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[TXT] did i leave the stove on [TXT] also. hello. you looked so pretty this morning drooling in your pillow in your little wifebeater and your plain boy little sweatpants [TXT] yes i peeked into your room. but you left the door unlocked which as previously discussed in your lease leaves me no choice but to ogle you

[TXT] no, you didn't

[TXT] you're a fucking idiot

this is still novel, and will isn't sure where it's going. surely, there was always a dormant intensity within him, but meeting wade left will more aware of that potential than ever before. the way it looms over him seems to dwarf the other circumstances of his life. it would be wise to pace themselves, that much he knows, too clever to commit to this without knowing the risks.

and yet, still having known him less than a week, will is sat in wade's bed and wearing wade's shirt. for all that, it may be expected that he'd have more confidence, but he's listening to the older man ramble about something and he's pensive, tongue-tied.

eventually, an interruption. "—do you have to be awake early tomorrow?" the words come with a quick grimace, as if it pains him to ask because it does betray his deeper motivation. would he be an inconvenience if he stayed?

If any minor character can have a brand new life at this university, it's gotta be the bomb-dot-com, right?

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"sky high as well as sky u was founded by theodore stronghold and his wife ann-marie but nowadays, principal penthesilea powers runs the show - you may or may not know her as powerhouse. turns into a comet. turns into a lot of other astronomical objects, too. each with their own innate power set. hence, powerhouse. she's kind of like our wonder woman." and easily khione's favorite person.

"my parents actually wanted to send me to xavier's, believe it or not. i had to sell them on sky high and sky u. don't ask me how i did it. to this day, i still don't know. i'm glad i managed, though."

actually, she does. she did it by appearing on her mom's reality tv show: the famous lives of superhero wives, now streaming on netflix and paramount plus and hulu and a plethora of other streaming services (that do not delete their ip off of said platforms)!

he's actually her favorite and everyone is always so surprised when she reveals that. he's right up there, right next to cloak and dagger because she loves a good duo with contrasting powers, as well as rogue because, well, she knows what it's like when you hurt people when you touch them. and storm because she's storm. khione doesn't trust anyone who doesn't like storm. it's just on principle, you know?

"i would ask how it's possible that she's unaware about being your stepdaughter when she's your stepdaughter, but i'll finish the sales pitch first before we dive into that: so, our p.e. teacher is named tommy boomowski, alias sonic boom. everyone just calls him boomer, though, 'cause that's what he is. his voice is loud but other than that, he's pretty harmless. a bit of a himbo, really. um, we've got professor jeannie elast - stretches herself too thin all the time." is that a power pun? yes. "rumor has it she's got a crush on boomer but she hasn't given us a yes or a no so i'd have to get back to you on that."

maybe she should have drawn him a flow-chart. "then there's mister medulla, he's basically our xavier. except he does mad science. i don't think mister xavier does mad science. mad science is really fun, actually. it's just the lessons on telepathy that trip me up all the time." that is to say, khione's good at making sure her environment doesn't get turned into a winter wonderland but keeping out telepaths? (even when it's an exercise in class?) that's something else entirely, and what it is is headache inducing.

her friends will probably not believe her when she tells them this. which reminds her that she's gotta ask for a selfie before this conversation's over. (not an autograph, those can be faked. though, these days, there's a whole bunch of things people can fake. selfies included.)

"there's this one youtuber i follow - not a figure skater, for once, just one of those uplift-y people - and she was like: we're all major characters of our own life or something like that and i know that's a cheese-fest and a half but i also don't think she's wrong about that. not really." which is the warmest, gentlest and the most pointed way of saying: hey, don't be like that, calling someone a minor character is not the compliment you think it is. that's a lot, coming from this hydro-cryokinetic.

"in the interest of being totally honest because i think that your stepdaughter who doesn't know she's your stepdaughter needs to know the ins and outs before she commits - not every student will be cool." case in point: gwen grayson. "just last week, i turned one of my classmates into an icicle on the school lawn. again. he was being inappropriate. also, they're still working on updating the mental health part of the curriculum so you're screwed if you get, say, kidnapped by barron battle---" ethan bank. "---or katie baxter." khione herself. "so she's gotta have a good support system in place."

as skilled as he is with compartmentalizing, as desperate as he is to contain his own feelings for the sake of wade, it still hits him at times. that he could be fated to live the rest of his life without him, to carry him through the world in nothing but heart. there are moments when his instincts begin to craft grand plans for their future, a kind of ambition and hope that he had not known before wade, only to be hit with the painful wondering of if those plans would ever see fruition.

more often than not, he can repress it all, practice the encasement of himself within himself. though he has cried more within the past three weeks than he thought possible, he won't cry in front of wade today. will is sat on a stool, an abandoned spoon in his breakfast as he stares long into the distance. his breathing is slow and mechanical. there is no response when wade puts a record on and it begins to play from behind him.

when wade touches him, slides a hand down his arm to hold onto him and lift him from his seat, will sucks in a breath out of his rhythm. still in a trance, he allows himself to stand. his confused stare sears into wade, waiting for explanation, only to hear the soft beckoning of, "c'mere."

led away from the table and brought into wade's arms, any attempt at defense falls away. walls come down and he can finally hear the music. a sigh lowers his tense shoulders and his eyes fall shut. their cheeks rest together and will's arms wind round his love, holding onto him, holding his hand, as they sway together.

the song will be encoded into the dna of him from this point forward. with it, comes an ache to do the same with the rest of the world: devour it ALL with wade while they have the time so that if he's taken, will can still look at the world and feel wade with him.

his voice is tight when he speaks, warmth and gratitude carved into him and overflowing into a smile.

"...i've never slow danced before." head tilts to brush a kiss to wade's jaw. "are you trying to tick off all my firsts?"

"I think we should upgrade you from sleeping on the couch and get you a wholeass bed."

The man turned around hearing Wade his serious voice, which he never really took serious to begin with. "You do realise we live in a one bedroom apartment, where do you want to put the bed." He still had no idea how Wade had convinced him to live with him, while he could have tried to look for his own place with Laura.

{ Prompt from here! }

Not often did he find himself enthralled with battle. Blood... So potent on his sense of smell it clouded his judgement momentarily.

He'd forgotten he'd been with anyone else for the battle.

So the moment Wade had touched him his blade nearly cut the poor bastards head off.

He'd only frozen while his mind caught up on who this was.

Then a small smile. He couldn't help but admire the fact that Wade hadn't even bat an eye to it.

"Next time y'won't be so lucky."

He sheathes the blade after cleaning it on one of the bodies.

Then freezing momentarily with confusion on his face.

"..."