kitty pryde is pansexual.txt
Kitty walked into their room, and wiped her cheek, as if her own nervousness could be rubbed off. “Illyana! I need to talk to you.”
“I—really? I have something to tell you too, Katya—”
She spoke like she'd forgotten how. “Can I go first? This has been bothering me all day.”
Illyana smiled, and Kitty thought remember this. “Go ahead.”
Kitty inhaled. She was born a mutant. She was raised into Judaism. She loved these parts of herself, but that had taken so long—too long, and it had left her weak. Too weak to go through with this.
Kitty exhaled. “I...I think I still have feelings for your brother.”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah...It's so embarrassing.” She tried not to blush. “But what were you going to say?”
“Oh, I—I think he likes you too.”
Kitty feigned surprise. “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. She remembered reading somewhere that pretending to smile actually makes you happier, and wondered why it wasn't working. “Should I go talk to him...?”
Illyana smiled back, and she was so beautiful, like a seashell the ocean made just for her. “I think he's still in his room.”
Kitty hugged her, for a moment too long. “Thank you, Illyana. You're such a good friend.” She waved as she left. “Love you!”
She took three steps out of her bedroom door and fell against a wall.
I love you.
Piotr looked up from a drawing. He closed it quickly, and she knew without looking that it was of her. “K-Katya?” He said. “What is it?”
She rubbed her eyes. “Sorry.” She kept her gaze on the door. “I don't know what I'm—I don't have anywhere else to go.”
He moved his pencils aside and motioned for her to sit. “Please—I am your friend, let me help you.”
She sat down reluctantly. “I know you don't want me to be.”
He recoiled. “I—That is not my decision to make.”
“It is, kind of. Half of it.”
“A half is not a whole.” His eyes darted across her face. “Unfortunately.”
She sighed. “I don't know how to feel about you. Part of me wonders if I...” She cut herself short.
“You what...?”
I only want you for your sister.
“If I still love you.”
Piotr's skin turned to steel. Kitty laughed. He reverted back to his human form, and blushed. “I—Sorry, Katya—I am not—”
She laid her head on his shoulder. “No. I'm sorry. I don't mean to lead you on, I just...I'm unsure of a lot of things right now. I don't have anyone to talk to.”
Piotr nodded. “While I am prepared to support you any way I can, I would definitely prefer you tell me how you feel sooner than later.”
Kitty heard a vague belittlement in his voice. Parts of her loved him still, but she found herself longing for blonde hair and hellfire. “Thank you.” She said morosely.
“Will you be alright?”
She closed her eyes, held on to Illyana's outline, her every detail—then let go. “I think so.” She mumbled.