03-15-2025, 11:07 PM
Rogue.<br><br>Out of all the X-Men, Peter was close with the few who had come back whom he'd been friends with growing up, back when they were young X-Men themselves. Rogue he was proud to proclaim among them, and if anyone could appreciate a work of art it was her. She'd always been the sharpest of the bunch of them---certainly more than him, he recognized---and that perceptiveness had saved the day on occasion. Just like the rest of them, she was a person who deserved friends; it was human nature.<br><br><!-- |start_speech| --><span class='ic_speech'><span>??</span> <i>Da, always before seven.</i> <span>??</span></span><!-- |end_speech| --> It was barely half past six in the morning, Peter noted as he checked his watch. Workout didn't start until ten, which meant he had some time to kill. The painting at the moment could wait for another sunrise, though the colors most likely would never be the same as they were then. A quick pick up of the brush and he added one more stroke of color, nodding to himself. Finished. He looked to Rogue then, <!-- |start_speech| --><span class='ic_speech'><span>??</span> <i>You are not disturbing. Plenty of room for the two of us. You may enjoy painting as I have.</i> <span>??</span></span><!-- |end_speech| --> And that was saying something. Peter chuckled to himself, crossing his arms as he looked out to the sunrise once more.<br><br>The colder it got outside, the later the sun would rise. It being only half past six meant the autumn months were well on their way. That, and the leaves were going to start changing soon. One more thing for him to paint once it came around. Colossus may have lived up to his namesake but his heart always lie elsewhere, away from the physical brawn he brought to the table and instead focused on the intelligence he did have. That most people overlooked, of course. But he was starting to recognize his talents and other people were, too. Art was a marvelous thing; it allowed people from all walks of life to communicate on a basic level. Through impression, expression, and the revelation of feelings some didn't recognize in themselves until they had seen that <i>one</i> work which resonated with their soul.<br><br>Deep, but effectively a conversation killer.<br><br>Peter tilted his head, directing his attention back to Rogue after he enjoyed the sunrise a moment with her. <!-- |start_speech| --><span class='ic_speech'><span>??</span> <i>Why could you not sleep? Bad dreams?</i> <span>??</span></span><!-- |end_speech| -->