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MUNDAY IS BACK!

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Gravel crunching beneath her feet, Anja approached the front door of the Jean Grey School. She could see students everywhere, wandering both in and out of doors and trying to enjoy the warm, sunny day. She almost vividly remembered the last time she'd been in this exact spot on the driveway, looking back at the place she had called home.

Would anyone remember her? She had been a student, had assisted on a few missions but she had never really made friends. At least, if she had made friends, they were not close enough to keep in contact after a couple of months.

The ache that had finally consumed her brought her back, though. Though she might not be recognized by the individuals, she knew that the house must know her. The worn wood of the doors and the metal doorknobs that were wearing somewhat from oxidation, they knew her. And the soft carpet that trailed over the wood floors, the banisters with various scorch marks and nicks, the room that she still remembered in painstaking detail... it must all remember her... right?

She shifted the weight of her duffel bag on her shoulder, feeling uneasy with the burden and the weight of her decision. Perhaps nobody would remember her. Perhaps they did remember her, but nobody wanted her. Perhaps they woul--

"Ms. Munroe," she blurted out as the mutant's form came into view, gorgeous white hair and all. Anja didn't know what to expect, honestly, but she was back. Hopefully, she was here to stay.

#thewindriderororomunroe #hi!#have a starter... >.>#*drops and runs*

This blog is now an independent blog.

In the somewhat near future, activity will resume on this account in the realm of independent roleplaying. Please be forewarned.

#ooc

thebamfingblueelf

See you, space cowboys.

I say this with a heavy heart, but I’m bowing out due to personal reasons. I wish you all the best and it’s been a joy interacting with everyone. I hope you all continue to have fun and get into all kinds of shenanigans in this lovely universe.

Thank you for having me along with Kurt in all his cuteness, Erik in all his anger, and Peter in all his swearing.

Feel free to poke at me on skype. Ich liebe euch alle. <3

atma-ka-ajna

Love you, darling. Wishing you happiness wherever you go. <3

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Fuck, kill or marry

This or that

Personal questions

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Anything you want!

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#reflection

✍, ❥, ✚ :)

"You won't be drinking tonight, will you?" Jean-Paul asked, and Anja looked confused for a moment.

"I thought Kurt and Rogue wanted me to, for my birthday and all...?" Anja looked around, feeling thoroughly confused at the chaos around them. For a group of superheroes, they were remarkably disorganized as a group of people. Particularly ones trying to enjoy themselves.

"But it's not your birthday."

Anja just looked at him, somewhat dumbfounded at his acknowledgement of the fact. "I didn't know you knew."

*~*"Jean-Paul," Anja murmured, two hours and a drink later. "I think he's looking at you."

"Anja, really--"

"I didn't say anything. Just, he's looking at you."

She smiled into her drink as Jean-Paul looked over suspiciously and finally picked himself up to approach the man at the other end of the bar.

*~*

Five drinks later, Anja plopped down at the bar, leaning against Jean-Paul in a gesture that was less comforting than it was to stabilize her. "J-Jean-Paul," she greeted him with a smile too large and happy for his current mood.

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry he was so terrible," she said, attempting to sound sober. It wasn't working.

"That's all right..."

"I'm sure Kurt and I can keep you company instead! We'd be more fun than him."

His head whipped around and he studied her warily. What was she on about? "That's-- I don't-- Anja, that's rather inappropriate."

She paused, sitting up straight with a confused expression on her face. "Oh. But I thought nobody likes being alo-- Ohhh..." She paused for a moment. "Well, that... makes sense... Just Kurt, then?"

"Anja!" Jean-Paul should have felt offended, should have chastised her, but the earnest expression on her face just made him laugh. "I will be fine, I assure you."

*~*

How they had ended up back home was something of a mystery, but how Anja had ended up in his bathroom, coughing and vomiting into the toilet was just as confusing.

"Never again?" He asked, somewhat amused that he'd escaped the night with only a slight dry throat and a headache that needed nothing more than coffee to cure.

"No," Anja all but sobbed into the toilet. "Never again. I hate them. I hate them all." She retched again and Jean-Paul held her hair back as she emptied her stomach of its contents. "I hate Kurt and I hate Rogue and I hate everyone..."

He chuckled softly as Anja went on. Typical Sunday morning.

#here have a thing #blaaaah it's bad #alpha-vol-etoilepolaire

∞

Anja had never felt so bold, but there were many things she had not done before this night. Half-naked in the dim light of a waning moon, she straddled the other's lap, delighted by the shallow breaths she'd evoked from her partner.

Her fingers teased the agent, drew even more sighs and whines as they played in the agent's office. Anja dipped her head, expecting to press another heated kiss to the SHIELD agent's lips. Instead, Grace had leaned back just enough to throw Anja off and their lips met gently instead.

Grace's hands were on Anja's waist, thumbs gently brushing at the mutant's body, drawing shivers as she touched on sensitive skin. Their mouths came together, seemed to stop time as they kissed. It was gentleness itself, almost tender as Anja cradled the other's head in her hands. Warmth spread through her body again, and as they pulled apart, Anja leaned her forehead against the other. "Grace," she breathed, lips brushing against a soft cheek, soft skin that ran down taut muscles--

The door opened and an unbearable flooded the room. Anja wrapped her arms around the agent, twisted in her spot to see a dark figure in the doorway, with overwhelming flames dancing behind him. Anja tried to speak but the heat seemed to sear her lungs. She couldn't even scream. The heat seemed to push them from the floor, pushing the three of them higher and higher through the fire that had no end. Anja made to get up from her seat, but there was nowhere to go so high in the air.

"Don't stop on my account," the figure murmured, voice deep, as seductive as it was terrifying. "By all means, puppet... make her dance."

Anja woke up screaming. Her footing slipped and she fell back onto the shingles of the roof, the cold air slicing at her through her bedclothes. She grabbed frantically at her arms and legs to make sure they had not been seared away by flame. Overcome with relief, Anja began to sob, if only with relief at the fact that she could.

#wow #not only is this late #it's... uh... weird #I'm so sorry #agent-hummingbird

Anja respects Jean-Paul for all that he’s done for the school. Though she talks to him somewhat less than the other teachers and X-Men, he never greets her with anything less than a smile and a pleasant greeting. They may not yet be friends but to her, the mansion would shine less brightly without his presence.

[Edit: …I totally did the wrong meme for this. Dear god, I’m so sorry.]

#SUPER LATE MEME IS LATE #I'm sorryyyyy #alpha-vol-etoilepolaire

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Hugh Dancy flashing some skin

#teammates #kurt #kurt no #kurt no stop it right this instant

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Nurse

Maid

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School uniform

Nothing but undergarments

Nothing but a collar

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A mermaid

Cosplay (any character of your choice)

A frog

Pyjamas

Your muse’s clothes

Full body armor

& Why:

A birthday treat

As a dare

A costume party

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For a date

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To sleep over

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thenamesrogue

Rogue laughed, shrugging. She had a reputation for having quite a temper, though it had been years since she’d had trouble controlling it. Still, Rogue had no qualms about yelling at people or smacking them with whatever she happened to have in her hand, be it a book or a frying pan. She never hurt anyone too badly, so she didn’t see a problem with it.

"What about Kurt?" Rogue asked as Anja trailed off. She had no clue what her friend could be talking about. Surely she didn’t think anyone would turn Kurt away…

Grinning, Rogue nodded. “Well, Anja, Ah am an Avenger, ya know,” she said. “And Ah happened to have saved him recently… guess he thought he owed me a favor.” She chuckled, looking up at the celing. “Though Ah did try to kill ‘im back when Ah was a teenager. Good thing we’ve moved past that…” She turned back to Anja. “Sorry, no ice cream left.”

atma-ka-ajna

"I was just worried that, since you didn't yell at him, you took it more personally, or..." She shook her head, laughing as she waved her hand to dismiss the topic. "I told you, it was silly. I just... reacted less than well when he got back." Her cheeks heated up, and she prayed that they weren't red. Was she really going to get into this conversation right now?

It took a moment for her to shift gears as she remembered that Rogue was an Avenger. "Even then..." She laughed. "I still can't believe you know Tony Stark. I'm still so surprised by all of the people we see! I mean, look at all of the people the X-Men interacts with-- I never thought I'd actually be a part of it."

#thenamesrogue