#ayzne

livvy arrives in her usual whirlwind; letting herself into max’s place with the spare key, setting her coat and backpack and shoes in a somewhat-neat pile near the door, and loudly calling, “ max? i’m hooooooome-! ”

she finds the man in the kitchen, looking like a mild mannered grandfather and not the man she’s seen on terrorist watchlists growing up, and wastes no time throwing her arms around his middle in a hug. the kettle is in the sink and she suspects she’s caught him just before he makes tea. still clinging to his middle, she chirps, “---oooooh, can i boil it? i like it when it screeches, ”

before he answers, though, he’s opening one of the cupboards and gently handing her a mug. orange as the autumn leaves with a picture of a black cat on the side. her mug.

it’s what finally gets her to let go of him, able to hold the thing in both hands as she turns it this way and that in her little hands. “ i love it, ” she informs earnestly.

@ayzne​ inquired:  ❛ it’s okay. you can let go. ❜

&. 𝐡𝐢𝐭 ‘𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.  ⤷ Accepting!!

livvy has been pretending to be human for so long that sometimes the dangers of being around them as she is fades into background noise. every time she and max play a game of chess, every time he walks her back to her apartment building there’s a little voice in the back of her head that whispers and taunts that one day he’ll find out and won’t want her around anymore. she’s always considered herself fortunate that her mutation isn’t obvious; not like this poor little girl being taunted at the playground just down the way from the chess tables.

with max not around just yet, livvy storms over to where the flock of older kids are tormenting the little girl with scaly wings that must have slipped out of the jacket she’d been hiding them with. the parents, if they notice, don’t do anything to stand up for the little mutant, so livvy takes it upon herself to identify the ring leader and without thinking, swings her backpack up and with enough force that it knocks the boy sprawling to the ground.

the result is immediate and somewhat in line with what livvy hoped would happen; the flock of kids turns on her in an instant and gives the other little mutant a chance to scramble away. she hadn’t much plan for what to do after that--- not like she could use the fire without making everything that much worse.

after being shoved to the ground, the kicks and punches start to pelt her like rain and all she can do is curl into a protective ball and wrench her eyes shut.

and then it’s over; livvy opens her eyes to see max screaming at the older kids- something she can’t quite make sense of with the blood roaring in her ears. the other kids turn tail and run when faced with potential consequences, leaving livvy slowly unfurling and max standing on the wood chips.

“ are they gone? ” she asks softly.

@ayzne​ inquired: ❛ you can’t save everyone. ❜

&. 𝐡𝐢𝐭 ‘𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬  ⤷ Accepting!!

“Then I’ll die trying, father.” Her father never approved of her leaving the Brotherhood in favor of the Avengers, even right now. She was a highly prized mutant for her abilities, she knew he would hate to let that kind of power slip through his fingers. “Always your weapon, but never your daughter.”  Wanda said bitterly, she had always sought out his love and his approval so desperately. 

lorna    looks    up    from    her    book.    it    was    unfortunate    that    she    could    be    so    easily    spotted    in    public.    she    was    in    normal,    civilian    clothes,    but    her    hair    would    always    be    able    to    be    spotted    from    a    mile    away.    all    she    wanted    was    to    read    in    central    park    without    someone    disturbing    her.    and    yet    ...    she    couldn’t    even    be    granted    that    much    alone    time.    she    peeks    over    the    book,    green    eyes    narrowing    slightly,    just    for    a    moment.    “    oh,    hello,    father,    i    didn’t    recognize    you    without    your    ...    costume.    “

a    pause.    she’s    tempted    to    say    no,    oh    so    tempted    to    say    no    just    because.    she’s    not    presently    angry    at    him,    although    her    feelings    towards    him    could    easily    change.    they    do    tend    to    change    with    every    day.    “    sure,    i    could    use    some    company,    “    she    finally    says,    cheekily.

     TODAY ISN’T A GOOD DAY. there’s something doctor nicky used to say about negative thinking, about how deciding a day is bad means you’ll see it as bad no matter what, but you’re doing your best to forget everything he said to you - - - even things you might have found helpful before. especially those ones. you’re pretty sure he lost his license, last you heard, SO. it’s a bad day, and it keeps getting worse by the minute. your phone in shards on the pavement is enough to decide that, even if you had slept the night before instead of pacing and smoking your newfound bad habit of rooftop cigarettes.