An Evening of Roses
"Kitty!" admonished Rogue. "I've seen the two of ya together, and let me tell you, it's meant ta be. Now go!" She pushed Kitty out into the hallway.
Kitty leaned against the wall and took a couple of deep breaths. 'Okay Pryde," she told herself. 'You are gonna be fine. All this nervousness is ridiculous! Everything will be fine.' Slowly, she began to walk towards the stairs.
Reaching them, she paused at the top and looked down. Pietro was standing by the door with Amara, looking totally hot as usual. Kitty stood there, quivering, about to run back to her room, when Amara called out "Hey look!! There she is!"
Pietro turned and walked over to the bottom of the stairs. "Wow," he said softly. "You look incredible."
Kitty smiled, and somewhat shakily walked down the stairs. "Thank you."
Pietro offered her his arm, which she gratefully took. Now that he was here, she felt a little better. "Well, I guess we're off," she said to Amara.
Amara giggled. "Have fun you two. Have a safe flight!"
As Pietro steered her out the door, Kitty turned to him, surprised. "Are we flying somewhere?"
Pietro grinned at her. "Not exactly." He pulled out a blood red rose. "Here," he said, arranging it in her hair. "Perfect."
Kitty was touched, but also very curious. "Okay, enough of all this secrecy. Where and what is this 'Evening of Roses?!'"
Pietro smirked at her. "Curiosity killed the cat darling. Have patience."
Kitty rolled her eyes. "Ha ha. Very funny."
He checked his watch. "Okay, it's time. Are you ready?"
Kitty nodded excitedly. "I've been ready all day!"
"Then here we go," said Pietro. Before she could react, he scooped her up and ran off. To Kitty, the feeling was indescribable. It was terrifying and thrilling and scary, but safe because she could feel his arms around her.
And then it stopped, just as suddenly as it had started. Pietro set Kitty down gently. She looked around in wonder. They were in the Sahara Desert. The sand was a deep orange gold, and the sky was alive with the beginnings of a sunset. Kitty looked down. There was a path of rose petals and other things that Kitty didn't recognize on the sand. The path was bordered with hundreds of tiny candles. Upon closer inspection, Kitty saw that they were little jars of water with candles floating in them.
Pietro leaned over to her. "Welcome to the Evening of Roses," he whispered. Kitty shivered as she felt his breath on her neck. This was quite possibly the most romantic thing she had ever seen.
"Pietro," she whispered back. "It's--"
"Shh, don't say anything. Come on." He led her along the path of rose petals. It was all Kitty could do to keep from crying. The whole thing was better than she had ever imagined.
At the end of the path, there was a red blanket spread out in the sand. It was surrounded by bigger candles and more rose petals. "Oh," said Kitty, Her voice caught in her throat. "It's...it's beautiful."
"Glad you like it." As they sat down, the sky erupted in magnificent color as the sunset got under way.
Pietro took her hand. Taking a deep breath, he rubbed his thumb up and down on her hand. Kitty looked up at him, unable to tear her eyes away from his face.
"Kitty, you're the first girl that I've ever trusted. And I mean that. It's...not easy for me to truly let people in. I've felt...drawn to you for a long time, but, it was right here, that day that Lance...died, that I realized it for the first time. I love you Kitty. I love you so much. I know that sounds horrible, but when I saw you there crying I just, I just wanted to run over there and make it all go away. It killed me to see you like that."
Kitty was definitely crying now. Silent tears slid down her cheeks. "Oh Pietro. I...I l-love you too. I do...I." she dove into arms.
Pietro could not remember a time in his life when he had been happier than he was right now. She love him back. She loved him back! He was filled with such joyous energy that he had to get up. With a whoop, he took off running. Kitty rolled over on the blanket laughing.
Seconds later he was back. "Well look at this," she teased. "The infamous Pietro Maximoff made so happy by a girl. I thought it was usually the other way around."
Pietro shrugged. "What can I say. You're the one for me."
Kitty giggled. "Well I'm glad."
Sitting back down again, Pietro pulled out a CD player. "Okay, time for part two." He moved so that he was sitting behind her and she could lean back against him. He pressed play, and hauntingly beautiful music came out of the speakers.
Erev shel shoshanim
"Evening of Roses," Pietro translated in her ear.
Ney tse na ha bus tan
"Let us go out to the grove."
Mor bes a mim u le vo na
"Myrrh, fragrant spices, and incense,"
Le ra glech mif tan
"Are a threshold for your feet."
Lai la lai la yo red
"Night falls slowly,"
Sho shan nosh va
"And the wind of roses is blowing."
Ha va el chash lach shir ba lat
"Let me whisper you a song, secretly,"
Ah a ha va
"A song of love." Kitty shivered at the tenderness in his voice.
Sha char ho ma yo na
"Dawn, a dove is cooing."
Ro shech ma ley t'la lim
"Your hair is covered with dew."
Pich el ha bo ker sho sha na
"Your mouth is a rose unto the morning."
Ek te fey nu
"I will pick it for myself."
The music faded away slowly. 'Pietro has to be the most romantic boy in the whole world,' thought Kitty deliriously. She turned around. "Pietro," said Kitty with complete confidence. "You are the only boy I will ever love." Their lips met in delicious kiss after delicious kiss. And in that moment, Kitty possessed and lost the whole world and everything in it, and was left with the feeling and the knowledge, which is love, that no matter how we give ourselves, we always end up losing. That to love is to lose, the moment we agree to the bargain. And, as humans, we keep standing there wanting to lose more.
Later, as they lay entwined in each other's arms, Kitty thought to herself. 'This my destiny. This the way my life was meant to turn out.' That made her smile. 'All of the hardship, the pain, the frustration, was worth it just to have this night.' She looked up at the sky. It was a vast, endless expanse, magnified because she was in the desert. The stars twinkled down at her. 'I love you Lance,' she said silently. 'You will always be one of my best friends.' Somehow she knew that whatever happened to her, she would be alright. She could handle it. Because she finally was the person that she'd always wanted to be. Kitty realized now that she didn't need to change her look to be taken seriously. The change was an internal one, and she had made it. She glanced at her watch: 12:01 am. 'This,' she thought. 'Is the first day of the rest of my life.'
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THE END.
It is 1:24 in the afternoon, and I have just finished the final chapter of Erev Shel Shoshanim. This is sad, I feel kind of like crying. *sniffs* I can't believe it's over.
All of my reviewers, I LOVE you guys. This was my first X-Men Evolution fic, and you guys were awesome. Really, I totally appreciated every review.
And you finally know what Erev Shel Shoshanim is! It's this really pretty song that I sang with my school choir for our fall concert. I, being a hopeless romantic, fell in love with it right away and started having these desert fantasies. Hence the idea for the last chapter. lol.
The whole process was such an experience. My original vision was totally different from what it turned out to be. It's amazing the changes it went through. But I like it, and I hope you guys enjoyed reading it.
Now, as for my next fic, what pairing should it be? Let me know what you think in your reviews.
And so, with a heavy heart, I let Erev Shel Shoshanim sink into the recesses of fanfiction.net. (Can you tell that I am a very dramatic person? lol)
Thank you all again.
Farewell,
~Druid-Priestess~
"Kitty!" admonished Rogue. "I've seen the two of ya together, and let me tell you, it's meant ta be. Now go!" She pushed Kitty out into the hallway.
Kitty leaned against the wall and took a couple of deep breaths. 'Okay Pryde," she told herself. 'You are gonna be fine. All this nervousness is ridiculous! Everything will be fine.' Slowly, she began to walk towards the stairs.
Reaching them, she paused at the top and looked down. Pietro was standing by the door with Amara, looking totally hot as usual. Kitty stood there, quivering, about to run back to her room, when Amara called out "Hey look!! There she is!"
Pietro turned and walked over to the bottom of the stairs. "Wow," he said softly. "You look incredible."
Kitty smiled, and somewhat shakily walked down the stairs. "Thank you."
Pietro offered her his arm, which she gratefully took. Now that he was here, she felt a little better. "Well, I guess we're off," she said to Amara.
Amara giggled. "Have fun you two. Have a safe flight!"
As Pietro steered her out the door, Kitty turned to him, surprised. "Are we flying somewhere?"
Pietro grinned at her. "Not exactly." He pulled out a blood red rose. "Here," he said, arranging it in her hair. "Perfect."
Kitty was touched, but also very curious. "Okay, enough of all this secrecy. Where and what is this 'Evening of Roses?!'"
Pietro smirked at her. "Curiosity killed the cat darling. Have patience."
Kitty rolled her eyes. "Ha ha. Very funny."
He checked his watch. "Okay, it's time. Are you ready?"
Kitty nodded excitedly. "I've been ready all day!"
"Then here we go," said Pietro. Before she could react, he scooped her up and ran off. To Kitty, the feeling was indescribable. It was terrifying and thrilling and scary, but safe because she could feel his arms around her.
And then it stopped, just as suddenly as it had started. Pietro set Kitty down gently. She looked around in wonder. They were in the Sahara Desert. The sand was a deep orange gold, and the sky was alive with the beginnings of a sunset. Kitty looked down. There was a path of rose petals and other things that Kitty didn't recognize on the sand. The path was bordered with hundreds of tiny candles. Upon closer inspection, Kitty saw that they were little jars of water with candles floating in them.
Pietro leaned over to her. "Welcome to the Evening of Roses," he whispered. Kitty shivered as she felt his breath on her neck. This was quite possibly the most romantic thing she had ever seen.
"Pietro," she whispered back. "It's--"
"Shh, don't say anything. Come on." He led her along the path of rose petals. It was all Kitty could do to keep from crying. The whole thing was better than she had ever imagined.
At the end of the path, there was a red blanket spread out in the sand. It was surrounded by bigger candles and more rose petals. "Oh," said Kitty, Her voice caught in her throat. "It's...it's beautiful."
"Glad you like it." As they sat down, the sky erupted in magnificent color as the sunset got under way.
Pietro took her hand. Taking a deep breath, he rubbed his thumb up and down on her hand. Kitty looked up at him, unable to tear her eyes away from his face.
"Kitty, you're the first girl that I've ever trusted. And I mean that. It's...not easy for me to truly let people in. I've felt...drawn to you for a long time, but, it was right here, that day that Lance...died, that I realized it for the first time. I love you Kitty. I love you so much. I know that sounds horrible, but when I saw you there crying I just, I just wanted to run over there and make it all go away. It killed me to see you like that."
Kitty was definitely crying now. Silent tears slid down her cheeks. "Oh Pietro. I...I l-love you too. I do...I." she dove into arms.
Pietro could not remember a time in his life when he had been happier than he was right now. She love him back. She loved him back! He was filled with such joyous energy that he had to get up. With a whoop, he took off running. Kitty rolled over on the blanket laughing.
Seconds later he was back. "Well look at this," she teased. "The infamous Pietro Maximoff made so happy by a girl. I thought it was usually the other way around."
Pietro shrugged. "What can I say. You're the one for me."
Kitty giggled. "Well I'm glad."
Sitting back down again, Pietro pulled out a CD player. "Okay, time for part two." He moved so that he was sitting behind her and she could lean back against him. He pressed play, and hauntingly beautiful music came out of the speakers.
Erev shel shoshanim
"Evening of Roses," Pietro translated in her ear.
Ney tse na ha bus tan
"Let us go out to the grove."
Mor bes a mim u le vo na
"Myrrh, fragrant spices, and incense,"
Le ra glech mif tan
"Are a threshold for your feet."
Lai la lai la yo red
"Night falls slowly,"
Sho shan nosh va
"And the wind of roses is blowing."
Ha va el chash lach shir ba lat
"Let me whisper you a song, secretly,"
Ah a ha va
"A song of love." Kitty shivered at the tenderness in his voice.
Sha char ho ma yo na
"Dawn, a dove is cooing."
Ro shech ma ley t'la lim
"Your hair is covered with dew."
Pich el ha bo ker sho sha na
"Your mouth is a rose unto the morning."
Ek te fey nu
"I will pick it for myself."
The music faded away slowly. 'Pietro has to be the most romantic boy in the whole world,' thought Kitty deliriously. She turned around. "Pietro," said Kitty with complete confidence. "You are the only boy I will ever love." Their lips met in delicious kiss after delicious kiss. And in that moment, Kitty possessed and lost the whole world and everything in it, and was left with the feeling and the knowledge, which is love, that no matter how we give ourselves, we always end up losing. That to love is to lose, the moment we agree to the bargain. And, as humans, we keep standing there wanting to lose more.
Later, as they lay entwined in each other's arms, Kitty thought to herself. 'This my destiny. This the way my life was meant to turn out.' That made her smile. 'All of the hardship, the pain, the frustration, was worth it just to have this night.' She looked up at the sky. It was a vast, endless expanse, magnified because she was in the desert. The stars twinkled down at her. 'I love you Lance,' she said silently. 'You will always be one of my best friends.' Somehow she knew that whatever happened to her, she would be alright. She could handle it. Because she finally was the person that she'd always wanted to be. Kitty realized now that she didn't need to change her look to be taken seriously. The change was an internal one, and she had made it. She glanced at her watch: 12:01 am. 'This,' she thought. 'Is the first day of the rest of my life.'
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THE END.
It is 1:24 in the afternoon, and I have just finished the final chapter of Erev Shel Shoshanim. This is sad, I feel kind of like crying. *sniffs* I can't believe it's over.
All of my reviewers, I LOVE you guys. This was my first X-Men Evolution fic, and you guys were awesome. Really, I totally appreciated every review.
And you finally know what Erev Shel Shoshanim is! It's this really pretty song that I sang with my school choir for our fall concert. I, being a hopeless romantic, fell in love with it right away and started having these desert fantasies. Hence the idea for the last chapter. lol.
The whole process was such an experience. My original vision was totally different from what it turned out to be. It's amazing the changes it went through. But I like it, and I hope you guys enjoyed reading it.
Now, as for my next fic, what pairing should it be? Let me know what you think in your reviews.
And so, with a heavy heart, I let Erev Shel Shoshanim sink into the recesses of fanfiction.net. (Can you tell that I am a very dramatic person? lol)
Thank you all again.
Farewell,
~Druid-Priestess~