Oct 6, 2022
@firefated -- jean . ⁽ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉᵈ ⁾
i really like the red plastic mask instead . nose scrunches slightly as he takes a slow breath ❛ why hide my charming good looks ? ❜
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@firefated -- jean . ⁽ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉᵈ ⁾
i really like the red plastic mask instead . nose scrunches slightly as he takes a slow breath ❛ why hide my charming good looks ? ❜
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@firefated is feeling spicy.
JEAN SO OFTEN MADE HIM FEEL AS if for at least a little while, he has all the time in the world to just be himself and be at ease with himself and the world around him — because in those moments, nothing else but Jean would matter. She would be his home, and she will always be his home. She makes it so easy for him to get carried away, too. When she turned to look at him and kiss his lips, he’d caught up with her so easily. After all this time, even Scott was getting a little better at reading his wife the same way she could so easily peek inside his mind whenever she desired. The look in those eyes... He knows all too well what it meant. She never asks for Scott to take off his glasses (for she knows how fickle he is about them and the danger it poses to be without them), unless she has something very specific in mind.
Scott moved onto his back once Jean reached for the covers to pull them up over their heads so the whole world could disappear. Bodies pressed close together, he could feel her heat radiate against his own when he reached up his hands towards the ruby-quartz shades. His brows knitted together as soon as his fingertips touched the frame and gently removed them from his face. Eyes sealed firmly shut, he waited until he could feel Jean’s hands on the sides of his face as was their custom in the intimacy of an act like this.
Emerald green, a stark contrast to the grey he commonly sees in her eyes any other given moment. It silenced Scott. It always did when Jean would give him back the world he once knew. Even if in those moments, she was his world. He will always indulge in it and make each moment last, and count.
“—Jean...” Her name fell from his lips like a sweet, whispered secret for only hear to hear ere he sealed them with a kiss. He tried to find trust and confidence in the moment — control, which he knew was entirely in Jean’s hands now. And maybe she knew by now that anytime she asks him to reveal his eyes to her, there was nothing else Scott could do — that she would be in control of it all.
“ if you're feeling like you need ᵃ ˡᶤᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵇᶤᵗ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵃᶰʸ you met me at THE PERFECT TIME . “ – @firefated liked for a starter
@firefated says, “ how long can i stay in a place that can’t contain me ? ” & it sinks like a stone to the very pit of her. national city has her in a stranglehold. reign’s crimes are the black-slick vines curling around her, suffocating out her good nature with its weighty, stifling guilt. sam’s breath picks up on a skipped hitch to showcase the rhythm of her hammer heart. “ ------- i’m still figuring that out myself, ” is her long-waited answer.
she has more power than the slim, gangly limbs of her body would betray ( can contain, to borrow a turn of phrase ). steely determination to match the moniker that’s trying to mirror tips a sly gild in the way she lifts her jaw until their gazes met. “ but i think you stay as long as you can. don’t give up, ” up-tilts a sparking optimism & encouragement for this woman who, like her, is learning to live with the weapon inside her. “ ----- you can do this. i know you can. ”
super sneaky starter call! / feat. @firefated ( JEAN . )
❛ ——- what ? being WOLVERINE doesn’t make me impervious to the wonder of a fucking mermaid. ❜
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SENTENCE MEME: ACCEPTING @firefated : ‘she used to say terrible things to me.’
terrible things, miserable, abhorrent, piercing things - does she seek to claim uniqueness in pain wrought by others? pity? h a.
waste of space. useless orphan. sick, twisted. pathetic psychopath. you’re going to die alone. a nobody. has she been told those things by that who she devoted so much of herself to, ripping herself open only to be torn apart? nooo, no, no - it’s impossible that she underwent equal agony. she should know that.
a tilt of the head, a thin curve of a smile approaching in time with the eventual words which leave his lips, “what can see all, yet still knows nothing?” a click of the tongue, a spreading of the smile. “you.”
@firefated. * did not ask for anything...
It’s strange -- knowing her father cannot be here, and yet this fiery-haired woman he’d had a complete ‘thing’ for is standing right before her -- a literal goddess of sorts. In some ways Laura feels intimidated, then again, she’s also just herself, pretending not to care or give a shit when in reality it’s all she can do to not take action. This kitchen feels foreign, even if it should feel familiar. It sort of smells like Xavier -- though he’s also not present. In her universe, he’s gone, but she’s seen both miraculous and abnormal occurrences in this life - who knows what’s to happen or where she’ll land. Right now, she’s tapping her fingers nonchalantly on the kitchen counter, nose scrunched a little as she sniffs about, a habit due to her ‘Wolverine’ like tendencies. -- Is it strange that she can smell remnants of her father here? It makes her heart ache.
❝ nice suit, ❞ it was with a causal twist of her fingers she opened, uncertain on what terms she met @firefated. there were forces at work outside the realm of understanding and there was some need to tread forward with intentional steps. ❝ — it looks good on you. ❞ // sc.