house fires.

skylar flicked her hair back and picked back up her red solo cup. she wasn’t supposed to be drinking, but who was going to judge her for doing it ? HER SISTER WAS DEAD. the least she could have is a smirnoff ice. sky had left the memorial service very swiftly about an hour ago after bursting into tears and attaching herself to her mother’s left side. it wasn’t good for her reputation and besides, all of it felt wrong. henry would have scoffed at the idea of a memorial in her honor. SHE WAS MORE OF AN IRISH FUNERAL TYPE. “ if one more person tells me they’re sorry for my loss, i’m gonna start throwing punches,  “ skylar said, apropos to nothing. “ don’t talk to me if it’s not to make uncomfortable jokes that maybe she, like me, will come back from the dead. or offer me illicit drugs for free. “

“if i die-” if you ASKED kena whether she thought she’d live forever, she’d lift her shoulders upwards with an air of not caring either way, and put it to you simply : she didn’t know. no one did. she had as much insight into her own possible immortality as the rest of the world had into their own, but she wouldn’t have been being facetious with such wording of an answer, just like she wasn’t being so right now. the only thing hard to know was whether her ( unique ) views came from growing up around the x-men ( who seemed to treat death as a temporary condition, like the FLU ), or being the grandchild of jean grey and scott summers ; two family lines that had skewed things permanently all on their OWN. “my funeral has to be something like this. cut the memorial shit. i want gangnam style playing while people do tequila shots off my hot pink coffin, and…- i don’t fuckin’ know. people in a corner teaching my kid how to roll her first joint to remember me by, instead of telling her stupid stories that won’t even matter by then. henry knew what was what.”

Rohen breaks out in a grin the size of Emma’s diamond collection at the sight of his triplet with food and coffee. “Your spot as my favorite family member remains tied with mom.” He replied, shutting his laptop and holding a hand out. “But if this coffee doesn’t have soy milk, you’re on thin ice, Del.”

they hand him the food and slide him drink before sliding him his drink. her expression sours then. “you really think i’d forget soy milk? you realise you’re in my head like constantly right?” she focuses on sorting out her own lunch then. “i’m still judging you that stuff is actually disgusting,” there was no way she was putting any near her cup of tea if she could help it.

scott couldn’t help but chuckle as he heard his daughter’s announcement, a wide smile quickly spreading across his face as he turned to look at her. “perhaps this is a job better suited for your mother,” he added, before falling into a brief fit of laughter. of course he was glad that delaney wanted to ask him, he just knew he wasn’t exactly known for giving good advice. “as someone who’s repainted my own apartment twice- i can’t pass any judgment. however, i would recommend working one room at a time,” he laughed, “of course, i’m always willing to help you out.”

“Not even joking, I will pay you so much to go roller-skating with me!” Devyn dramatically slapped their hands on the table. “I got like, a hundred bucks in Monopoly money.”

“i don’t know i mean i can be pretty expensive company,” she laughed teasing the other. delaney had exactly no desire to do something as ungraceful as roller-skating but that didn’t matter. “but i suppose if you really want to go i’m sure we can figure something out,”

Dinah ran a hand through her hair, forgetting that dirt caked her hands. She knelt in front of a potted plant and took the time to take care of the plant despite the powers that would make this entire thing much easier. Reaching for the spray bottle she carried, she bumped into the bag of soil beside. “Shit.” Red crept onto her cheeks. “Shit, okay, I promise I planned to do that

⧼ meaghan rath, demigirl, she/they / house on fire + feeling guilty over an accident, leather jackets, flower tattoos, that one eye roll saved for family ⧽ ━━ let me tell you a thing or two about DELANEY FROST-SUMMERS. the TWENTY NINE year old daughter of EMMA FROST & SCOTT SUMMERS is a BARTENDER in town, and has sometimes been referred to as THE HELLCAT. they’ve always seemed very INTELLIGENT & INDEPENDENT, though i’ve heard that they can be pretty HARSH & SPITEFUL, too. it’s common knowledge that they have the power of PYROKINESIS & SLIGHT TWIN TELEPATHY ; guess we shouldn’t get on their bad side, huh? 

tw: death, tw: fire

wicker bridge was not an extraordinary sort of structure. to see it at a distance was not to feel awe, and to get up close to it was to see how decrepit it was becoming, all too quickly. the town hadn’t channeled much money into it since the new bridge had been opened only the year prior, and the wooden beams were slowly rotting away. only those who appreciated the short cut it provided and the few who loved the picturesque way the huge willow trees curtained either side even used it, anymore. tessie was the latter. in the summertime, the flowers that bloomed on the river bank below and in the trees themselves were simply… breathtaking. for that reason alone, the bridge had been the site of their third photoshoot.

they yellow police tape that had blocked the path through had not been taken down when the authorities had finished up, but been left to tatters. tessie ( hands shaking something fierce ) had stepped over a line of it, a few meters back. they were trying not to think of it, as much as they were trying not to think about what it must have looked like a week before, to look down from where they came to a stop out on raging waters down below. only once they were leaning against the side of the bridge did they really realize that… this was not the place to COME, to try and make sense of everything. they just hadn’t been thinking very clearly.

this ‘not thinking’ carried on - right up to the MOMENT that they heard a board of the wooden bridge creak. pushing their force field outwards was as easy as exhaling, and they did it with a start ; turning on their heel, eyes wide - letting the fact that they were undeniably on edge, here, dictate their RESPONSE to the sudden appearance of another. “i’m sorry-” it seemed all that ever seemed to pour from them was apologies, but while they meant it as much now as ever…- the field of energy around them did not immediately drop. “i didn’t hear you coming– are you alright?” 

it’s not that delaney had left her apartment to come looking for the girl, but knowing her as she did, her mind had a hunch. one that she just had to check. there can be no doubt that the past week had been hard. death was not an easy thing to deal with, especially when the deceased was someone close like a  friend or in the younger girl’s case a family member. it’s a pain delaney knows all too well, something hidden in the shadows now. she had been lucky her father had come back from the dead, but that didn’t mean she didn’t have vivid memories of pain that had been caused by loosing. never ending darkness was the only way that she could have even began to describe it. such a feeling of hopelessness that that she wouldn’t wish on someone, especially not someone she loves.

“I really do not understand why people feel the need to air their grievances with mutants when I tell them I plan to be a mutant rights lawyer.” Isaac stretched his back, his wings stretching with it. “They say all this to a mutant with wings!”

“i hate to sound like every old person out there, but it really doesn’t get much better,” delaney spoke with a grimace. “the best advice charles like i can give is simply not to listen, but even that is harder to do than you’d think,”

“Wait!” Rohen called out, fingertips hurriedly typing away. After a long moment, he finally looked up in surprise to see the person still there. “Okay, go ahead.”

her eyes roll before she can stop herself, but she waits anyway. the grin on her features giving away just how happy she is to see him. there’s two coffee cups being carried in her left hand and a paper bag full of food in her right. “i brought lunch,” she tell’s him telepathically. “figured you could take a break for a little while,”