"Well," Kate says calmly. "That or she was resigned to being a young grandmother. Wise woman, your mama. See, you should have given in to my seductions then. I'm sure my father would have understood."
She does have a poker face--but even she's grinning by the end of it. "I liked your mama," she adds, quietly, looking down at her hands. She still is, when he comes back, and she adds, just as softly, "Daddy absolutely hated you. Sorry, but. Can't blame him. Because he knew exactly how much I loved you. But the last time I saw him in Genosha--"
She had come back, and cut her hair, and the kisses they'd shared, she and Piotr, before she left, had not been talked about. And again, they'd waited.
And she swallows, once, before saying softly, "He asked me when I was going to stop being so afraid of you. Or you and me, I guess. It was part of why we argued so much. He was...different. Genosha was good to him. For him. " She breathes, and looks over at Piotr, taking the box from his hands. "I have footage. I hacked it from the cameras," she adds, looking through the box slowly and taking things--keepsakes--carefully out. "He was looking in one, while trying to shelter some children. And he just said, over and over, 'I love you, Kitty. Make me proud.'' She's silent, taking out some old drawings--from a very young girl named Rasputin, that she drew while she was sick, and sighs as she finally spots what she was looking for, begins to unwrap the silk around it. "I think Daddy would be proud. I think...I think he wouldn't have asked what he did if he still loathed you." And her lip twitches, as she pulls out some dried flowers and a garter, her raised eyebrow saying, Recognize these? when she glances over at him. "At least, not as much."
And she looks at him still, biting her lip. "I would not want your mama to scold you, Piotr."
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Date: 2011-10-14 01:20 am (UTC)She does have a poker face--but even she's grinning by the end of it. "I liked your mama," she adds, quietly, looking down at her hands. She still is, when he comes back, and she adds, just as softly, "Daddy absolutely hated you. Sorry, but. Can't blame him. Because he knew exactly how much I loved you. But the last time I saw him in Genosha--"
She had come back, and cut her hair, and the kisses they'd shared, she and Piotr, before she left, had not been talked about. And again, they'd waited.
And she swallows, once, before saying softly, "He asked me when I was going to stop being so afraid of you. Or you and me, I guess. It was part of why we argued so much. He was...different. Genosha was good to him. For him. " She breathes, and looks over at Piotr, taking the box from his hands. "I have footage. I hacked it from the cameras," she adds, looking through the box slowly and taking things--keepsakes--carefully out. "He was looking in one, while trying to shelter some children. And he just said, over and over, 'I love you, Kitty. Make me proud.'' She's silent, taking out some old drawings--from a very young girl named Rasputin, that she drew while she was sick, and sighs as she finally spots what she was looking for, begins to unwrap the silk around it. "I think Daddy would be proud. I think...I think he wouldn't have asked what he did if he still loathed you." And her lip twitches, as she pulls out some dried flowers and a garter, her raised eyebrow saying, Recognize these? when she glances over at him. "At least, not as much."
And she looks at him still, biting her lip. "I would not want your mama to scold you, Piotr."