#crownedphoenix

Buried deep beneath a pile of papers that seemed to line his desk from one side to the other, the old telepath let out a deep, and somewhat troubled, sigh. He sat back in his chair, his tired gaze simply staring down at the work in front of him that didn’t appear to diminishing, no matter how many hours he put it. Or so it felt. That was until a familiar presence nudged at his senses, and the pensive look on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a look of relief yet a hint of concern. “You should be resting.”

Jessica wasn’t going to be doing any sort of scurrying, but she wasn’t going to let anyone get caught in the crossfire. Wiping the blood from her nose on the back of her hand, she wiggled carefully into a sitting position — making sure not to move her right leg too much. Not only could she be protecting the woman in front of her by making her leave, she could also be protecting herself — and that wasn’t a duty Jess took lightly. Last thing she needed was to be taken by some vengeful woman or creature when was already vulnerable.

     “UGH, damn! You are looking  f i e r c e !”

“Hey, I’m lookin’ for the Xavier Institute. This the place?” This was the place that the town had directed her to, but it looked...normal. Not what she had imagined.

❝ sorry?❞ glancing up from her ‘work’, eyes focusing on the other in the room, a small frown tugged at her lips. there were always too many people lurking about with nothing to do, and lana oftentimes felt like she was one of them.  ❝ you wanted something?❞

“I see a new red head... hello?”

❝   That’s hot.   ❞

     ❝ Wanna PIECE a’this? ❞