" i want you to keep speaking my love language baby talk your shit all night. " maybe it was the sixth bottle of champagne that finally broke the mutant tolerance, but emma was keen on locking eyes with jean. no matter the how many peers were in the room. / @pyrbird ft spotify wrapped.

her  weight  shifts ,    arms  cross  over  her  chest  and  wrap  tight  around  her  torso .    knuckles  and  joints  knock  into  place  as  the  mechanics ,   her  system ,   work  to  manoeuvre  her  fingers  in  place  of  the  tendons  she'd  lost ;      perhaps  she  isn't  real  anymore .        “ what  do  you  think ?    would  your  brain  really  manifest  someone  like  me ? ”        

"I'll be fine. I just had a huge blow up with my power and like always, I'm exhausted. It's the side effects of constantly absorbing literally all energy around me. Makes me groggy, and apparently makes me real grumpy. That ever happen with you? You channel some insane amount of power, surely you get a little ticked off every now and again, right?"

' & you look like you haven't been resting well AT ALL , dear , ' it's a finalizing statement , as though nothing else emma could say would top the backhandedness of it , but she continues on. ' i'm trying to reduce my caffeince consumption anyway — i care about my health. but , thanks for the heads up. ' after a moment in the fridge , she pulls out a bottle of water & leans towards the counter to pluck a large orange from a nearby basket. whilst peeling it , her sharp vision scans over jean grey once more , neatly sculpted brow raising in a manner that almost hinges on curiosity. ' — perhaps you need an off day. overworking yourself simply puts one foot in the grave , you know. & plagues a woman with premature wrinkles. ' 

" we've  done  enough . "         steady  words  bring  about  his  decision ,   bob's  decision ,   solidified  with  the  sentry's  overabundance  of  confidence  and  lack  of  a  mewling  stammer .   he  knew  the  verbal  tirade  he'd  be  met  with  upon  returning  to  the  watchtower ,   and  it  made  him  wish  to  remain  here  for  as  long  as  his  patience  would  allow .    something  had  to  be  done ,   and  bob  could  only  sit  by ,   be  told  to  step  aside ,   too  many  times  until  he  could  be  of  use .   this  wasn't  intentional ;   the  sentry's  emergence  hadn't  been  plotted  nor  undertaken  with  purpose .   bob's  days  may  be  better  and  the  curve  of  his  mental  wellbeing  may  be  steadier ,   but  the  highs  persisted ,   the  lows  still gruelling .         " you've  made  your  point . "