❝ Do you think you’re the only one with stuff going on in your head? ❞ Green hues flickered into amber orbs, narrowing as she glared at the brunette. Couldn’t he just let it go? The continuation of their argument only made it harder for her to keep her emotions under control, and the phoenix.

 ❝ There was an opening and I took it! ❞ Her tone was snappy and obviously irritated by his choice of words. He didn’t control her, nobody did. Taking a step forward, Jean felt the energy rising inside of her, the volume of her voice following. ❝ I don’t care what you told me. If you had of been paying attention and had my back, it would have worked! ❞ Usually, the pair were a well oiled machine, they needed little communication to know what each other were thinking - with a little help from her telepathic abilities. Today however, something was off between them. She stood there, fists clenched at her sides as she tried to keep herself calm. Even if he was frustrating at the moment, Alby was her special to her. She would never forgive herself if she hurt him. 

Control yourself, Jean. 

alby knew he wasnt the only one struggling to control everything going on around them, he’d spent enough late nights with jean to know that, but sometimes he felt as though she didn’t take him seriously. she wasn’t the only one fighting against something. “you took an opening and that was stupid,” he countered, “you were being reckless! you can’t take whatever opening you see.” alby stood his ground, is temper rising as their conversation progressed. normally, he’d consider himself a pretty even tempered person, but sometimes trainings went poorly and he found himself needing to defend himself. 

“can’t we just paint some pumpkins instead?  if i have to gut one just to carve something that looks like a piece of shit on it.. —”  pause for dramatic effect. “i might just die.”

“get over it,” she replied, struggling to swipe the carving tool through the pumpkin, “carving pumpkins is part of the tradition.” her dad hadn’t participated in holidays in months, too caught up with work and grief, but the pile of cash on the kitchen counter had made her feel warm inside, if only for a moment. “i think i’m gonna make it a cat,” she said, scrunching her nose at him,.

@fizzydive​​

His appearance shouldn’t have came as a suprise to her, given the Heine family home was frequently occupied by her best friend’s siblings, but she was caught off guard when she had turned, expecting Mads and instead seeing Will in her place. “Whatever you’re gonna say, don’t.” Kat lightly cautioned, feeling considerably more uncomfortable in the dress her cousin had given her the moment Will walked into the room. “It’s a hand me down.”

“i wasn’t gonna say anything,” he started immediately, putting his hands up in defense, “‘cept that ya look nice.” he rubbed the back of his head, smiling sheepishly at her. “wha’d’ya all dressed up for? i hope it aint mads ‘cos lord knows she ain’t gonna look that nice.”