#infernaes

" You are an extension of me. " To say it aloud felt abnormal. Wrong. Only one of them was meant to exist but fate had other plans. Could fire and life always coexist? " I wish you didn't exist. " She wanted what was hers. Her memories. The X-Men. Scott. Herself. Jean wanted her life and not to share it with anyone. Always the selfless one in every situation. Why did she have to be selfless with her own existence? " The Goblin Queen. Why did you become her? " Jean needed to know : Is every reiteration of who she is meant to be evil?

this world had been unforgiving even before your birth,    even before it was reclaimed;   greenery now forced its way through the hardened asphalt,    engulfed the abandoned cities and climbed the skyscrapers,   a fuck you to all those that came before.   you would argue that it was healing,   but clickers walked the streets, the decay of once familiar faces now left with nothing but old photographs,  blurry memories of once held dear.      home no longer existed,   the wooden structure left to rot,   abandoned in the wake of the dead in hopes of finding safer shelter.   you cannot blame these people for leaving their homes in search of refuge,    many cities you had found yourself in promised themselves a safe haven for those running and those who grew up there.    they told promises that they could not keep,   let the city be overrun and you could only hope that some of them got out alive.