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fangedfirecracker:

"It is what it is. I can’t change it, so might as well make the most of it." She shrugged as her hands found her way into her pockets. "Hey, might as well use that whole eternity bit to do the most good."

That brought a smile, soft in an almost pitying sort of way. She couldn’t imagine having to live forever. She didn’t think she would want to. “That is a very good way to look at it. Most people would not take such a positive outlook. I daresay I think many might give in and become a monster, simply because they think they must. I suppose you are still fighting for mutants, though, since you were one?” Are one? She wasn’t sure which.

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bamfsback:

"A fluke of happenstance, an illusion, or both, I assure you." Kurt laughs, his tail still dancing near his feet. It isn’t very still. Maybe that’s his compromise. “Yes, the bottom thing has become an unfortunate necessity in the modern age; one’s students don’t particularly see the point in sitting properly if their teacher doesn’t, naturalisch.”

His whole face scrunches up when Margali pushes his hair behind his ear, but it isn’t an unpleasant or even an uncomfortable expression, more fond with hints of ‘augh that tickles’. He lets her do it, in any case, which is more he might have allowed some other people given his ear is involved.

Instead of objecting, he laughs a little, looking briefly at the socks in his hands. “I think you may be giving my son too little credit but we should keep it that way, I think he likes having a Nanna who adores him. I think you are right about your Kurt, though. He is a very upstanding young man, if it isn’t too strange for me to say that.” At the topic of engagement, his tail curls into a complicated little loop before he straightens it out again. “Perhaps,” Kurt says, tone softer and slightly more breathy now, “I can only pray I will be so lucky.”

She had to laugh at that. She could only imagine the difficulties his mother had gone through to get him to sit properly as a child - she remembered the issues she’d had with Kurti - and now, here he was, years later, finally and begrudgingly sitting because he had to try and keep kids in their chairs. It was almost ironic.

"Well, I still feel I haven’t gotten to know him as well as I would like. I like having a grandson who adores me. I find I rather like being a Nanna." She smiles, sitting back in her chair and crossing her legs. She tosses her dark, graying curls over her shoulder with a flick of her head. "I think it is perfectly fine for you to compliment him. You two may look alike and have the same name, but you aren’t the same people. I am proud of him, though, for so many things.” It would take awhile to name them all, so she doesn’t even try. Kurt probably gets the idea, anyway. 

"Well," Her head tilts toward him, green eyes still sparkling with a bit of motherly meddling, and nudges him with her foot. "Are you planning on asking her any time soon? Or even just trying to get a feel for how she views the idea of marriage and might respond?”

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margaliszardos:

She smiled in good humor. “It’s not a mutation, dear, but I can see why you might think that. I am very well, and how are you?”

"Oh! Apologies, it comes from working at the school for most of the time - one’s head tends to become subsumed with it all. I’m very well, thank you for asking." He offered a paw, smiling brightly. "Doctor Henry McCoy, but please, call me Hank, madam."

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"It’s quite all right. Very nice to meet you, Hank. I am Margali Szardos." She took his paw in her hand, a pleasant smile also on her face. "You work at the Jean Grey School, too?"

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margaliszardos:

At the comparison, she laughs. “I guess you are more like me than I realized, although you could never sit still because you had enough energy to power a train. I couldn’t because I had three kids to raise, a house to keep, and a circus to run! I cherished every peaceful moment I got, but I was usually interrupted by one child or another calling ‘mama’!” It may have been tough at times, but she doesn’t regret a minute of it. She loves her kids and her circus, and she would do it all over again if she had to. “But I am thankful for the break, and I am proud.” Mostly. “I have a husband to look after now, and a larger house to keep. Honestly, I think if I didn’t have something to do, I would go insane!” 

"Aw!" She coos, enjoying the pictures. "He looks just like you! My goodness, he is so cute! Oh, and his mama is a beautiful young lady. And there’s Brian!" She looks at him with a smile. "What a beautiful family you have, Kurt. I hope you are proud.” She means it.

Well, you could always come visit us next year, at least for a little while. I’m sure you would all want to have Christmas at home, but you’re welcome to come. I know Kurti adores you, and he really wants the chance to become friends with Brian.” Jimaine was a little weirded out by the prospect of two Kurts, but she could manage. Avel had no objections, either. It was hard to rattle that man. “Brian should go, though. They are beautiful. One of my favorite things about Germany.” There were a few reasons this French-born Romani woman had somewhat settled in Germany, or at least as much as a traveler could settle. She had simply fallen in love with the place.

"You do more more credit than I’m due, perhaps, to say that in the past tense as if I’m any good at sitting still now.” Kurt laughs, light-heartedly. His body’s done a respectable job so far, today. His tail, less so, but he’s been mostly letting it play riot around his feet, trying to express his contentment while being half-pinned against the chair.

"I am." This, Kurt says to her hopes that he is proud. It isn’t a crowing, boastful tone. He sounds very subdued, almost hushed, his expression having gone wistful. The smile he offers doesn’t show his teeth but it’s no less warm for it. Maybe it’s more authentic this way. "I am very proud of them. Very aware of how little cause I have to be proud of them…but very proud of them. I love them very much.”

There is a contemplative look he gives Margali a moment later, rubbing at his chin. “Perhaps we shall. It is a long way from now, one never knows what life will throw at them…if we visited would Katzchen be welcome also? She is Jewish but she has such a passion for the pageantry of Christmas. I don’t pretend to understand it but I’m hardly going to object to it, either. It makes that time of year especially special. I am quite fond of your Kurti too, as it stands. I worry Brian chafes his sensibilities a little, but I’m sure they’re both adult enough to get around that.”

She laughs with him. “Well, you’re sitting still now, aren’t you? And on your bottom, too!” Although she doesn’t doubt that he probably still crouches on chairs instead of actually sitting in them, but she sees fit to give praise where praise is due.

Sitting close enough to see the pictures on his phone, she can’t help but reach out and touch him, to tuck a stray curl behind a pointed ear and trace the back of one finger down his soft cheek. “I’m glad.” She smiles, and means it. There really is no doubt where Kurt learned that affection means touch.

"No, no we do not, but of course she would be welcome. Who knows, perhaps by then you two will be engaged, hmmm?" There’s a mischievous twinkle in her green eyes as she says this. "Oh, I do not think Brian is a bad influence on Kurti. I don’t think they’ve really been around each other that much for either one to rub off on the other. Who knows, maybe if they spent more time together, but I think Kurt, at least, is mature enough to know when something is a bad idea." She pauses, before amending, "Well, most of the time he does."

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fangedfirecracker:

margaliszardos:

"Really?" Her eyebrows raised in surprise. "And how in the world did you manage two sets of abilities?” She had heard of secondary mutations, but this sounded a bit different from that. She did, however, smile at the young woman’s last statement. “It’s never worth it, anyway, is it? Good for you. So many people would use their power to take out their hurt on someone else. No wonder you’re an X-Man. It seems most of you share those kind of values.” 

"Eh—" She started with an apprehensive shrug. "—the second set wasn’t exactly a mutation so much as me making a stupid life choice. Well, it wasn’t entirely my call. It’s really jus’ this whole happened at a bad time in my life an’ I—" It’s not like it isn’t common knowledge around here anyway, Jubilee. “I’m a vampire? That’s my second set of powers. I still share the same values from before though. I don’t like hurting people, I’d much rather save them.”

"Oh." She wouldn’t lie. Vampires were not something she was entirely too fond of, but this one seemed all right. She must have been if the X-Men didn’t deem her too much of a threat to let live, but then again, she was one of their own. “Well, that is unfortunate.”

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positivelybeastly:

margaliszardos:

"Don’t mind the horns. I’m not about to headbutt you, I promise."

"Not a worry, I know the perils of physical mutation all too well. How do you do?"

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She smiled in good humor. “It’s not a mutation, dear, but I can see why you might think that. I am very well, and how are you?”

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fangedfirecracker:

margaliszardos:

"That also seems to be pretty common. I know Kurti thinks of these people as his family." It had been a slip to call him by his childhood nickname, but there was no taking it back. Knowing him, he wouldn’t be embarrassed by it. Hardly anything fazed the man. "And what are those powers, if you don’t mind my asking?" Surely, the X-Men could have spared a thirteen-year-old child, but she decided to let that go. The girl had obviously survived and it was really none of Margali’s business. She did have such a tendency to stick her nose where it didn’t belong, though.

Kurti. She tried not to smirk at hearing the name, but the sentiment was certainly true, and she definitely counted Kurt as family. Hell there weren’t many here who she didn’t count as that. “Oh, well I’ve had two different sets of powers actually, but I guess you’re meaning back then. I could detonate matter at a subatomic level. I was pretty powerful but I didn’t like using my powers to their full extent, not a fan of hurting people.” 

"Really?" Her eyebrows raised in surprise. "And how in the world did you manage two sets of abilities?” She had heard of secondary mutations, but this sounded a bit different from that. She did, however, smile at the young woman’s last statement. “It’s never worth it, anyway, is it? Good for you. So many people would use their power to take out their hurt on someone else. No wonder you’re an X-Man. It seems most of you share those kind of values.” 

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bamfsback:

All Kurt has to say further on the topic of Brian and possible manipulations for the boy’s own good is a fond, slightly sad little smile. His eyes are back on the pirate socks, like maybe he’s considering putting them on right now. Apparently he decides against it, but he continues to move one thumb in slow circles over the soft fabric.

Ach, and people wonder why I cannot stay still.” He teases Margali, fangs showing in a flash of a smile. It’s less sad this time. “Always needing something to do, to be making or fixing something with your hands. I think it is okay for you to take a break, Mama. You deserve it. I know you have worked very hard to keep the caravan together and make it successful. I hope you are proud of that.” Kurt says the last sentence without a hint of irony or bitterness.

However, there’s something about the way his face changes, that lights up when she asks if he has pictures of Jack. He clearly adores babies too, especially blue babies. “Of course I have pictures of him, I know I am very new to this Opa thing but I would be a pretty poor one if I didn’t have any pictures…here.”

Kurt’s tail has snaked around to liberate his phone from whatever pocket. He makes a few deft swipes over its screen and promptly has a picture folder pulled up duly marked ‘Jack’. There are a lot of pictures of the baby, from clearly just after his birth to more recent. Some of the pictures clearly weren’t taken by Kurt as he appears in them. At least one of them involves Nightcrawler shirtless and asleep on a recliner, a diaper-clad Jack asleep on his chest with stubby little tail curled around his grandfather’s wrist. “I am glad to hear you had a nice Christmas too. I keep meaning to go home for one of the Weihnachtsmarkte  but I never seem to get around to it. Maybe next year, when we are not all anticipating the arrival of a new elf. Brian’s never been.”

At the comparison, she laughs. “I guess you are more like me than I realized, although you could never sit still because you had enough energy to power I train. I couldn’t because I had three kids to raise, a house to keep, and a circus to run! I cherished every peaceful moment I got, but I was usually interrupted by one child or another calling ‘mama’!” It may have been tough at times, but she doesn’t regret a minute of it. She loves her kids and her circus, and she would do it all over again if she had to. “But I am thankful for the break, and I am proud.” Mostly. “I have a husband to look after now, and a larger house to keep. Honestly, I think if I didn’t have something to do, I would go insane!” 

"Aw!" She coos, enjoying the pictures. "He looks just like you! My goodness, he is so cute! Oh, and his mama is a beautiful young lady. And there’s Brian!" She looks at him with a smile. "What a beautiful family you have, Kurt. I hope you are proud.” She means it.

Well, you could always come visit us next year, at least for a little while. I’m sure you would all want to have Christmas at home, but you’re welcome to come. I know Kurti adores you, and he really wants the chance to become friends with Brian.” Jimaine was a little weirded out by the prospect of two Kurts, but she could manage. Avel had no objections, either. It was hard to rattle that man. “Brian should go, though. They are beautiful. One of my favorite things about Germany.” There were a few reasons this French-born Romani woman had somewhat settled in Germany, or at least as much as a traveler could settle. She had simply fallen in love with the place.

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