Tommy Shepherd

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Her smile broadens as he speaks his truth. She’s forgets he is raised differently though she supposes, Emma and Jean would have more clout. Though Jean holds power, she does not harness the will to rule and that much she knew. Emma does but her love for Scott sways her. Everyone has a weakness. 

She crosses her arms she wants to tut him to remind him that she too has mental issues but then wonders if Wanda is the world has the luck to not? She shrugs as she listens to him once more. She clicks her tongue. ❝ If you disappoint me it’s because I know you’re trying to, ❞ she says with a wave of her hand. The truth is she never gets to raise her children long enough to be disappointed in them. Perhaps until then, but for now being in their presence instills happiness.

❝  Lunch?  ❞ she asks thinking about it.  ❝ Yes lunch sounds find, gives us plenty of time to catch up,  ❞ she says and the truth is there is very much to ❛ catch up ❜ on. 

“Perfect! What are you feeling? I’m feeling Hungarian~” he sways softly.  “Believe me. Gramps seems pretty pissed off with me all the time as it is. It’s not that hard.” He says it, but sometimes his mouth runs faster than he does. 

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It’s  not  so  much  that  she  needed  reminding.  It’s  just  there  are  very  few  people  in  her  life  she  actually  cares  about.  The  opinions  of  those  that  matter.  Tommy,  her  son,  is  one  of  them.  She  released  a  slow  smile  when  she  heard  him  preach  it.  Ignoring  the  fact  he  was  trying  to  mimic  her.  She  concentrated  on  his  words.  ❝  Ah,  I  thought  Emma  Frost  considered  herself  queen  of  mutants.  I  would  even  suggest  Jean  but  Jean’s  more  modest,  ❞  she  replied  as  she  stopped  wiggling  her  fingers  and  crossed  her  arms  with  a  bob  of  her  head.

She  took  a  step  forward  and  placed  her  hands  on  Thomas’s  cheeks  as  she  lowered  his  face  and  placed  a  kiss  upon  his  forehead.  She  pulled  away  letting  him  go.  ❝  No,  you’re  right,  just  as  you’ll  never  disappoint  me,  ❞  she  said  with  a  small  smile.  ❝  A  part  of  me  wishes  I  didn’t  have  to  will  it.  A  part  of  me  just  wished  people  simply  accepted.  Though,  I  suppose  that’s  too  much  to  ask  in  life,  ❞  she  said  looking  away  bitterly.

 He doesn’t do it to make fun of her or his twin, but he does it because he is always so enchanted how even as slow as he views the world, their fingers will always have the power to slow his internal clock.  Tommy raises a brow when she speaks.  “Yeah well, just cause she happens to-”  he makes a certain set of ‘gestures’  “-my grandfather doesn’t make her any one important. Jean? Gray? Hell no. She’s kind of a ... well... nut job- even as far as mutants go, wouldn’t you say? I mean she has no drive to propel us forward as a whole.”  Tommy laughs and shakes his head, quieting as her hands come to his cheeks. He smiles and relaxes again, his world slowing just a moment as she leans in.  “No? I kinda feel like there’s a few things I could say.” he laughs, but really he has no idea what he would MEAN to say even if he did want to disappoint her. At least, not in his eyes.  “I wouldn’t hold my breath on any one but you an’ Billy. There’s plenty of disappointment out there to deal with. Believe me.”  His watch sounds off in chimes and he looks at it, resetting the timer.  “Hey- mom- how about lunch? We can catch up, yeah?” 

Wanda’s  eyes  widened  as  she  stood  up  straight  and  her  shoulders  raised  for  a  moment.  Though  his  words  did  catch  her  interests.  ❝  And  what  do  you  mean  please  the  wrong  people?  ❞  she  asked  tilting  her  head  away  with  raised  brows.  Though  she  had  an  inkling  she  wanted  to  hear  it  for  herself.  ❝  Tell  me  or-  ❞  she  paused  as  wiggled  her  fingers  similar  to  his  mimic.  

❝  Why  does  everything  I  do…backfires?  ❞

Tony gives Tommy a hot kiss as the boy leans against the sink and his hands move to undo the fly of his jeans to help him undress for the shower. “You can help me too if you like, it’s about time I got out of these clothes.” He pushes the jeans down and his warm, strong hands grip and fondle each cheek of the boy’s ass. Tony was getting harder and hotter by the second. 

“I can tell that you’re amazed by this place,” He says as he kisses Tommy’s shoulder, “You can run around and investigate later on if you wish. I have no secrets here, just fancy things.” Below the mansion was the armory, but no one could gain access to that without Tony himself being there for the eye scan. It was a weapons warehouse that Tommy didn’t need to know about anyway. 

“You’re not all the way human are you?” He smirks, “It’s ok, neither am I, that might be what pulled me to you, that and you’re stunning good looks.” 

Leaning against the counter as he steps out of his jeans he steps on his shoes to get from those as well. Regaining balance, Tommy takes the invitation all so willingly. Greedy, deft, fingers reach for his buttons as he undoes the mans suit. It’s almost a shame to drop it from the other’s body but revealing more of the man’s flesh is all too arousing and exciting to hide now it’s proffered. Each grip on his bottom makes his cock bounce, bobbing as he’s fondled and groped. Fingers trace along his muscles, the boy near vibrating in his excitement as his eyes dart about the other’s body, watching muscles ripple and flex under smooth expanse of perfect skin. Tommy’s mind, for a lack of better words, is blank. A mess of noise and gibberish, even to himself, hand in hand with the wash of nothing that came with admiration and pure hunger. 

At least it is until Tony speaks again. 

“Yeah... Never been in a building like this- mansion-manor-thing.” The laughs a little as he drops the man’s bottoms and fights the urge to get on his knees in front of the other. A part of him twinges at the idea of being allowed to ‘run’ around the place later. There was a way that Tony said it that simply made Tommy believe he knew something. 

His hands slide along the v of Tony’s hips, following the veins there, following them in their direct path to his cock which he happily strokes and kneads in his hands. Part of him wants to vibrate the other in his palms, to see what he would do... but another part of him doesn’t want to give himself away as a mutant, not yet- not until he knew if Tony was antimutant or pro...

Eyes jerking up he narrows them only for the briefest of moments, not long enough that a human might catch it, but enough for a demon or mutant. Play it cool. Tony could very well be a mutant hunter.       Things play out slowly for a speedster. He could run, but food and hot shower, a warm and playful bed, saying Tony wasn’t a hunter. Alternatively... Tony, if he were one, a hunter, it could also mean he has the tech TO pin down a mutant, TO subdue him, all it takes is an injection... and then no food, no shower, no hot and wild romps in the sheets...  His heart could beat right out of his chest, his breath hitching until he notes the distinct grope of his ass. It’s still sexual, it’s still playful... Good sign-right?

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“What? Big headed? Us? No way! Live fast, die with pride. If I step on you you’re probably not a mutant or alien. I mean Asgardians already proved hot headed people can lead a country better than a human ever could.” He laughs and sighs. 

“Gramps… I think… I don’t know. Sometimes yes- sometimes no. What goes on in his head will always be out of my reach. He’s a nice guy for the most part… I just disagree with a lot of the shit he pulls.” Wanda puts a little more confidence into him and his shoulders pull back a little more with a touch more pride. “Hell yeah, I will. Billy and Loki are an army enough. I guess Teddy can come too… – I don’t often get ‘cute’, but I’ll take it!”

He frowns softly as she seems to think about something sad. What was she hiding? Damn these reality warpers and their cryptic messages. It’s hard to hide any expression when, for Tommy, a second happens in slow motion. He can’t help the sigh as she tries to push away the thoughts and redirects their attention.

Tommy perks. “You stole his stuff too? Billy’s lucky I buy so many sweaters and jackets. He ends up in them and THEY end up in HIS closet.” He watches her shy her sight away. Paying for their drinks and pretzel he shuffles about for her bag and smiles at the figurine. It’s not a surprise when it flits to life and suddenly takes off, darting into the city sky. You’re not going to come back with me? I have a small flat here. Billy’s only away for a few days and I’m setting up for Hanukkah, Teddy’s away on some moon-boy mission or something so he’s for sure going to show up at some point, if you want? You can help me keep it properly Hanukkah.“ He smiles and softly hip bumps her. 

“You didn’t have to get me anything, mom. Really… It’s more than enough that you come to see us. I’m waiting for Gramps to head off before I go see my human mother, too. You’re welcome to meet her if you’re nice and if you keep that visit a secret from him.”

Wanda tilted her head and swallowed. Tommy was just proving her point about their fiery spirits. Though she didn’t want to protest, she loved that about him, passionate in everything he did. Ivy looked up the Asgardians were a mixed bunch, half warriors, half sorcerers, maybe a few in-between. However she didn’t know enough of them to disagree.  She sighs, when he mentions how Erik could be so nice to him and yet he could not agree with every action. She knew the only explanation to that is because Erik loved him and treated him well. Though from a man like him, that was the most she could hope for. 

She shook her head smiling. “Maybe you’re just a bit intimating, that’s all,” Wanda suggested. “I’m glad you have good rapport with Teddy here too,” she said with a nod. She once again laughs when he says all his jackets end up in Billy’s closet. “I guess some things are the same no matter what reality and verse we are in,” she chuckled. 

Her eyes soften as she hears Tommy asking her to stay a part of her wants to. Though a part of her knows she shouldn’t dwell too long. She swallows as he mentions wanting to visit his human mother. Wanda looks up and smile. “Why wouldn’t I be nice?” she asked. “I’m grateful she exists because you’re here because of her, no?” she asked. She sighed shaking her head. “Ah my sweet Thomas, you celebrate whatever way you want to,” she said placing a hand on his shoulder. “I should really get back to my own time, it’s never good staying in place you don’t belong too long,” she reminded. “Just know you bring me a great pleasure that I get to see you and your brother every once in a while and that you are doing well,” she said stepping forward and giving him a tight squeeze. She closed her eyes the lump in her throat forming. She pulled away and smiled once more. “Now you be safe and do what makes you happy,” she said pushing back his platinum locks from his face. She nodded. “I will come back another time, okay?” she asked. 

“Intimidating? He’s the guy that kicks my ass and weighs me down in training! He just needs to stop being so rough on Billy.” Tommy laughs and shakes his head.  “Good rapport? Billy’s boyfriend is none of my business. Brings home this blonde bombshell alien and expects me to just be chill with it. I dunno. He’s fine I guess. I just don’t like sharing a bed with him all that much. I dunno.” Another shrug. 

“What’s it like in yours? I can’t imagine it’s much more different than being here? It’s subtle changes in some worlds right? Cause Gramps’ isn’t a fan of us staying attached to our human parents. I guess it makes sense if we’re trying to eradicate them, but I’m not planning on taking our parents out. Not all humans are shit.” They sip their drinks as they speak, Tommy happy to natter with her.  “Yeah! She’s really nice- Her husband’s a shitstain but that is easily solved once she lets me end the things pitiful life. It’s been great- Parents and guardians all over the place- Mutants and Alien support... You say that like you’-” 

He’s leading her through the park when he catches the familiar red sparkle. Turning he’s shocked to see her starting to open up a tear in their worlds.  “Mom! Stay!” He grabs her wrist, reaching as quick and gentle as he can with out sending their things flying. It’s clear that being a mutant in public doesn’t stop him from sing his powers or keep Wanda from using hers. They’re startled, and some back up but other stare in curiosity. 

She smiled on how rebellious Tommy was. “Don’t care what the others think, you do what makes you happy,” Wanda agreed. In truth, she was great at giving advice, however, it was harder to put it to use. Especially when it came to herself. She swallowed shaking her head. “It must be those platinum locks that make you all big headed,” she teased. Erik, Pietro, Tommy, when they wanted something they sought after it and not many people can sway them otherwise. She sighed bobbing her head. “Erik must think very highly of you if he wants you to be the one to take over,” she said nudging him gently. “I think when the time comes you’ll do what’s right and you’ll do it your way,” she said with a strong nod. 

“Well I’m glad he spoils you, you deserve it for all the work you’re doing for him,” she agreed, remembering how different it was for and her brother. Then again at the time they didn’t really know they were related. She rolled her eyes pushing the thoughts out of her head as he mentioned Billy keeping his things. She let out a long sigh. “I suppose it’s true,” she agreed. “Pietro always had the best hoodies and windbreakers,” she agreed. “They smelt like him…they brought me a warm comfort too,” she admitted her eyes elsewhere. He was the only constant in her life. They came into the world together, went through many ups and downs together, how he can not be a source of security and comfort? 

….

On that she could agree on, even doing publicity shots for the Avengers wasn’t very pleasant. She did it because she had to, she was a hero but all the glitz and glam that came with it, she wasn’t too fond of. She chuckled at her sons dispute. “Of course! I’ll always think you’re cute, disappointed, maybe a bit upset, but still cute,” she said rolling her eyes. Though it brought her some comfort and pride knowing he will always be harder to push around than Billy. She frowned a part of her wished Billy wasn’t so much like her. 

She chuckles as they leave the store. She knows he must constantly be reminding Billy the same thing. It’s so frustrating that for the most part he’s right but people like her and Billy needed to be reminded often it seems. She sighs when he asks about her home world. It was a complicated answer, riddled with complex emotions. She looked down and nodded lightly. “I do…” she admitted sadly. “It’s so hard there at the moment, so much things going on,” she said sadly. She flashed a smile. How can she tell them how much she is hated by the mutants to her son? Would he be just like Magneto and rebuke her, call her the Great Pretender and act as if she was a stain in his pristine history? She didn’t want to take the risk. She’d already lost so much in her own world. She didn’t want to lose in this one either.  

She scoffs out a smile as he leads her to a vendor. She begins to order herself some warm apple cider. It smelt good, it smelt like comfort food. “Ah, I guess this can help a bit,” she agreed as she took the warm cup in her hands. She shook her head as he threatened her with Loki. “Oh dear child, please don’t threaten me Loki,” she said shaking her head. She let out a big sigh. “I just have many regrets okay?” she answered. “None I would like to talk about today. Not during these joyous times,” she added. She took back the bag of ornaments and looked in. She pulled out the cardinal and handed him back the one he was looking at originally. 

She let out a small sigh as she stared at how cute and realistic the cardinal look. A small smirk graced upon her face as the bird suddenly sprung to life and snapped it’s wings before taking off. “It was too cute and pretty to be stuck on a tree anyways,” she said with a sigh. She looked up at him and smiled softly. “I should be getting back, your gifts are already home waiting for you,” she said softly. She really hoped he liked the video console, video games, shows, snacks, and jacket she got him. 

"What? Big headed? Us? No way! Live fast, die with pride. If I step on you you're probably not a mutant or alien. I mean Asgardians already proved hot headed people can lead a country better than a human ever could." He laughs and sighs. 

"Gramps... I think... I don't know. Sometimes yes- sometimes no. What goes on in his head will always be out of my reach. He's a nice guy for the most part... I just disagree with a lot of the shit he pulls." Wanda puts a little more confidence into him and his shoulders pull back a little more with a touch more pride. "Hell yeah, I will. Billy and Loki are an army enough. I guess Teddy can come too... -- I don't often get 'cute', but I'll take it!"

He frowns softly as she seems to think about something sad. What was she hiding? Damn these reality warpers and their cryptic messages. It's hard to hide any expression when, for Tommy, a second happens in slow motion. He can't help the sigh as she tries to push away the thoughts and redirects their attention.

Tommy perks. "You stole his stuff too? Billy's lucky I buy so many sweaters and jackets. He ends up in them and THEY end up in HIS closet." He watches her shy her sight away. Paying for their drinks and pretzel he shuffles about for her bag and smiles at the figurine. It's not a surprise when it flits to life and suddenly takes off, darting into the city sky. You're not going to come back with me? I have a small flat here. Billy's only away for a few days and I'm setting up for Hanukkah, Teddy's away on some moon-boy mission or something so he's for sure going to show up at some point, if you want? You can help me keep it properly Hanukkah." He smiles and softly hip bumps her. 

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It’s cold and Tony has no intention of letting a boy of his, no matter how new, ever feel any discomfort in his presence. When Tommy gets out of the limo and remains shirtless he opens his jacket and pulls Tommy into him to protect him from the rain and wind. 

His bodyguard, Max, had opened the limo door and now walked ahead of them to open the main entrance doors. He did not follow them inside as he had his own quarters to go back to.

It was a sprawling mansion that was sure to make Tommy overwhelmed, having come straight from the streets to here. “I’ll give you the tour later, darling, right now we need to take care of that shower and get some food into you. After that we can do whatever you want.”

He didn’t bother with his coat or boots yet, deciding he’d take them off in the bathroom as he wanted to get there as soon as possible. He took Tommy’s hand and led the way.

He’s surprised when the other pulls him under his jacket, pleasantly so, as he tucks close against the other and hides from the rain. Before he knows it they’re leaving behind the first door he’s staring at and is steered towards an even larger door. It dwarfs hotels. It’s massive. Overwhelmed? It’s an understatement. 

“Right...” he nods in agreement, reminded again of the prospect of a hot shower with company.  “What ever I want?” he grins mischieviously and slides his arm around the other, enjoying the warmth of Tony’s body against every inch than he can get him against.  Inside they shift, Tommy releasing him to take off his boots and socks. Before he has a chance to get the first laces undone Tony has his hand and tugs him off. Following, Tommy catches a glimpse of the hall they beeline through; it takes every bit of his restraint to fight the excited urge to race down the halls and explore. His hand firmly in Tonys, it helps to keep him grounded until he’s released. The washroom is the next thing to keep him grounded and from running amok. 

Wanda chuckled as her son thought the of quickest way to get gifts. She let out a hefty sigh. “Ah, actually I enjoy the shopping,” she admitted. It was a nice excuse to get out, keep her mind off other things. Also she didn’t feel just using her reality warping gifts so frivolously unless she needed to. Wanda titled her head as kept looking at the pretty bobbles listening to Tommy’s reasoning, which she found refreshing and sound. She knew most mutants struggled with making a living and most would be grateful to receive any type of gift. 

“Yes, but don’t bring it up, some people are very against it,” she mentioned when she was invited to Holiday party which started nice but then started ending about tradition and perspectives. It was a mess she was just grateful there was food to give her a reason to not be involved in that conversation. 

She glanced down at Tommy’s shoes and smiled and nodded. “Oh I always thought Erik would spoil you too from time to time, after all he relies on you to be the face of all his campaigns,” she said picking up another ornament. A little red cardinal and smiled. She suddenly was asked a question and smiled. “No,” she said curtly. “I’m all about adapting, celebrating, and evolving…” she said eying Tommy an his work with mutants. “Like take spaghetti for example…originally from Italy most are made with different sauces, it wasn’t till recently when the dish came to America that they started putting Marinara sauce on it. Now most people can’t think of it any other way! A combination of two lovely cultures, yes?” she informed, spilling her hobby and love for cooking as well. 

She listened to what Erik and Billy were up to lately and frowned. Always so strict as every, they should be enjoying life more. Her head snapped at Tommy when he mentioned cute. 

“What!?” she questioned. “Of course you’re cute my sweet, child,” she said suddenly stopping what she was doing and bending in to give him a motherly hug. She figured she might be embarrassing him a bit in public but she didn’t care.  “And if anyone tells you otherwise…just tell me,” she said with a small smile. I will straighten them out. She suddenly let go. 

She smiled again as she titled her head and shook her head. Though she didn’t know much about his mother’s ex. So perhaps he had a reason to be upset. She titled her head when he asked about her as she sighed and started making her way to cash register with the two ornaments in hand. “Me?” she asked with a sigh. “I will admit it’s a bit hard living between two worlds,” she admitted. “But I don’t regret it,” she said with a bright smile. She looked away and swallowed it saddened her that she had better rapport with Tommy and Billy in this dimension then she did with her own. Her therapist was right, she’s not the greatest mother. 

"I do too, if it's for the right things in the right store." he laughs and rubs her shoulder as he admires the trinkets with her. "Yeah... I know. Even as some one that goes out to other countries I try hard to blend in with the mutants I represent but of course you can't please them all. I must of stopped caring a long time ago about their approval. What I do makes a positive difference. What should I care about the sensitive snowflakes traversing their own made hell? I'm a controversy. Paint me as they want; I'm going to celebrate with others and I'm going to learn, I never said I was going pro." he laughs softly as he thinks through it. "-But I guess that's why Billy and you are more fit for the face of the movement. I'm the hard ass when things need to be done. When I'm plastered as the face it's because he wants to push me to take it over. Gramps intends to leave Genosha in my hands when he passes. I'm not the one Genosha needs."

Tommy smirks. "Are you kidding me? I go through them too fast. He just hands me a card and I pay for things. The last gift he got me ... I think was a jacket. Cool... but... I'm always hot. Anyways- Billy took it. Says' somethin' about it being comforting." She plucks the cardinal and Tommy's eyes are drawn to the cluster of birds with their realistic feathers and pseudo aware eyes. His grin grows at her spaghetti comparison; was she trying to get him hungry? She was clearly successful. His lips purse a little as he tries to stop the saliva at the thought of all the kids of spaghetti he'd had overseas.

A laugh. He hugs her tightly in his free arm, not wanting to bruise her legs with the arm full of bags. "Nah. Mom, don't worry about it. It's not cute- I do not enjoy those kind of events. Dealing with rich old men and women looking to exploit a mutant until they realize how wrong it is- every. Six. Months." he shakes his head. "I'm okay with it. I'd rather take over the tabloids, press, stuff like that. Quick, fast, in and out. Over." Nosing into her hair he smiles and sighs. "I think if you still believe I'm 'cute' you should see the unflattering mug shot of me during the debates three years ago. I have to admit I lost my shit. Even I think I came off radicalistic. I'm a lot better with our own kind or aliens."

He's putting away the mistle toe he'd been holding as he joins her. He wants to ask what shes getting, but she's talking, he will wait. "It's hard- things like that always are, mom. I think you're doing great- what ever the issues crop up- they're not as big as your brain is likely making them out to be, honestly." They leave the store, Tommy taking that bag as well, his arm around her once more. The hall is busy, but it's easy enough to command space among humans. He comes off aggressive and a more serious expression joins hands with the air of it. "Do you miss being home in your world?"

Her eyes widen as her son rambles almost as he is trying to defend himself but really she was just curious. She tilted her head and smiled. “It is a very pretty ornament,” she said eyeing it. “I can see why it caught your attention,” she said as she looked at it herself. She sighed as she titled her head. “Ah yes, glad they’re doing something more…normal,” she said. “Me? Oh well, I suppose doing a bit of holiday shopping myself,” she admitted sheepishly. “It’s awkward being handed gifts by your friends and just taking it…nothing to give back,” she said with a toothy grimace. “So now I just give back something no matter what holiday it is,” she said. That’s how it was when you had friends from all over the globe. “I already bought my Hanukkah gifts ahead of time. I bought your uncle eight, hundred dollar Reebok and Adida’s gift cards,” she joked. 

Wanda looked to the side because she actually did. Four Reebok and four Adida’s. Her brother was so picky she gave up on him a long time ago. “Anyways most pagans have no problem  buying ornaments,” she informed taking the one off his hand. “Thank you very much,” she added playfully. She gave her son a playful bump on his shoulder.  Though in reality she was just going to pay for the ornament for Tommy. He obviously liked it enough to pick it up and admire it. She decided to look at the other ornaments as well. So many, so shiny, so pretty.  “So how is your brother and father?” she asked hoping he knew she meant Erik.   

Tommy laughs and nods. “Yeah- But you can cheat, can’t you? Woosh something into existence in your back pocket JUST in case? Not going to lie- I’ve sped off to pick stuff up if Billy’s not there to whip out the insta-gifts.”  There’s a pause in his speech as he thinks.  “Helps... when you’re doing political stuff. He’s always ahead, like that. Knows what to get them. I don’t really bother unless I like them. Mutants are a lot easier to shop for. Not so entitled and overspoiled.” 

Handing over the ornament he takes her bags and adds them to his own to carry them for her. “Uncle Pietro? Shoes are always a great gift for a speedy man. I can relate.”  His bag laiden hand finds it’s way into his pocket to rest some of the weight to his hip. Easily idling, with the added weight he nods up. “It’s kind of cool to see them integrating Hanukkah with christmas... There’s a bundle up here with the nun, shin and gimmel symbols.”  Hearing her gifts for Pietro he has to laugh. 

“That’s a lot of money for shoes, I think. But I’m not one to talk. The kicks I’m wearing now... No price tag talk. I think Gramps would be incredibly unimpressed-”  Ornaments were something some people seemed to be offended by- or perhaps it was the whole publically celebrating a specific religion’s holiday so openly? Either way, Tommy just found it all nice to celebrate.  “Do you find offense in the one holiday taking portions from Pagan religion to claim theirs?”  His fingers brush against fake mistletoe and he brushes it aside for an ornate pinecone. 

The holidays always brought a conflict of emotions, ideals, and beliefs for Wanda. She was raised Jewish most of her life, however, her Romani upbringing also believed in other things too. It didn’t get any better later through the years being connected to beings like Chthon and Witchcraft. So perhaps her views on religion and spirituality was a bit obscure if not messy. 

However that wasn’t the case for her son Tommy. He was raised a certain way, untainted by the mystical realm. Billy might be another case but Tommy, no. Pure and true until she caught him eying Christmas ornaments and bobbles in Dillard’s. She stopped as she took a step backs. She was certain it was him. She looked to her side maybe she was wrong. However, she quietly approached him, sneaking up at him as she placed a hand on her her shoulder and smiled. 

“Whatcha you’re looking at?” she whispered deviously.   @fastestass​

Tommy perhaps was an absolute mix. His mother was a light dabbler in her own Jewish heritage but once he had been taken under Eric’s wing he had quickly broadened his horizons. Mutants all over the world included him and his brother, it lead to holidays all year long for him to understand and explore. As non-political as Tommy could be, he still understood the importance of getting to know fellow mutants tongue and beliefs. Christmas being one of the most prominent and world wide, as he had noticed, always took center stage on the streets, but it was not his favorite. 

Dillard’s, however, did catch his eye from the rest of the shops. The grand tree outside the strip mall had their placard proudly placed over it along with the strain of tree and the metal work of the star and stand. In his hand, now, a glass globe filled with faux snow and a winter scene; one ornament had taken his fancy. Being noticed in any setting is what he’s used to, so it isn’t a surprise when he suddenly feels fingers on his bare shoulder. 

“Mom! Hey... Didn’t think I’d catch you in here.” He beams back at her. 

“Not much. Billy’s busy with Gramps today so I’m out picking up Hanukkah gifts for him, got a little distracted, though.” holding up the ornament he shakes it as the micro glitter swirls in the fluid.  “What are you doing here? I thought you’d be celebrating with others or getting supplies for Yule; you’re a little Pagan, right?” he asks, curious as he rambles. Realizing it, he slows down a little and speaks a little slower. 

your heart belongs to 

     your lover

               (Taken with ‘v; I will never sleep alone’ in mind.)

          you were never loved as much as you deserved growing up. your heart catches fire when you feel the love of another now, and when you return that love you do so with the full force of your soul. to you, love is like air, your lungs are begging for it with every beat of your heart. you are passionate to the end, you embody the bones of your ancestors who were buried together. you are just as loved as you are human.

     the sun

               (generally speaking for Tommy)

          you are a wildfire waiting to happen, one lit cigarette away from catastrophe. you are passion itself, full of rage and joy and love and pain. you are the driving force behind change, so why are you afraid of it? not all that is new will hurt you. let others into your life. you will not burn them. you do not cause harm inherently, you are wounded. you will heal. i promise you will heal.