#hwltt

        ❝       BAD   LUCK  ?     ❞      arms    folded   across    her   chest  ,     CHESHIRE   CAT    HAS   POSSESSED   HER   !      her   grin    reveals    the   answer   was   already   in   her   knowledge  ....    there   was     no   mistaking    that    frown  .      

    SHE’S BEEN WAITING. Good things come to those who do, apparently. Although, in all her poise, the feline is tempted to stick those sharp nails into the upholstery of the arm chair. She always knows how to make a rather dramatic ENTRANCE. Like now, sitting here, in the dark, waiting for him to come back. 

     The door knob turns and so does that blonde head; “took you long enough, LOVER.” As if she hadn’t just broken in and poured herself a DRINK. Did you miss her, Logan? Your favourite troublesome Cat? 

❝Did  you  know  that  the  mutant  gene  is  often  triggered  by  some  form  of  traumatic  event?  Although  there  are  exceptions.  For  instance,  often  times  when  there  is  a  sudden  change  in  emotions;  when  a  person  goes  from  one  extreme  to  the  other,  doing  a  complete  180,  the  body  gets  confused  and  chemicals  are  released  triggering  the  gene  to  life. However,  if  one  has  already  triggered  their  mutant  gene,  then  such  emotions  can  trigger  new  abilities  they  never  thought  they  had.❞

And  it’s  after  this  brief,  but  seemingly  random  bit  of  teaching  that  Charles  raises  his  hand.  Across  the  room,  next  to  Logan  is  a  bookshelf.  It  begins  to  tremble  until  eventually,  a  book  flies  across  the  room  and  lands  on  his  desk  with  ease.

she loved being there. it was satisfying beyond words to be able to help these kids. to be able to help mutants of all kinds. & she had even managed to build relationships with other professors, other mutants, and even break down the walls of some of the toughest. namely, logan. it was hard for her to get him to be comfortable around her, in fact, she was fairly certain that he couldn’t stand her when they first met, but after spending some time together, the two of them realized that they were a lot more compatible than they might have thought.

now door knocks come late in the evening or early in the morning. coffee is shared. time spent together. something was blossoming.

' don’t worry, logan. ’ alana tells him with a soft coo of her voice. ‘ you’re not going to hurt me, i’ve got this almost perfected. i just need more practice. ’ she tells him, looking at the skeet plate in his hand. ‘ just throw it at me, i’ll make sure it doesn’t hit me, and if it does, ’ she shrugs. ‘ it’s my fault. ’ as one of the x-men it was important that her powers were at full capacity at all times, right now perfecting her telekinesis in order to deflect oncoming objects. maybe, even bullets.

‘ come on, as fast and hard as you can throw it. i trust you. ’

❛      you  and  i  are  going  to  butch  and  sundance  our  way  through  this  town  and  come  out  the  other  side.    ❜

            perhaps it is the weight of her crimes that brings her down now. for as many drinks as she’s swallowed into oblivion ( like that star, like those people ) she cannot parch the ache in her throat. the chords abused by her screams and the screams of her victims mirrored in suspended animation that makes it incredibly hard to sleep. did Death think he did her a favor by allowing her to be resurrected when her friends had seen the worst of her? did he think that, by allowing her to live, she might never give into the power that would never truly leave her alone? did he not say that her spirit was carved from pieces of it? did that not mean she was forced to live over and over again until even that became tiresome? reborn again because no other host could be as closely bonded to it as she?

            with the crushing weight of her thoughts she waves for another drink and the bartender eyes her almost wearily  —— what normal person could consume as much as she had and still be clear of conscious?  ❝   it’s not what you think, just give me something...  ❞ she should certainly not be here and it seems as she might have come to be retrieved. logan’s thoughts, after all, were ones she knew well. she knows when he comes and when he leaves, no matter the distance between them. ❝  I don’t feel like leaving yet, you might as well take a seat .  ❞