Gathering Post - 5/7-5/15

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WEATHER || LONDONIST || BBC NEWS

(Rather than write the same vague drivel, here is a pretty gif to inspire you, a link to the weather for the week, and a link to londonist, a great resource for all things London related. As always this post is open all week. Tag in, tag others, check back often!)

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[cold_blueeyes]

Since John was out for the day, Bobby saw no reason to hang around the house alone, so he headed out not long after to run some errands. He did not expect to run into John on his travels around the city, and when he did, he didn't realize it at first. He glanced at the blond casually, and the sight triggered something, a memory, that had him stopping in his tracks with a frown. He took a second, closer look, and--"...John?" Yeah, that was definitely his fiance, complete with the hairstyle he'd worn when he'd been working for Magneto. It was jarring, the clash of emotions that it summoned up within him.

[prodigalflame]

John had finished at the gallery, and was walking along the street, head down, hands in his pocket. Some of the initial confidence had left him and the reality of what he looked like, who he looked like, had settled deep in his bones. He wasn't even entirely sure of the reflection he saw when he glanced in shop windows.

Hearing that familiar voice, he glanced up and came to a stop a few feet away from Bobby, all poleaxed and surprised for a moment before he gathered himself. Once they'd stood in another street in another country and Pyro's hair had been just like this, his mouth a sneer, his words barbs.

But that was then, and this was....now. "Hey," John said with an awkward shrug. "I was gonna surprise you when I got home. You like?"

[cold_blueeyes]

"Uh." Bobby kept staring, at a loss for words for a few moments before shaking his head. "Sorry, it's just unexpected," he explained, summoning up a smile. "It looks good." And it did, just as it had the first time he'd seen Pyro wearing it. He almost expected John to start hurling insults--or flames. "So...what made you decide to do that?"

[prodigalflame]

The question set John's teeth on edge a little - I did this and you don't even remember why? - but he swallowed down his disappointment without showing a sign of it. Hey, faking a smile and going along to get along was practically his strength these days.

"...When you were completely stoned on medication in the hospital, you told me you thought it had looked hot." John shrugged. "I wanted to do something special for you, because you've been...so focused on healthy lately."