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@treudamon doubled down 🂡 — ! "haven't you already made up your mind? why ask me now?"

AS SAID BY THE INQUISITOR, PART 1

“Ya always know wut ta say, wit’out all de lecturin', y’know?”

With a sigh, Remy’s fingers combed through his hair, debating his next words. Of all the people he had been around, Kurt was definitely the one to be honest with.

He felt that his two lives couldn’t exist in harmony, torn between redemption and obligation, X-men and thieves, good and what others would consider evil. Remy had his own thoughts about the last notion, but now wasn’t the time to discuss it.

Accepting || The Menu (2022) Prompts

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Thad stops himself mid-jaw unhinging, ready to sink his teeth into the quintuple-decker cheeseburger, a monstrosity of meat, cheese, and sauce to see Nightcrawler peering over his shoulder.

He looks from Nightcrawler to his burger, shoulders squeezing in on himself for a second before, relaxing, and asking somewhat reluctantly, "Did you...Did you want some?"

𝖆𝖗𝖒𝖘   𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖉   𝖍𝖎𝖌𝖍   𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖛𝖊   𝖍𝖊𝖗   𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉   ,        positioning   like   the   she   were   receiving   nothing   but   the   highest   praises   this   da   damn   galaxy   ’n   allat.        ❝        ain't   you   jus’   tha   sweetest   lil   honey-bee   in   tha   hive   ,        boo?    Mèsi,   chè.        ❞         Monica   lowered   just   to   sneak   a   lil   bitty   squeeze   of   the   Kurt's   cheek   while   she's   at   it.

[ txt: SPAIZIERGANG ] what do you mean? Kurt wasn't the type to panic anymore. He was older now and by this point in his life he'd learned to sew his head to his shoulders, but even this soldering couldn't last against panic. The call button managed to get pressed through all his fumbling with the phone, trying to keep his voice level when she finally answered. “ Where are you? geht es dir gut?? Gott. Don't play around like this --- what trouble are you in? ”

& WHAT WERE HANDS ... created for ? Beautiful form, these appendages that seek ──────── the form of another, fingers for intertwining in joy & in grief, in life's breath. HANDS ... blossomed into existence for this alone, even along screens, among blue light; connection.

RELIEF FORMS AS LETTERS 'PON A THIN SCREEN, gaze bent into exhaustion & she cannot help her grin, thumb shakily shifting ──────── yet, vibration begins before she may find letters & with a swipe, his voice echoes the deep. ENERVATION TWISTS & at once, she is torn to her knees, tresses to scatter 'pon the muddled waters of the alleyway, spine again stonewall as she laughs, a splatter of vermillion from lips. ❛❛ Heh, did I s - surprise you ? I - I'm sorry, Kuku ... It's, haa ... ❜❜ IT WOULD BE ... acceptable, yes ? To seek, to be found, to return, to trouble those that care; thus, these wires of life. SHE REMEMBERS A TIRED PALM, wrinkled in elder age & whispered words ... there would come a dawn when she could run to another, he swore. FLAMES STING THE GAZE, voice tumbling to crack. ❛❛ Could you please, c - come get me ? I'm alright ... it's just a few broken ribs & a gunshot. ❜❜

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /[your muse] is the good influence  /[your muse] is the bad influence  /[my muse] is the good influence  /[my muse] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

a twitch of the brow. his fingers hover over his cosmic communicator as a faint smirk graces his lips — an expression of amusement. adam tilts his head slightly,   contemplating the weight of maternal disapproval,   before crafting his response with deliberate precision.

[ sms 📲 ] my contact is not meant for trivialities such as this,   kurt.

[ sms 📲 ] ...

[ sms 📲 ] did you disrupt the balance of the universe,   or simply forget it was your turn to do the dishes?

𝑻𝑬𝑿𝑻𝑺 𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑴 𝑨𝑵 𝑼𝑵𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑫 𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑬 𝑹𝑶𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹 – 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑬𝑬 .

The one regret Irene had was having to leave Kurt behind. He was the product of the love she shared with Raven, and it hurt both of them to not be able to be there for him. Now that they lived on Krakoa, she finally had the ability to see her son again and try to bond with him. Sure, he would most likely be very hesitant considering her background, but she hoped he would still be willing to give her a chance.