US & THEM.

     ❛   it’s fine.  it’s good.  this’ll be good.  i’m a pro at grabbing time out of thin air,  believe it or not.    ❜

        —- { ❝ i go by the Captain actually. ❞ } Jim offers a bright grin in return to the other man.

@mcgnetic liked this for a lyric starter. black balloon by the goo goo dolls.

      ❛   there’s no time left for losin’.    ❜

           he nearly smiles, doesn’t quite make it there but it’s better than it was a moment ago. LESS of a glower and more general disapproval   ——   but somehow he doubts that he’s going to be breaking erik of his mutant superiority any time soon.   

           ( never. he HAS cosigned himself to never. )

           ❝ c’mon now. with that attitude you’ll hardly make friends with the other mums at the PTA, will you? ❞            god above, how long has it been since he’s even attempted at a joke.

     rain - slicked precipice, and unstable ground. the perfect combination for a far, fast tumble. the rapid descent led to unfortunate events, hitting a valuable head against sturdy rocks on the way down. the last, discernible sound before an inevitable blackout had been concerned yelling. boots slipping down the slope after her. pale eyes flutter open an undetermined amount of time afterward, staring up at a startled face ( soaked to the bone, but the rain has dwindled to a mere drizzle. it coats her face ).

     ❛ ra pavesh-tor? t'nash-veh patam dash-tor … kup-veh dvun-tor? ❜     she hears her own vulcan - speak, but can’t be bothered to correct herself. the translator embedded in drenched collar will do the work.

            ❝ many people would call us the same. me at least.   ——   does it MATTER how you view THOSE particular humans? ❞            his fingers work in a nervous motion against his palm.

           ❝ admittedly   ——   it isn’t looking great. ❞

how BADLY she cares to tell him to go and fuck off, enough so it’s all but BURNING on her tongue, but she DOES need his help. for that, she casts a long, unflinchingly ICY look and sighs. “i need your advice. believe me, i’m not THRILLED to be asking it, but i need to know if i can trust a certain charles xavier. i suspect you know him.” 

        ❛  don’t pull that shit with me, mystique. not you.  ❜ 

         ❛    -----------  kirk.   where have i heard that name before?  ❜

               ❛   look at that.  even you would admit  ---------  it’s  pathetic, isn’t it?  ❜

“i’d ask you MAKE time.” she resists the urge to roll her eyes, nails drumming absently, anxiously against her leg, “doesn’t entirely look as if you’ve much else BETTER to do, i might add.”

                    ❛    --------------------    find someone else to chat with. i’m busy.  ❜