good, and I *he falters, caught by the look of concern in Piotr's eyes.* I just don't want them to think anything bad about /you/.

piotr rasputin x: *doesn't know what to say, because he doesn't understand why a simple drawing is so important* Do you want it? You can have it and hide it, okay?

angelusworth: *opens his mouth to tell Piotr just what people will think of him if they knew he had a drawing of a mostly naked Warren, then shuts it again. Without thinking, he threads his fingers through Piotr's.* It's your picture. I want you to keep it. Really.

piotr rasputin x: *frowns, feeling rejected somehow* Okay... *he looks down at their hands, and wonders why exactly they are holding hands...*

angelusworth: *looks down, and flinches slightly. pulls his hand away from Piotr's, and stands up* I think . . . I think I'm going to go . . . read. Or go to bed.

piotr rasputin x: *wonders why he feels so depressed, and what just happened. He makes a mental note to keep his drawings in the drawer when he's done with them, and replies in a soft voice* Okay... I will turn my lamp off so it will not bother you... *turns back around, clicking the lamp off, and starts cleaning up his desk*

angelusworth: *quickly* You don't . . . I mean, it won't bother me. *Swallows hard and reaches out for Piotr's shoulder, and stops his hand just before it touches him. Clears his throat, and speaks in what he hopes is his regular voice* Good night, Piotr.

piotr rasputin x: *glumly* Good night.

angelusworth: *turns and walks out of the room, and into his own, shutting the door softly behind him.*

piotr rasputin x: *sighs, trying to figure out what he did wrong, and goes about finishing cleaning up*

angelusworth: *flops down onto the bed in his own room, feeling like the world's most un-smooth idiot.*