Pietro was excited. “I live for that reaction.”

"Well good! You just lived a whole lot, huh?" she laughed, brushing her hair behind her ear. 

Misty’s hand slowly fell to her lap, looking over at him. “I mean, if ya want to,” she wipes her hand with a towel on the table, scooting the only other chair in front of her. “I’m sorry you got pulled into all this,” she said softly, rubbing her cheek as if embarrassed. “But ya can always come to me if you need any help, a’right?” She eyes him, trying to get a feel on who he was. Her hopes were too high as if he’d really come back, or even be her friend at all. Abandonment issues got the best of her most of the time. 

"What? No, don’t worry about it." Cameron waves his hand limply at her and walks over to stand beside her chair. His hands reach for the container on the table and his nose immediately wrinkles at the sight once again. Reaching fingers inside, he scoops out a small glob and gently dabs it on the wound. "Just let me know if it hurts." He murmurs, his eyes fixed on the task at hand. 

He smiles faintly at her invitation, his assumption that she would forget him as soon as he was done helping her being proven wrong. “Yeah. Yeah, that sounds great. I’ll remember that.” And he would, though he wonders if that applies to any other time he might want to pop in. “And——I think i’m done.”

"I really 'preciate this.. Honestly. I ain't had nobody around for a long...long time," she looked up at him, then turning to put the lid on the jar. She got out of the chair, walking to the cabinet and putting the mud up. "I must look silly," she said, tuning around, placing her hands on her hips. Her hand slid into the little pocket on her dress, grabbing a string. She tied back her hair, sitting back down. "Wanna go get somethin' to eat? I ain't got much here, though.."

Misty quickly walks over to her little area you would call a “kitchen”. It’s not much, but who needs fancy stuff when you’re all alone? She opened a tall cabinet, and brought out a jar that looked like mud. Before sitting it down onto the table, she washed off her wound gently. “Ow..” her face cringed with every little touch. “It looks gross, but don’t judge. It works,” she said softly, sitting down on her little kitchen chair. “Make yourself at home, darlin.”

Gripping the lid of the jar, it opened with a pop. She reached into it, getting some onto the tips of her fingers, gently patting it onto the gash. 

Cameron stands awkwardly in the middle of the room and watches while she digs around in one of the numerous cabinets. His eyes roam away momentarily and he scans the small room, taking in all of the interesting decor that adorned the walls and counters.

He doesn’t hold back his look of skepticism when she finally produces a container with questionable looking contents inside. Wincing, he sucks air between his teeth as she brings her hand up and spreads the goop onto the wound. He uncrosses his arms and steps forward to offer her a little help. “Are you sure you don’t want me to do that for you?”

Misty's hand slowly fell to her lap, looking over at him. "I mean, if ya want to," she wipes her hand with a towel on the table, scooting the only other chair in front of her. "I'm sorry you got pulled into all this," she said softly, rubbing her cheek as if embarrassed. "But ya can always come to me if you need any help, a'right?" She eyes him, trying to get a feel on who he was. Her hopes were too high as if he'd really come back, or even be her friend at all. Abandonment issues got the best of her most of the time. 

Misty grinned, turning her head towards him. “And what would that be?”

Pietro let himself smirk, pulling Misty into his chest and speeding off. They were at their destination in about 10 seconds. He held onto Misty once he stopped, waiting to see if she got motion sick. It didn’t always happen.

Misty’s eyes were wide with excitement. “Oh my, that was more awesome than findin’ a jar of jelly,” she laughed, looking over at him. “How did you DO that?”

Pietro shrugged. “I’m really fast.”

"Well, obviously!" she laughed, putting her hands on her him. She let out a breath, smiling. "Whew!"

just that Sarah Paulson 

30 Days of Lily Rabe Day 1: First movie/series you saw her in. American Horror Story as Nora Montgomery.

“Witches too? What’s next, vampires? Why can’t we have something normal in this town?”

"It ain't like I can help it," Misty put her hands up, shaking her head. "But I agree with ya."

Misty grinned, turning her head towards him. “And what would that be?”

Pietro let himself smirk, pulling Misty into his chest and speeding off. They were at their destination in about 10 seconds. He held onto Misty once he stopped, waiting to see if she got motion sick. It didn’t always happen.

Misty's eyes were wide with excitement. "Oh my, that was more awesome than findin' a jar of jelly," she laughed, looking over at him. "How did you DO that?"

Misty’s face turned red when he told her to leave it alone, “Well damn. I’m sorry,” she smiled a bit, looking through the low hanging limbs. “Right through here,” she said, moving the branch so they could walk through. Her shack was small, giving the vibe of a little swamp hippie. Flowers were everywhere, as well as herbs and food plants. But, you could barely see any of it in the dark. She walked over to the door, looking around nervously, as if she was scared someone would be waiting on her. Her hand gripped the handle on the door, unlocking it, and walking inside, holding the door for him. “C’mon. Hurry,” her face was filled with worry. 

"I just don’t want it to get infected." Cameron explains, bowing his head to get beneath the branches. His eyes scan the area through the darkness and faintly make out the outline of  a number of plants scattered around the property. It was all very rustic, which was nice in it’s own way, but he couldn’t imagine being out here all alone.

As she fiddles with the lock and commands him to hurry inside, her face suddenly filled with worry, he wonders silently just what is out here. He doesn’t want to wait around to find out, so he steps in ahead of her and into the front room.

Misty quickly walks over to her little area you would call a "kitchen". It's not much, but who needs fancy stuff when you're all alone? She opened a tall cabinet, and brought out a jar that looked like mud. Before sitting it down onto the table, she washed off her wound gently. "Ow.." her face cringed with every little touch. "It looks gross, but don't judge. It works," she said softly, sitting down on her little kitchen chair. "Make yourself at home, darlin."

Gripping the lid of the jar, it opened with a pop. She reached into it, getting some onto the tips of her fingers, gently patting it onto the gash. 

Misty looked at him giving the face as if saying, Really? “Tate, you know I don’t do shit on a daily basis unless there’s important shit ta do,” she said, laughing. She began eating, and taking sips of her tea. She just looked at him, not meaning to stare or anything. He’s just everything she’s ever wanted. 

" Well, I don’t know what because I had a job darling. But We can go out more if you’d like or we can just stay in and Do what makes you happy." Tate grinned brightly, looking at Misty with kind eyes as he sipped his tea, lightly caressing her cheek.

Her cheeks turned rosy, and she smiled softly. "I'd rather lay in bed watching movies and doin' nothin' with you, than be around other people." Misty finished her food, still sipping on the warm tea. "Tate you make the best damn tea I've ever tasted," she laughed, looking over at him. Her hair was messy and ruffled, and still had a couple sleep marks on her cheek. "I love you, darlin'."

"Well," she started, raising her eyebrows, "I know what happened but it’s a long ass story." She tried laughing, but ended up scrunching her face in pain, bringing her small hand up to the wound. "I feel like I owe ya somethin, so I’m goin’ to," she looked over at him, giving a small smile. She knew he wouldn’t understand if she told him, so she’d decided to just stay quiet about it. 

Instead of insisting on being told just what went on, Cameron decides to let the topic go—-for now. Though, honestly, he probably wouldn’t badger her much later on either. “Hey, no touching that wound until we get it cleaned up.” He scolds.

"You don’t have to do anything for me, but if you insist." He supposes arguing with her won’t do much good, so he drops it and decides to accept it gratefully. His eyes scan the area and he silently hopes that they’re near their destination.

Misty's face turned red when he told her to leave it alone, "Well damn. I'm sorry," she smiled a bit, looking through the low hanging limbs. "Right through here," she said, moving the branch so they could walk through. Her shack was small, giving the vibe of a little swamp hippie. Flowers were everywhere, as well as herbs and food plants. But, you could barely see any of it in the dark. She walked over to the door, looking around nervously, as if she was scared someone would be waiting on her. Her hand gripped the handle on the door, unlocking it, and walking inside, holding the door for him. "C'mon. Hurry," her face was filled with worry. 

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