2019-09-18 - Dear Caden

Summary:

Illyana and Caden get some time alone and Talk. About their own relationship and then about Illyana's dealings with a certain Ghost Rider.

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Date: Wed Sep 18 16:33:43 2019
Location: 46 Willow Place

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Late evening at the Rasputin residence and the water in the kitchen could still be heard dripping and the pipes creaking. Hopefully the fixes would hold, hopefully the house would tolerate this violation of its decrepitude what with the new pipes, considering it was still technically haunted. But beyond that the place was relatively quiet.
Elena and Keiko had made their departure only moments ago heading upstairs, so they could still be heard moving around up there, the boards and the floor creaking as they walked around. Doubtful they were really doing anything too athletic, most likely getting ready for bed, but the way the house amplified things it might sound like a herd of buffalo were rushing around.
Yet it did leave Caden and Illyana downstairs in that living room on the sofa. The sorceress was spraaawled with her feet possessively settled on the young X-Man's lap, and only now, that they were finally alone… did they have a chance to talk.
"Hey,"
An in auspicious start, though that single word was accompanied by a small smile that reached his eyes. Affection was there, coupled with a hint of wariness. But he did rest his hand over her shins, giving her ankle a small squeeze with gentle fingertips, "I think… she knows something is up." Since she did seem to give that impression. And well, there was the whole 'claiming' thing.


Illyana Rasputina's mouth opens in a large yawn that threatens to crack her jaw. She doesn't sleep very often and so when she does it makes for a slow wakeup. At least, when she can indulge in it. Even though she's awake and moving, it's her equivalent of lazing about in bed. One of her feet tilts toward Caden so her toes can brush against him, the manner more of an absent petting than anything calculated.

"Hmmm? What is it that's up?" Illyana looks at him with a few creases in her brow, like she's trying to figure out when the conversation turned and which way it's going now. It's a much more open expression than most are given. Something behind the facade of mocking and amusement and without the severity of dealing with a Problem.


The chestnut haired youth with the hazel eyes had been looking at th stairs, but then he looks back toward her with a wry half-smile settled on his lips. "With us, sorta." He steals another glance towards the stairs as if to make sure that nobody is eavesdropping on them.
Once he's reasonably certain that they're clear he turns a little, shifting his weight to his other hip and lifting one of her feet in his hands, starting to casually caress the arch of her foot with a firm thumb, just massaging gently as he meets her gaze.
"Though I don't know myself, like. What it is." His eyebrows lift as he murmurs, "Though…" Caden seems thoughtful for a moment, "I do worry about hurting Piotr somehow." Though he has no idea if it would. Bottom line Caden isn't entirely sure what is what.


Illyana Rasputina's own gaze stays on Caden even as he gives those furtive glances towards the stairs. There's a flicker of something dark and hungry that flits through her gaze at the sight of his nervousness. "Something's up with us?" Now there's a faint smile that curves her lips, that teasing edge to her tone. The blonde's eyes half-close as he massages her feet, a soft, contented sound coming from her as she slouches a bit more. Relaxed, under his touch.

While Illyana might be content to let Caden fret over his wondering, his worry, especially as it involves Piotr rouses Illyana, her eyes opening and straightening up a bit. "Hurting Piotr? What would hurt Piotr?" She too, is protective of the big metal lug.


A chuff of exhalation comes from him that if it was slightly more energetic it might be a laugh, but for now all it is is a head-shake and a smirk and a small sound. He brushes that thumb along the smooth curve of her foot, along the ball there behind her big toe, pressing against it until there is a faint give of the joint as the tension relaxes. "Fiiine. There's nothing going on between us. Perhaps I just dream very very deeply."
His other hand squeezes along the back of her leg, pressing against the calf muscle and kneading absently as he talks, the massage on auto-pilot as he considers. "But with all the nothing going on between us, I worry that Piotr might get an impression that we're together."
He looks down then at her foot and starts to separate the toes with subtle pressure, causing them each to give under it faintly. "And there might be expectations. Though…" He pauses and then just brushes a hand along her shin, as if sluicing away all the stress and tension, "Maybe I'm not giving him enough credit."


"You're mine." Illyana says, as though it is as simple as that. Perhaps to her, it is. But she recognizes that to most, since they don't have the (dubious) luxury of being raised by demons, that her words may be a bit opaque.

"Ask me to stop, and I'll leave you be." While not prefaced with 'I promise', it holds the taste of one. Illyana can be very careful with her words, and it's often only the trust of those that care for her that makes it work. She can't make herself beholden to anyone because of the way her demonic hierarchies look for weakness to exploit, but the intent is still there. Concessions still offered in intent, if not words.

Illyana's pale blue eyes rest on Caden, the weight of her regard something he can feel. "If Piotr has some sort of issue, I'm sure he'll talk to me about it. The better question is what kind of expectations *you* have, Caden. Am I hurting you?" A slight smirk then. "In ways you haven't offered, at least." 'Hurting' might be a bit strong, but it's the general idea of his suffering for her, even in minor ways.


"Yeah," Caden answers her first statement and then adds, "I have the ows to prove it," Considering the one she last marked him with, it was a form of ownership indeed. But a curiously… voluntary one. He recognizes the aspects of hierarchy needed for her, and he says gently, "I don't want you to stop. I know that in some ways…"
He pauses and cocks his head to the side, then squeezes her foot gently, before he eases that one way and reaches for the other, though she'll have to extend it for him to be able to focus. "That it helps you. And I've always cared for you. On some level." He's being curiously reasonable about it. But then again he's always… been pragmatic and logical about things. S'why he's so decent working with computer systems.
"But I would ask you of the same thing. What do you need and expect of me?" He lets his head loll back a little as if trying to summon the words, "But what do I expect of you? I think I'm entitled nothing except the friendship we've had? And the love we've had as a family to an extent. But I know if you find something else you need to do you won't stop and tell me or worry about me. And I know you likely won't care if someone else wants to be close with me."
There's a pause and he meets her blue eyes, smiles a little. "Am I mistaken?"


There's the amused glitter that lights Illyana's eyes, like sunshine over ice at Caden's mentioning of his 'ows'. The amusement slides away as he continues, but there's a sort of contentment to her. A contentment that is certainly helped along by his soothing touch, and she easily offers over her other foot for him to keep working on.

"I want some… very dark things." Illyana says, the reason for her seriousness clear as she volunteers that up. It's not something she admits to many people. "I like to blame it on Limbo's corruption, my soul being bound to an artifact of blackest magic, but it could just be me." Her shoulders lift in a partial shrug. "If I can amuse myself with lesser things, it takes the edge off of wanting things I don't think those that care for me could forgive." Nothing so simple as kinky bedroom games, but thinks truly Dark and Evil. "It does help. And that you'd give that to me? It helps me to make sure I don't step too far." It's like tricking herself, using her possessive tendencies to protect instead of just harm.

A smile plays over her lips, one of those small, real ones. "You've always been good to me, Caden."

His question gets a thoughtful look. "I expect you to be honest with me. And if I'm hurting you, to let me know." It's pretty easy to tell that by 'hurting' she doesn't mean physically.

His observations get another smile from Illyana, her free foot brushing against him in reassurance. "You're pretty much dead-on. We might run into an issue if whoever you might get involved with takes exception to me. But that would be an issue anyway." As Illyana's friend, Caden's always been 'hers' to an extent. "You're slightly off though. I want to *not* worry about you, because I can trust you'll talk to me if something bothers you."

Illyana's manner is quietly thoughtful for a bit. "I don't connect emotionally with people, for the most part. It's really easy for me to dismiss them as unimportant because I don't *feel* anything for them. It's all academic. Except for those that I have some claim to. Because they're mine, they're important, and I *care*. I can leverage that to more human-like relationships. But it's got it's downsides. Well, not to me but to others." She gives him a wan smile. It's likely more than she's talked about her sort of warped social interactions.


The youth watches her eyes as she speaks, and her lips at times, his gaze following along. There are points where he smiles gently, and then there are points where concern or worry manifest in the greenish brown eyes. He smiles a little just at the corner of his mouth and gives a reassuring squeeze to her foot as he presses one slow caress along the arch of it, as if letting her know that he's there and he cares.
"Thank you, Illyana. For leveling with me. And being honest." He pushes his thumb up along the line of her big toe and then fingertips lightly press upon the top of her foot to compress the muscles there, and then release. "If things change we'll talk. If I fall in love with someone, or if someone falls in love with me, I'll let you know." Since they might well not care for the idea of what passes between them.
"Until then, you're welcome in my bed any time you wish." His smile is warm, a little wry as he adds. "Though I suppose… it's your bed now, isn't it?" What with his being hers. Then she can see the twinkle in his eyes as he adds mischievously, "I mean, the times that Raven and I aren't using it."


The continued touch is soothing. It also makes it easy to tell if one or the other tenses up or is getting uncomfortable or something that might lead to skirting the truth. Caden can tell that Illyana is relaxed, the half-closed eyes giving her an air of contentment. There's a small amount of tension in her, but that comes from being honest. With exposing parts of her that she doesn't let most see. His thanks eases that away and the sigh comes with a pleased sound.

"Honesty I can do. Sometimes too much of it…" She gives a mild smile at the idea of Caden falling in love with someone. Hopefully anyone he cares for will accept that he comes with a clingy demon queen! But. Bridges to cross and all that.

"It's much more important to me that I'm welcome in your life. But it's a nice perk." She can't help but grin as well when he acknowledges, or at least jokes, that it's hers now and she gives him a wink. "I knew you were a smart cookie." She teases.

When he brings up 'Raven', she can't help but snicker, leaning forward a bit as the laughter gets away from her a bit and it keeps going… Eventually she pulls her feet from his lap so she can shift and lean in against him, tucking herself into his side and making a contented sound. "I'll try to be considerate of your clandestine encounters." She notes with some sarcasm.


The shift from her feet in his lap to her curling up close with him is met easily enough, his arm slipping around her and cuddling close. It's curious how in the past she had on some levels intimidated him, the severity, the harshness. But having seen the dark side of her, having seen aspects that hint to the worst, he accepts some level of comfort with it.
A small kiss is given to the top of her head as he murmurs, "It's ok, she's tolerant of my inclinations towards limbo demon queens." That close it's warm, and comfortable in the crook of his arm, his breathing a steady and easy rhythm that is a separate feeling so near in its own thumping beat.
But there's a pause as he looks thoughtful, looking at their reflection in the glass of the window nearby, seeing them seem so… at ease with each other. She can feel him take a breath, his broad chest rising, then easing as he asks her. "Though, I am curious. Must it always be… intense?"
He turns his head toward her, and then softly touches her cheek, as he seeks her eyes, "Or is it alright for us to be gentle with each other?"


Illyana Rasputina's chuckle at Caden's 'inclinations' is more felt than heard. "Well that's big of her." The amusement is clear in her tone.

When Caden seeks her eyes, she leans her head back on his shoulder so she can look at him, and she pushes her brows upwards in teasing sort of surprise. "Aren't we being gentle now?" She points out. It's a clue, perhaps, that she doesn't see the two intimacies as that much different.

"Strong emotions bring out my darker tendencies." Illyana finally admits. "And I don't honestly have enough experience to tell you definitively. Maybe?"

A slight shrug is followed by a siiiiigh. This one is not the sound of a relaxed, contented Illyana, More of a mildly amused and perhaps slightly put-upon Illyana. "Slightly relevant, I suppose, I ran across someone that I think is… interested in me. Without really having any understanding of me." She turns a bit in his lap to look about and, not seeing her phone, she uses a stepping disk to summon it to her. Unlocking it bringing up the texts from Robbie, she hands it over for Caden's perusal.


At first Caden nods and smiles a little, perhaps pleased at the answers granted, then he nods again as she mentions that she doesn't know entirely either. So he answers with a gentle grin, "So sort of like getting to know anyone else, I suppose.
But then she shifts a little and he turns to let her ease about to get at her phone.
"Oh?" Is Caden's response to the idea of someone texting her and he takes the phone to peruse it, casually thumbing through the display. His lip twists a little and he says quietly, "Well. He seems… animated. As far as I can tell."
He hands the phone back and looks at her curiously, "Do you like him?" He asks and then scritches his chin a little. "Or is he… useful?" For some reason that seems like it might be important to Illyana.


"Definitely useful. Potentially." Illyana says without much hesitation as she settles back comfortably against him. "He ended up in Limbo when dealing with one of the demons that had gotten out and was getting into trouble. He was interesting, so I dropped in on him. And he's a friend of someone I know." While Illyana likes Alexander, she doesn't want to claim him as a friend given what he is. But also, because of the power and status he can command, it lets her get away with a 'friendly peers' sort of relationship with the God of Fear.

"But then he, I dunno. Started to decide we were a thing? I tried to explain to him but I don't always know how to talk to humans about stuff like this." And for all that Robbie's soul-bound to Vengeance, she still sees him as very much human in the ways that matter.

"I admit, I was setting it up to imply he was my minion to anyone looking. He seemed to feel that was justification to claim me." Illyana's calm contentment has turned a bit grumpy, but nothing serious. More petulant, maybe.


A small laugh slips from Caden and he gives a small nod, "Yeah, sometimes minions have ideas of their own, the jerks." But he gives her another squeeze and takes a deep breath thoughtfully, "You should probably be honest with him though, as you can be." He turns in his seat to let him rest his chin on her head as he looks past her, gaze distanced thoughtfully.

He falls quiet for a moment and hrmmms again, clearly the wheels turning when he adds, "Maybe he'd still be inclined to help you still, but don't be surprised if he's not quite as… animated about jumping to when called."
He draws back and meets her eyes again, "What are you thinking of doing?"


Illyana Rasputina makes a grumpy sound. "Yeah. Last time I had a minion get an idea, Piotr ended up king of Limbo." Thanks a lot, K'nert.

Another long sigh from the blonde. "I'm *trying*. But you know me, I need to be careful with my words." Like not using words like 'never' or 'always' or 'all'. "And I guess that gives the impression I'm I dunno, being coy?" It doesn't help that Illyana isn't shy about her visual appreciation of someone, and her suggestive teasing can easily be interpreted as flirting.

"Yeah, if he's looking for a girlfriend, I'm a poor candidate." Because she tends to pretty much only take things on her terms. Which can be frustrating for someone looking for a partner. "He kinda dismissed me last night. It was his house, so I let it go. So I dunno. Maybe that was the end of that."

The question has her considering. "I should let him be. People are safer that way." Look at Piotr. Keiko. Sam.


A small smile is there as he listens to her, Caden even gives a nod and lets that sile slip to a smirk when she talks about her as a girlfriend. But he reaffirms the nod and takes a deep breath, then hrmms. "I'm not going to pretend I fully understand the hierarchy of values you have, and how it helps you navigate things socially. But if you do like him, let him know. And lay it out there for him. But…"
Caden brushes a single lock of her hair from her eyes, "Be ready for him to not be okay with it. He's not starting from a good place. Didn't know you before everything. And only knows all this before him. But make sure you're okay with him possibly saying no."
Then he shakes his head and looks away, smiling a little. "Listen to me? Here I am giving advice to a girl that I've cared about for a long time, helping her pursue some other guy. Maybe there's something wrong with me."


"You've always seemed to understand me well enough that I'm not going to worry about trying to teach you the ins and outs of demonic social customs." Illyana says, bringing up one hand so she can trace Caden's smile as it moves into a smirk. Her own lips follow suit, a mirror of his amusement.

As Caden gives her advice, she wrinkles her nose a bit. "I'm not really interested in 'pursuing him'. Just wondering if I should do the 'right' thing and get out of his life completely. I already know I'm not going to be what he wants." And having people she can lean on, like Piotr, Caden, even Keiko makes any interest in a 'relationship' less appealing. She has their steady presence in her life already. What more of consequence could possibly be gained?


At that lingering casual caress along the wry curve of his lips, Caden lets some of the affection he has for her slip into his eyes as he meets her gaze, then looks away rolling them as if she were so difficult. Only for him to turn his head back and lightly catch her hand with his to bring that finger back for him to lightly kiss the tip of it.
His eyes find and hold hers and then he lightly /bites/ it, but then another kiss as if to take the ow away. His smile curls and he says, "Well there are two schools of thought about that."
Caden pulls her closer and then nestles against, his head against hers. "If you think his life could be damaged by contact with us." Since they are a team now, an us in a way. "Then perhaps yes to steer clear of him."
He takes a deep breath as he logically argues the other end. "However, you deny him of his agency, let him make that choice once you are honest with the facts and things. If you don't… then you presume he's stupid or ignorant or uncaring about his own life. So…"
A beat, then he adds, "Yeah."


To some, Illyana can be a bit odd about personal space. Because she can be very cool to those that might infringe upon hers, and brutal if someone goes so far as to touch her without permission as Caden knows. But she'll blithely enter another's space or touch them, and she can seem capricious about who might be OK, and who might be in danger. Of course, that all sort of ties into her sort of one-sided approach to her relationships. Those that she considers hers in some manner get a pass, while others risk limb at the very least. And those closest to her, they're allowed to do things like playful nips and dragging her over and all they get in retaliation is a ghost of a smile as she settles against Caden.

"So even if it might be safer for him, I should let him make that choice." Illyana says, tone thoughtful. She's quiet for a bit before observing to Caden, "I do think he has something of a death wish. He's already died once and he's stuck bound to a serial killer. He has a little brother that he's caring for though." Of course it's Complicated. These things always are.


"He's what?" That's the first thing to slip out of Caden's mouth as he pulls away just enough to look at her again, his eyebrows beetled in the middle of his forehead as he wraps his mind around that. But then some of the things that have passed around them return to his thoughts and the whole idea of death shifts its paradigm a bit.
"I mean, ok. Bound to a serial killer, death wish, died once already…" Caden probably mentally is trying to shift these things around in his mind and fit them to some sort of social equation and no matter how he does so he most likely comes back with a bad result.
"Little brother?" He straightens a little more and then says, "Illy, you know me. I need all the data. Level with me about this guys' story if you have the liberty to do so. But this sounds off."


Illyana Rasputina can't help but chuckle a bit as she watches Caden start to, well, Caden. It's a verb. Honest.

The chuckle doesn't last long though, because Robbie's story isn't particularly cheery. Nothing in Robbie's manner bespoke that he felt it was a secret, and shy of someone demanding confidentiality the blonde isn't one to *not* share information with Caden so she lays out Robbie's story as he told it to her. The street race. The drugs in the car that caused the gang to come after them and the ensuing conflict that ended with Robbie dead and his little brother Gabriel paralyzed. And then the offer from Robbie's dead, cultist, serial killer uncle that's made him into the Ghost Rider, and how he's driven by Vengeance. Which often ends in death at his fiery hands.

As she finishes the story, she lets things lapse into silence and watches Caden's face. She figures he'll need a bit to process. Then she picks back up with her own thoughts. "I'd guess he's lonely. And maybe he took my teasing at our first meeting as flirting. He followed up after 'to prove me wrong' to take me out. I keep thinking I've explained to him I'm not anyone's girlfriend material but I guess I'm not good at dissuading people. Especially if I don't want to just cut them out of my life completely." She had that problem with Doug, too.


Through the tale, Caden listens and he keeps that furrowed eyebrow look as he collates and organizes and then compares it to known patterns. Finding none he starts to compartmentalize the data, connecting to it some values gained over his years and the people he's been exposed to. A fairly decent test sample when you include Xavier in there and the X-Men as well as many of the friends he's made along the way.
Then, she can see when the results are in as she can almost imagine the inner monologue of his and the signal for when it's over when just one eyebrow is left raised.
"Hm," He squeezes her hand gently, thoughtfully, then looks to her and says. "If we look at it from just himself. Then you owe him the freedom to make the choice himself after you level with him how things are. I maintain that."
A breath is taken and then he adds, "What throws it out of whack is his brother. He ummm." Caden lifts a hand and rubs at the back of his neck, "He shouldn't be around his brother. If it's a money issue, then he needs to work to provide something for his brother to be out of the picture of this… sort of life. If it's not a money issue then he's being selfish using him to maintain some connection to normalcy that…"
Caden sits down a little and frowns, "That he may not deserve."


Illyana Rasputina's frown is thoughtful. Caden's well used to that expression. It's there when she's thinking something through. At least it's not loud and annoying like clicking a retractable pen or something.

"That's a pretty heavy judgement." Illyana notes. Which makes some sense, given how close Illyana and Piotr are. "I think that kid might be the only thing keeping him from going full Darkside, but that's not really a good excuse to keep a kid in a dangerous situation." She acknowledges.

The blonde shakes her head. "Maybe you could meet him? Talk to him? You're way more likely to understand the nuances than me." Even her relaying information to Caden is likely stripped of important social and emotional cues that she just doesn't notice. "All kind of aside from *me* being in his life and stuff. I never considered that his brother should be taken out of the equation." Proof that she's just blind in some ways.


"I dunno," Caden says as he scritches his chin thoughtfully, "And yah. If it's what is helping him stay sane that's great but… if he does love the kid he could help him stay sane from somewhere far enough away to be safe." That's one thing Caden has always had fairly well, that moral compass connected to his upbringing. "But we can't use the innocent for our own salvation. They have to be… well… given their freedom and their choice. Sort of like with him."
There's a pause then he tilts his head to the side, "Of course if his brother is old enough and he knows what value he is to his brother and he feels an obligation to help him then well. Can't deny him that. But if he's a little kid or an early teen? Then yeah…"
A puff of air is blown up into his bangs causing the to flutter back but then he looks to her, "It's a difficult situation. And sure I'll talk to him if you think that's wise. But maybe after you've had a chance to set things straight with him. Since if he has no interest in keeping the connection then telling him, 'Oh yeah by the way, you're a selfish ass.' Won't really do good things."


"He's like, ten." Illyana says of Gabe. It's clear from her tone she's not a fan of the thought of them being separated. Not just because of what it might mean for Robbie to loose Gabe, but because Robbie's the only family that Gabe has. The kid isn't going to want to leave. But she also knows that she's selfish and often can't empathize. That's what she's got Caden for, right?? And he's the one advocating it. Definitely not a comfortable spot to be.

Illyana doesn't argue Caden's reasoning, because again, she knows her own takes on it are rather warped. She's able to make herself give others a choice to be hers, though often it's subtle and they don't realize they're making it. Like Koa and Keiko not removing the collars she enchanted to try to ensure they'd survive the strike against Plokta. And sometimes it's made with some… duress. Like when she got Caden to say it.

Caden's suggestion that she talk to him first gets a wry smirk. "OK. So, help me figure out how to 'set things straight'. Because clearly I haven't managed to do that, and I thought I was."


A deep breath is taken, "I know, Yana, and it sucks." It really does, and Caden doesn't like it. "Just… he's partially possessed by a spirit of a serial killer, is beholden to hell, murders a lot of people, and it's feasible things could come back up the line and harm him and his…"
Caden frowns and rubs at the back of his neck, "I mean, I hate the idea of separating a family. Just this is my horrible logical draconian part of my brain talking here. If I knew the details, the people involved, maybe I'd change my mind."
That said he smirks back at her when she asks of him to help set things straight. "Well… for him maybe tell him you don't have any romantic inclinations? Unless you do. But you need to be clear about that. Set boundaries, crush hope, destroy the embers of love. All that stuff." Then he perhaps realizes who he's talking to and he adds, "But, you know, try to do it gently? If you can?" His smile can't help but manifest then.


Illyana Rasputina leans her head back on Caden's shoulder and can't help but smirk at him. "Crush him, but do it gently, hmm?" It's good that Caden isn't given any mixed messages here!

Breathing a sigh out, she nods. "I… like him. He's interesting, amusing, and isn't freaked out by me but at the same time he's just so… clueless." And a part of her definitely wants to take advantage of that. "And maybe he's taking that as a romantic interest." The blonde is Caden's lap wrinkles her nose a bit. "I don't know that he believes me when I say I'm not romantically inclined." She looks back up at Caden and smirks, pale eyes glinting. "At best I'm just possessive."


Chewing his lower lip, Caden lifts his greenish eyes upwards thoughtfully, but then brings them back to her as he shakes his head a little. "I don't know what else to tell you. Sometimes guys don't take no for an answer, and not like in a bad way. They sometimes hold out hope that if they just hang on, if they're there for their love interest, if they're timely and helpful finally. /Finally/ she'll see their value and it'll be happily ever after."
A deep breath is taken, "But that is just… unfair to everyone. So yeah if you are sure, you gotta crush that hope…"
There's a pause, then he tilts his head as if considering the other couple upstairs, "Or, you know, introduce him to your gigantic steel-clad extremely protective older brother." At that he can't hide a smile and leans in to touch a small kiss to her brow.
"Alright?"


Illyana Rasputina shakes her head sigh a sigh. "I'll never understand you people." A pause, and then she clarifies. "Humans." Then she winks, to let him know she's not *entirely* serious. But some stuff… yeah. Talk about your cultural divide. It's not helped by the very real fact she's not entirely human.

The idea of bringing Piotr in gets a soft snort of amusement. "Yeah, I don't think I want someone with Robbie's death wish, and the fact I don't think he *can* die from normal stuff, and ego going head to head with Piotr." That's just a recipe for everyone getting hurt."

With another sigh, Illyana pushes that away. "So. It's still early. We could go dancing." Her lips tremble a bit, as she tries, *tries* not to smirk but it definitely lights her eyes with amusement as she recalls how the last time went.


A snort comes from him as he starts to sliiiide off that couch, easing her to the side amongst the cushions so she isn't /too/ discombobulated by his rising. "Maybe. I have to check my gear and get home, get some jobs running, get some information to Nick, and then… I dunno. We'll see what time it is?"
He starts to step away, but then pauses as if remembering something, as he then turns and kneels before her, drawing her hand into both of his own as he meets her eyes.
"That is, if it please you, my mistress." And as he says that… there is something in the way he says it, the inflection, the smouldering growling intensity there as if whispering secrets about his most dark desires. His greenish golden eyes lower, remaining closed for the space of a heartbeat, two, then he touches his lips to the back of her knuckles.


Illyana Rasputina gives Caden a mock-pout as he lays out all the reasons why they might not do what she wants to.

Before she can give a pithy reply though, Caden's kneeling down. That gets slightly raised brows as he takes her hand and then her eyes narrow consideringly, the blue of her eyes darkening towards sapphire at his tone. Her lips slowly curve into a wicked smirk. "Oh, you are gonna get yourself in SO much trouble…"

Lifting one foot, she puts it against his shoulder and gives a small shove. "Go. Get your stuff and then I'll get you home." Leaning back she shakes her head, chuckling.


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