A/N: If I ever tried to play myself off as sane, this totally blew my cover. That's really all I have to say about this piece.
Genre: General
Pairings: One-sided Lance/Kitty, Kitty/Piotr
Rating: PG-ish
Summary: The house has seen all that has transpired within its walls. It has heard all the sounds emitted from all rooms. The house knows its borders well, knows the four that always come back the best.
Warnings: Wounds, scars, love, hate, self-hate, destiny.
The House Knows
The house has seen it all, heard it all. It knows all about its tenants, all those that have ever come through its doors. The four that were almost always there it knows so well, though; more than any of the females to ever reside in it.
The house knows how one pines for a brunette with the name of a house pet. Knows that he can never forgive her for calling him a "hood", though he cannot quench what he feels deep down. He can not forgive her, nor stop himself from hurting, as he sees her with the Russian boy.
The house knows the biggest one likes to keep things simple. Knows how easily he is confused. Can tell how deep the pain is when everyone mocks him for the girth that is his strength, is the power he was gifted with.
The house knows the youngest one well. Knows each and every scar on his small, abnormally colored skin. Knows those wounds go deeper than he will ever let on. Feels the pain and disgust rolling off of him as he looks into the cracked mirror. Knows as well that he is smart, so good with technology, but never thinks things through. With such little self-respect he lets himself be used, be hurt. Can also tell which wounds are older, from a mother's abandonment, bullies at school, or the cruel words and fists and tail belonging to those they always fight because they chose one side of the war they don't particularly care for.
The house knows the fastest of his tenants. How he acts so smug, and truly can be self-centered. Knows, too, how he hates himself. Yearns for a parent's affection even after all the man has done to him, and all the man has not done with him. Sees the guilt for what he did, and did not do, for his sister, his twin. Can see the stubborn tears the boy refuses to let fall when he obeys the cruel orders demanding betrayal. How he runs in circles, not wanting to get close to the others, not wanting to hurt them. At the same time he wishes to befriend them, feel the love he had been denied. The house knows that though the boy made enemies of everyone, it is because his heart is too big and he knows he will love them if he lets himself. And that would make it all so much harder, nearly impossible.
The other borders come and go, (the blue skinned woman with a loud and commanding voice, the moody multi-color haired girl, the wild blonde, the twin who is not tethered to the place, who may leave whenever she wishes) but these four are eternal. Though two left at one point or another, they came back. Whether they want to be or not, their lives are intertwined. And the house knows all of this, silently observing them grow.
