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you have never let me down, it plays in his head on repeat like a broken record yet somehow, the sound is harmonious. itās what he wants to hear, her words digging deep into his heart and enveloping him a warm embrace. the way it shakes him to very his core is almost enough to spark tears, a familiar wetness beginning to sting his eyes. how long had he waited to hear that? how many times had he assured himself it would never happen?Ā
sheās too forgiving, he thinks, a saint among sinners and he, the biggest sinner of them all. perhaps itās a fitting analogy for her, his guardian angel for all their years apart. an angel in white while he donned red āthe white phoenix of the crown and the leader of a mutant revolution. even her hand against his cheek is a heavenly warmth, one heās scared will slip away.Ā ā Ā jean iā ā heās lost for words, biting back the emotion that threatens to spill over as he relishes the very moment he thought heād never have again.Ā
he used to run this scene through his head, imagining all the things heād say to her if he saw her again āall the things he should have said before she died. and now that the time is finally here, heās lost, scrambling to find the words that convey the spectrum of emotions she brings out in him.Ā āĀ you have always made me a better person. you say iāve never disappointed you āthat the man i am today is worth a damn. well, thatās your doing. because even when you were gone, your memory was what drove me to be better. i donāt know if i always was, but i do know that much. you are, and have always been, the biggest part of my soul.Ā ā
āāā THE WORDS THAT SHE HAD USED were ones that were true enough to how she felt. there is so much that scott had been through in the last handful of years because of her. heād seen her die, had seen the world turned to dust, had watched her ascend to the white phoenix of the crown, and evenĀ now she is barely here with him. She is left empty, perhaps oddly for the first time since sheād been resurrected. Jean does not think that she can truly give him what she wants too --there is still so much of herself that she is forced to think about over and over until her mind has become much like a broken record....and yet there is still so much that she truly wants to give him.Ā
For as much pain as she has caused him, she wants to return the joy to the face that has been a staple in her time. She has controlled realities, bent them to her whim, and it is all to provide him with a better life than she might have been able to do without the help of the phoenix.Ā āthat man was always there scott, I just always wanted you to see it too. From the beginning...I think I knew that I would love you. Out of all the minds Iāve heard....yours was the one that called to me. Even when I was overwhelmed...I could always find comfort in yours.ā her honesty leaves no room for him to doubt her, her thumb brushing gently against the high of his cheekbone as she tentatively reaches out to brush against his consciousness.Ā
She made a conscious effort to try and avoid prying against his thoughts now. She wondered if she had a right, despite how much theyād shared through their own links what seemed like so many years ago....but with her tender caress, wanting to feel that familiar warmth, a word flashes through her mind and Jeanās hand halts against him.Ā āScott...ā forest colored hues are locked onto his face, reading further against the lines that she finds there.Ā ā...we are...still married. you said it to me...just now when I reached out to you...your wife...āĀ


















