illyana rasputin is a lesbian.txt
Illyana waited for Kitty in their dorm. Sweat filled her palms. She focused on slowing her breathing, and went over her script one more time: Katya, I have romantic feelings for you. If you do not feel the same, hope that we can still be friends.
Kitty came in, blushing. “Illyana! I need to talk to you.”
“I—really? I have something to tell you too, Katya—”
“Can I go first? This has been bothering me all day.”
Hope surged in Illyana's chest. “Go ahead.”
“I...I think I still have feelings for your brother.”
Illyana smiled. “Is that so?”
“Yeah...It's so embarrassing. But what were you going to say?”
She swallowed. “Oh, I—I think he likes you too.”
Kitty raised her eyebrows and smiled. “Really?”
“Yeah. He won't stop talking about you.”
“You're just saying that.”
“I'm not. I think he really likes you.”
Kitty smiled. “Should I go talk to him...?”
Illyana treasured it. “I think he's still in his room.”
Kitty hugged her.“Thank you, Illyana. You're such a good friend.” She waved as she left. “Love you!”
Illyana heaved. Love you. She would not cry, she would not cry.
I love you too.
Illyana stood over her brother, casting a shadow on his face. She laid his fingers on him gently. “Piotr.”
“Snowflake?” He turned to face her. “It's late. Why aren't you in bed?”
She sat on the end of his bed, and spoke in Russian. “I need to ask you about Katya.”
He sat up. “Katya?”
She nodded. “You care for her, don't you?” She thought of her smile.
“Yes.”
“You want to protect her.” Her laugh.
“Of course.”
“You want to be with her always.” Her touch.
“...Yes.”
“Do you love her?”
There was a long pause. He spoke her thoughts. “I do.”
Illyana stood, and faced him with an empty expression. “Then promise me you will never hurt her.”
“Snowflake—Illyana—”
“I love—I love her dearly, Piotr.” She remedied her sentence when she saw his eyes widen. “She is my friend. You must treat her like she is all you have.”
“Of course, I—You know I'd never hurt her. What makes you think I would?”
Envy. “I don't know.”
“Her happiness means everything to me.”
“Good.”
He watched her open his bedroom door. “...Goodnight, snowflake.”
She left with no reply.