Illyana, stressed and tense, lays out on the couch with her knees bent and her feet pressed into the back cushions. With a soft sound of approving acknowledgment, she gladly moves her arm up for Lockheed to snuggle in and then curls it around the little dragon to hold him to her. She lets her eyes flutter closed then, the feeling of familiarity bringing in a sense of comfort that puts her more at ease and she can feel herself becoming less tense with each stroke of Kitty’s fingers through her silky blonde hair.
"You wanna talk about it, or just lay here a bit first?" Kitty asks her, though her money is very firmly on the latter. Still, voicing her troubles always makes her feel better, and although Illyana is different to her in that department, she thinks that maybe this time, or one day, it might be different. And it’s a nice option to have when most people are too caught up in their own problems to want to have anything to do with anyone else’s. "Ooooor, I know where Logan keeps his whiskey."
Illyana grins at the last suggestion before it’s even fully out of the other woman’s mouth. The blonde has heard that “ooooor” so many times that she knows what ever follows it is going to be the more interesting, fun or bad suggestion. Kitty knows Illyana can next to never turn those kinds of suggestions down and she doesn’t become any less predictable with her response, “Do we have vodka?”
Send me "What did you just call me?" and I will generate a number from 1-40 for what my muse will have called yours.
“And I get to call you princess, also.
❝ I don’t know how my Katya is
going to feel about other people
using that name. ❞
"I’m starving, okay? And so is Nadya."
"Well, the food is also for our child. Look, it’s still there!"
❝ Did you really think I’d let
someone take your food? ❞