ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ɪs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪsᴜᴀʟs.

       “i need silence.” charles simply stated as he looked out onto the street, trying to move his mind past all of the screams so that he could find the one responsible for wreaking HAVOC on his city.

    she was a busy woman, her business wasn’t what had stopped her for sleeping for 3 days straight.   people couldn’t shut up, it didn’t help that this city was the city that ‘couldn’t sleep’ – she could care less what her neighbours were up to at 3 am; yet she knew, some people couldn’t help project their thoughts, it seemed.    she could filter it out, but sometimes, she felt listening to other people’s demons saved her from her own. silence is often worse than noise.    there’s one voice; well, it’s not a voice per-say – it’s a feeling, a presence, on a psychic plane, that she remembers.        broken out of her stupor by the barista calling her name, lithe fingers grasp around the hot beverage. violet eyes lock onto a figure that seems somewhat familiar.    she pauses, hovering above the spare opposite seat.   ‘ i’m sorry for intruding –’ a hand pulls back the seat opposite the woman, dark purple eyes now locked in a steely glaze, analysing the others features for the place she remembers the from ‘ – but we … know each other, correct ? ‘ 14 years did a lot to a persons memory ||  @visucls

telepathic signatures were a funny thing. really, there weren’t that many telepaths she had ever crossed path with, but if there was one thing that always stayed with her, then it was the way their mind worked. sure, she constantly had people’s thoughts in her head, and yet having another telepath in front of her had always been different. there was always a certain sense of recognition. this time was no different. while she had just been trying to get some words onto paper while having a coffee, there was something different about the energy around her. still, her writing had been slacking, so focusing on it was her main priority. that was until she was interrupted in her own thoughts, brown eyes finally looking up at the woman reagan herself believed to have encountered before. eyes narrowed slightly, trying to piece together the whole picture, yet unable to. “i believe we do...” she admitted, her accent still the same as it was when she was twelve years old.

Warren watched the woman amused, watching all her movements carefully. He watched the dart fly from her hand to the board, his eyebrow quirked up as it hit the bullseye. He was pretty impressed. Taking a step forward he looked at the woman as she asked her question. “Why the hell not.” He said grabbing a dart of his own.

admittedly, she was just the tiniest bit smug, seeing the look on the man’s face. a lot of guys tended to underestimate her when it came to darts, and admittedly, it had earned her quite a good amount of money in bets every now and again. watching the other grab a dart, a smirk painted her features. “well? what are you waiting for?”

val and reagan had been in contact for years, unfortunately, it had only ever been over the phone — whether it was on facetime or just on a regular call. they’d been trying to meet up for a long time but something always seemed to come up, whether it was shield business or otherwise. now, finally, they were going to meet up in person. having tea spilt on her wasn’t how she imagined meeting reagan again, but she wasn’t too bothered. “hey— reagan, stop. it’s fine. it’s just a shirt, i have plenty. one being ruined isn’t going to spoil anything.”

perhaps part of her had been nervous enough to not really pay attention on how exactly she was moving. sure, val and her had been in contact for years, however, meeting in person was definitely different. of course she was slightly nervous and maybe that was also part of the reason why her attempt to write to calm her nerves had been everything but successful. finally, when she realized that the person she had spilled tea on was no other than val herself, she calmed just slightly, the embarrassment becoming clear in the way the next words were rambled. “can you believe we finally manage to meet and the first thing i do is spill tea on you...”

the mutant was at home in a forest, LAYING down on the dirt              feeling the flowers lace her pale digits as the trees whistled. rarely would you catch her inside, mother nature her sister  ;  she was born to be outside, among her family. she could still hear the kids in the playground calling her names, how empty she’d felt when the x gene had been taken from her.          F  R  E  A  K.            but reconnected, she was happy. her brown redirected towards the woman in awe, a proud smirk on her pale lips.  ❛  beautiful, ain’t it  ?  mother nature is so kind.  ❜

“it’s MAGICAL!” she exclaimed, the smile on her features not disappearing. instead, it just got brighter, her warm brown eyes taking in the beauty of the flowers and the radiant green around the other. only now she realized that she way too rarely stopped to admire the beauty that was nature. seeing the other, it made her see how a lot of the time, people took it for granted. “i admire you,” she finally said. “you seem so free with your abilities.” reagan herself, however, still felt the need to keep hers mostly to herself, her fear of rejection ever present.

Alex leant against the bar watching her take her shot. There was good money on the table, and honestly this would be easy pickings, her first dart had barely even touched the bar before they’d agreed to play. His smirk soon fell from his face however when the dart flew straight into the bullseye “You just hustled me didn’t you?” Alex said taking the dart for his own, she had certainly played him

she grinned at the statement, which only told her that he thought she had just conned him with her suggestion to play for money. but really, did anyone ever suggest to bring money into the game if they weren’t good at what they were doing? “maybe you should learn not to underestimate people.” a shrug followed. “now would you like to have a go or do you want to surrender immediately?”

Elly: are you calling me out through text?! seriously reagan

Elly: i want to practice my powers.

Elly: im RESTLESS

Reagan: 😇

Reagan: Not at all 😇

Elly: the blue one with the stripes

Elly: ahhhh, i have no choice right

Elly: where are you anyway?

Reagan: Wasn't that the one you spilled wine on?

Reagan: Is it still at the dry cleaners?

Reagan: Everywhere and nowhere.

Elly: did you take my blouse?!

Elly: y'know i caan't find it

Elly: i can't not go to work because of this?!?!?!

Reagan: which blouse?

His eyes tried to focus on the other person’s lips as they talk, and he makes out most of the words, but one of them just doesn’t make sense. “I’m sorry can you say that again?” Clint asks them nicely. Usually he’s pretty good at this sort of thing, but there’s always some words that are just too similar. He had a cup of warm coffee in his left hand, so he lifts it up to take a small sip as he waits, observing his company still. 

Really, it wasn’t that big of a deal. When her name had been called by the barista and the cup had been placed down on the counter, she had just been a couple feet away. However, someone else seemed to have gotten a hold of her coffee before her. “Sorry, I believe that one’s mine,” she had said, before realizing he was trying to read her lips. Oh. He most likely hadn’t heard that it had been her name that had been called. Reagan gave him a warm smile, slightly awkwardly pointing at the name on the cup just a moment later, once he had already taken a sip from her coffee. “I believe that one was mine.”