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His lungs were filled with smoke water, they burnedtheyburnedtheyburned.
He It felt like it was drowning. He had to get up.
Gasping out of the water it he looked around. So many people, why were they touching him? Where is Bruce?
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AGE : "..." (16)
PURPOSE : Protect? Kill?
NAME : "... Jay-son."
STATUS : Post-Lazarus Pit, displaying aggression.
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Jean is wandering through the streets of Gotham, instructed to investigate something to do with mutant mistreatment.
She notices Jason, green eyes narrowing. He's not a mutant, but the phoenix claws inside of her, telling her to look after him.
"excuse me? Are you alright?" She approaches, asking gently
— @cykeandjeanie
It's hidden behind a dumpster where he belongs when she approaches it. It's curled up tightly in loose league robes. Some of it is torn considering the fact it doesn't give him much protection aside from the armour on his chest.
It still has the hood on but disposed of the lenses on his eyes in favour of clawing at them. They're supposed to be blue. This is wrong, he is wrong. The muzzle is still on it's face, locked on and digging into the skin there. It isn't supposed to take it off so it doesn't. It doesn't want to see it's face.
It flinches at her voice, only backing up further when she approaches. It doesn't know her, it doesn't know why it's here. It does not have a mission, it does not have a target. All it wants to do is hide.
She crouches down next to him. "It's okay… it's alright"
it's another revived. not by me. he should be yours to protect and teach. As my host. The phoenix screeches in her mind, and she agrees.
It just curls up more, trying to hide behind something to protect himself. It could easily kill her, already thinking and scanning multiple exits or ways he could end her life but.. it doesn't want to and it doesn't have any objective or target so it technically doesn't have to?
"Hey… it's alright. I know what it feels like to come back to life, I want to help you" she says softly.
Jean's a motherly presence, warm and gentle.
It doesn't move any further back at least, still curled up tight and hiding it's face in it's knees. It's eyes are peeking over them, green and glowing. It doesn't know her or what she wants from it.
"It's alright, I'd like to help you"
She outstretches her hand, a simple offering
It flinches at the hand, expecting to be hit and ducking. After a few seconds of nothing happens it looks back up, eyes wide and not sure what she wants.
"you can take it, if you want. I'm not gonna hurt you, okay honey?"
It frowns, though that isn't visible with the muzzle, not sure what she means. It doesn't know what it wants... it wants.. he wants to go home. He flinches at the memory, the thought, hitting it's head to try stop it.
She takes his hand, pulling it away from his head. Her touch is warm, gentle.
"Honey, you don't have to hurt yourself"
It goes slack almost at the touch, freezing and letting her do whatever she wants to it. It's just supposed to let it happen. It doesn't know what she will do but the touch is gentle and warm enough he doesn't mind.. at least until it turns sour.
She doesn't move, she's just there. Warm and present.
"Honey… do you want me to touch you? You don't have to talk, just nod or tap if you want to be touched okay?"
It just stares at the hand touching him, like it's waiting for her to attack or.. do something. Nothing is happening and it's not sure what to do. It doesn't know what it wants, just that it doesn't like when things hurt or hurting others.
"Okay…" she breathes slowly, her other hand coming to rest on his other arm.
"does this feel okay? Tap me once if it's okay honey"
It flinches at the touch out of instinct, not moving away or anything afterwards. Okay..? It isn't sure what that means. It doesn't hurt so it thinks it's okay.. She might get angry if it doesn't listen so it taps her once, lightly with barely any pressure.
"okay honey, thank you."
Her touch is still warm and gentle
"Do you want to be held? Or would you like to stay for a while. Tap once for moving." Jean said gently
It isn't sure what to choose, what's the right option. It doesn't know what she means– where are they going? Where is she going to take him? Is she going to do something– It doesn't know and it's only more panicked by the options.
"Shhhhh it's okay honey… I'm sorry I didn't explain" she soothed gently
"if we move, I'll take you back to where I'm staying. It's warm and out of the cold. We'll get you something to eat and some new clothes."
It blinks, not sure how she knew what it was thinking. It.. likes that idea it thinks but it also thinks it's heard this story before. It's probably a trap or she'll want something in return. It doesn't matter to it so it'll let her do whatever she wants to it.
"Is that okay, honey?" She asks gently
It hesitantly nods, just once and sharply but enough to convey the meaning.
"alright…"
She gently scoops him into her arms. The comforting warmth surrounds him as she cradles him against her chest. "You okay?"
It tenses when picked up, better than full on flinching like before, looking around. It's warm and more comfortable then any touch he's had in a long time. It moves to hide it's face in her shoulder, like a child almost, nodding in response.
She nods, humming a little. Jean runs her fingers through his hair, a comforting gesture.
"I'm going to start walking, okay?"
It's hair is all matted with blood and dirt, tangled and frizzy. It used to be curly. It doesn't know why it thinks or remembers that. It doesn't respond to the question, just waiting for them to start.
She begins walking, to her and Scott's temporary accomodations. Jean is warm, and she tries not to jostle the boy in her arms.
It just stays in her arms, grabbing onto her clothes after a while to just stay on. It does peek to see where she is taking him and to potentially retrace his steps if needed.
She hums, entering an apartment a few minutes later.
"I'm sorry it's not very homey, it's temporary"
It turns its head to look around the place, squinting a bit as its eyes adjust to the lights. Considering the fact it has been living in the league for.. however long it’s been back this place is pretty nice and much safer.
"Do you want me to comb your hair? It's tangled" Jean asked softly
It isn’t sure what it’s supposed to answer to that. If she’s offering that must mean she wants it to say yes? It thinks for a bit longer than necessary before nodding hesitantly, already tensed and bracing for something to happen if it’s wrong.
she gently settles him on the bed, picking up a comb off the bedside table and sitting next to him.
Jean worked through the knots and tangles with gentle precision.
It moves to sit up straight on it's knees when placed down, the proper posture and position. Sometimes he had to kneel too but this was for resting. Being on the bed already makes him nervous, his breathing picking up a bit before stopping it completely. If he shows fear he'll only be hurt.
It makes sure to be still and not show any signs of pain while she combs through the hair, watching out of the corner of it's eye.
She's as gentle as can be.
"tell me if I hurt you accidentally, okay?"
That's probably a lie or trick so obviously it's not going to do that. The pain isn't really that much, not compared to anything else it's experienced anyways.
"It's no trick, I just want to know if I'm hurting you so I can be more gentle"
It freezes at that, not sure how she knows, how did she know? The only private thing it's ever had was his thoughts and does it not have that? It doesn't respond, just waiting for her to finish brushing it's hair.
She sets the comb down a few moments later.
It keeps it's head bowed down, looking down into his lap. It feels like it's just waiting to be punished at this point, not knowing what it did wrong and just.. unable to do anything.
"honey… you haven't done anything wrong" she said softly, tucking a stray curl behind his ear.
It flinches at the touch, expecting to be slapped or hit but nothing happens. It's so confusing. At least in the league he knew what not to do, had orders to follow. It doesn't know what it's supposed to do now, what she is going to use it for. What is it supposed to do?
she just sat beside him, not moving for a moment, allowing him to decide what he wanted to do.
An odd feeling bubbled up in her chest. Something maternal.
It would track her movements, glowing green eyes now dulled but still that unnatural colour. It doesn't even know her name, it never knew any of it's trainers or handlers names. It used to just observe and figure it out along the way if he spent enough time with them. It.. hopes it spends enough time with her to find out.
She hums
"Okay, I'm gonna ask you a question, I want you to tap once for yes and twice for no."
Jean's voice was still gentle as she questioned "Can you speak?"
It perks up a bit at the order, taking in the instructions.
It.. isn't sure what to answer that question with, pressing it's lips together before correcting itself despite the fact the muzzle is still on it's face. It could.. talk in theory, it's vocal cords work (it knows this because it can still scream. They only hurt it more though when it made any sound.) but it's been so long it doesn't know if it has the ability to.
It just shrugs before tensing and bracing, preparing to be punished because it couldn't even follow those simple instructions.
"It's okay… do you want me to take the muzzle off and ask again" she questions softly
It blinks, returning to its earlier position when it realises it wont be punished. The muzzle is usually only put on during missions so people can't see his mouth and he can't speak.
Usually there is a locking component though and the muzzle digs into his skin. If it was to be ripped off some of his skin would come with it. It's anyways not allowed to take it off.
Jean moves, looking at the locking mechanism. She narrows her eyes at it. Focusing.
The mechanism opens with a click.
It's caught off guard by that, letting it fall of it's face before bringing it's hands up to hide it. It's face is covered in scars and.. ugly. It doesn't want to see it or anyone else.
"It's alright honey…"
It moves to curl up on itself, hiding it's face in it's knees and keeping the muzzle in it's lap. It feels like it can breathe for the first time in a while at least.
"you don't have to talk, okay, but I'd like to ask you something."
She sighed softly "would you like a notebook so we can communicate better for now?"
It blinks, tilting its head towards her. It just shrugs, not sure. Its safer not to answer properly, it seems to have worked so far.
"you don't?" She asks, seemingly as a confirmation
It pauses, not really responding to that and letting her answer for it. It hasn't written in.. a long time.
"Do you not know?" Her voice is gentle, not belittling
It shakes it's head, keeping it's head bowed. It doesn't know what to choose, it just hopes she wont be mad.
"Okay, we don't have to choose right now. Would you like to watch some TV for a while?"
It pauses at that question, not really expecting it. It nods before really thinking. Maybe it should have thought about it more, what if she gets mad–
"Okay… we'll just see what's on and you tell me when to change the channel ok?" She smiled flipping the TV on.
It nods, shifting it's gaze to the TV and waiting. It really doesn't care what they watch.
She settles on a cooking show, setting the remote down
"let me know if you want me to change the channel, would you like something to eat?"
It immediately shakes it's head at the idea of that, curling up more. It hasn't eaten in.. years it thinks and the last time it did it couldn't keep it down. The thought of it makes it feel even more nervous.
"Alright, no food for now" she nodded, her voice gentle
It lets out a shaky sigh of relief, glancing back at the TV. The thought of having to eat later makes it's stomach twist but it's supposed to just listen so it stays still.
She sits beside him. Jean doesn't touch him, waiting for him to come to her, not unlike how one would treat a stray
It eyes her a bit when she moves closer, not sure what to do. It can feel itself growing more tired, the show only serving as background noise and the words seeming more muffled then anything but he wasn't told to sleep and something might happen if he does..
Jean is wandering through the streets of Gotham, instructed to investigate something to do with mutant mistreatment.
She notices Jason, green eyes narrowing. He's not a mutant, but the phoenix claws inside of her, telling her to look after him.
"excuse me? Are you alright?" She approaches, asking gently
— @cykeandjeanie
It's hidden behind a dumpster where he belongs when she approaches it. It's curled up tightly in loose league robes. Some of it is torn considering the fact it doesn't give him much protection aside from the armour on his chest.
It still has the hood on but disposed of the lenses on his eyes in favour of clawing at them. They're supposed to be blue. This is wrong, he is wrong. The muzzle is still on it's face, locked on and digging into the skin there. It isn't supposed to take it off so it doesn't. It doesn't want to see it's face.
It flinches at her voice, only backing up further when she approaches. It doesn't know her, it doesn't know why it's here. It does not have a mission, it does not have a target. All it wants to do is hide.
She crouches down next to him. "It's okay… it's alright"
it's another revived. not by me. he should be yours to protect and teach. As my host. The phoenix screeches in her mind, and she agrees.
It just curls up more, trying to hide behind something to protect himself. It could easily kill her, already thinking and scanning multiple exits or ways he could end her life but.. it doesn't want to and it doesn't have any objective or target so it technically doesn't have to?
"Hey… it's alright. I know what it feels like to come back to life, I want to help you" she says softly.
Jean's a motherly presence, warm and gentle.
It doesn't move any further back at least, still curled up tight and hiding it's face in it's knees. It's eyes are peeking over them, green and glowing. It doesn't know her or what she wants from it.
"It's alright, I'd like to help you"
She outstretches her hand, a simple offering
It flinches at the hand, expecting to be hit and ducking. After a few seconds of nothing happens it looks back up, eyes wide and not sure what she wants.
"you can take it, if you want. I'm not gonna hurt you, okay honey?"
It frowns, though that isn't visible with the muzzle, not sure what she means. It doesn't know what it wants... it wants.. he wants to go home. He flinches at the memory, the thought, hitting it's head to try stop it.
She takes his hand, pulling it away from his head. Her touch is warm, gentle.
"Honey, you don't have to hurt yourself"
It goes slack almost at the touch, freezing and letting her do whatever she wants to it. It's just supposed to let it happen. It doesn't know what she will do but the touch is gentle and warm enough he doesn't mind.. at least until it turns sour.
She doesn't move, she's just there. Warm and present.
"Honey… do you want me to touch you? You don't have to talk, just nod or tap if you want to be touched okay?"
It just stares at the hand touching him, like it's waiting for her to attack or.. do something. Nothing is happening and it's not sure what to do. It doesn't know what it wants, just that it doesn't like when things hurt or hurting others.
"Okay…" she breathes slowly, her other hand coming to rest on his other arm.
"does this feel okay? Tap me once if it's okay honey"
It flinches at the touch out of instinct, not moving away or anything afterwards. Okay..? It isn't sure what that means. It doesn't hurt so it thinks it's okay.. She might get angry if it doesn't listen so it taps her once, lightly with barely any pressure.
"okay honey, thank you."
Her touch is still warm and gentle
"Do you want to be held? Or would you like to stay for a while. Tap once for moving." Jean said gently
It isn't sure what to choose, what's the right option. It doesn't know what she means– where are they going? Where is she going to take him? Is she going to do something– It doesn't know and it's only more panicked by the options.
"Shhhhh it's okay honey… I'm sorry I didn't explain" she soothed gently
"if we move, I'll take you back to where I'm staying. It's warm and out of the cold. We'll get you something to eat and some new clothes."
It blinks, not sure how she knew what it was thinking. It.. likes that idea it thinks but it also thinks it's heard this story before. It's probably a trap or she'll want something in return. It doesn't matter to it so it'll let her do whatever she wants to it.
"Is that okay, honey?" She asks gently
It hesitantly nods, just once and sharply but enough to convey the meaning.
"alright…"
She gently scoops him into her arms. The comforting warmth surrounds him as she cradles him against her chest. "You okay?"
It tenses when picked up, better than full on flinching like before, looking around. It's warm and more comfortable then any touch he's had in a long time. It moves to hide it's face in her shoulder, like a child almost, nodding in response.
She nods, humming a little. Jean runs her fingers through his hair, a comforting gesture.
"I'm going to start walking, okay?"
It's hair is all matted with blood and dirt, tangled and frizzy. It used to be curly. It doesn't know why it thinks or remembers that. It doesn't respond to the question, just waiting for them to start.
She begins walking, to her and Scott's temporary accomodations. Jean is warm, and she tries not to jostle the boy in her arms.
It just stays in her arms, grabbing onto her clothes after a while to just stay on. It does peek to see where she is taking him and to potentially retrace his steps if needed.
She hums, entering an apartment a few minutes later.
"I'm sorry it's not very homey, it's temporary"
It turns its head to look around the place, squinting a bit as its eyes adjust to the lights. Considering the fact it has been living in the league for.. however long it’s been back this place is pretty nice and much safer.
"Do you want me to comb your hair? It's tangled" Jean asked softly
It isn’t sure what it’s supposed to answer to that. If she’s offering that must mean she wants it to say yes? It thinks for a bit longer than necessary before nodding hesitantly, already tensed and bracing for something to happen if it’s wrong.
she gently settles him on the bed, picking up a comb off the bedside table and sitting next to him.
Jean worked through the knots and tangles with gentle precision.
It moves to sit up straight on it's knees when placed down, the proper posture and position. Sometimes he had to kneel too but this was for resting. Being on the bed already makes him nervous, his breathing picking up a bit before stopping it completely. If he shows fear he'll only be hurt.
It makes sure to be still and not show any signs of pain while she combs through the hair, watching out of the corner of it's eye.
She's as gentle as can be.
"tell me if I hurt you accidentally, okay?"
That's probably a lie or trick so obviously it's not going to do that. The pain isn't really that much, not compared to anything else it's experienced anyways.
"It's no trick, I just want to know if I'm hurting you so I can be more gentle"
It freezes at that, not sure how she knows, how did she know? The only private thing it's ever had was his thoughts and does it not have that? It doesn't respond, just waiting for her to finish brushing it's hair.
She sets the comb down a few moments later.
It keeps it's head bowed down, looking down into his lap. It feels like it's just waiting to be punished at this point, not knowing what it did wrong and just.. unable to do anything.
"honey… you haven't done anything wrong" she said softly, tucking a stray curl behind his ear.
It flinches at the touch, expecting to be slapped or hit but nothing happens. It's so confusing. At least in the league he knew what not to do, had orders to follow. It doesn't know what it's supposed to do now, what she is going to use it for. What is it supposed to do?
she just sat beside him, not moving for a moment, allowing him to decide what he wanted to do.
An odd feeling bubbled up in her chest. Something maternal.
It would track her movements, glowing green eyes now dulled but still that unnatural colour. It doesn't even know her name, it never knew any of it's trainers or handlers names. It used to just observe and figure it out along the way if he spent enough time with them. It.. hopes it spends enough time with her to find out.
She hums
"Okay, I'm gonna ask you a question, I want you to tap once for yes and twice for no."
Jean's voice was still gentle as she questioned "Can you speak?"
It perks up a bit at the order, taking in the instructions.
It.. isn't sure what to answer that question with, pressing it's lips together before correcting itself despite the fact the muzzle is still on it's face. It could.. talk in theory, it's vocal cords work (it knows this because it can still scream. They only hurt it more though when it made any sound.) but it's been so long it doesn't know if it has the ability to.
It just shrugs before tensing and bracing, preparing to be punished because it couldn't even follow those simple instructions.
"It's okay… do you want me to take the muzzle off and ask again" she questions softly
It blinks, returning to its earlier position when it realises it wont be punished. The muzzle is usually only put on during missions so people can't see his mouth and he can't speak.
Usually there is a locking component though and the muzzle digs into his skin. If it was to be ripped off some of his skin would come with it. It's anyways not allowed to take it off.
Jean moves, looking at the locking mechanism. She narrows her eyes at it. Focusing.
The mechanism opens with a click.
It's caught off guard by that, letting it fall of it's face before bringing it's hands up to hide it. It's face is covered in scars and.. ugly. It doesn't want to see it or anyone else.
"It's alright honey…"
It moves to curl up on itself, hiding it's face in it's knees and keeping the muzzle in it's lap. It feels like it can breathe for the first time in a while at least.
"you don't have to talk, okay, but I'd like to ask you something."
She sighed softly "would you like a notebook so we can communicate better for now?"
It blinks, tilting its head towards her. It just shrugs, not sure. Its safer not to answer properly, it seems to have worked so far.
"you don't?" She asks, seemingly as a confirmation
It pauses, not really responding to that and letting her answer for it. It hasn't written in.. a long time.
"Do you not know?" Her voice is gentle, not belittling
It shakes it's head, keeping it's head bowed. It doesn't know what to choose, it just hopes she wont be mad.
"Okay, we don't have to choose right now. Would you like to watch some TV for a while?"
It pauses at that question, not really expecting it. It nods before really thinking. Maybe it should have thought about it more, what if she gets mad–
"Okay… we'll just see what's on and you tell me when to change the channel ok?" She smiled flipping the TV on.
It nods, shifting it's gaze to the TV and waiting. It really doesn't care what they watch.
She settles on a cooking show, setting the remote down
"let me know if you want me to change the channel, would you like something to eat?"
It immediately shakes it's head at the idea of that, curling up more. It hasn't eaten in.. years it thinks and the last time it did it couldn't keep it down. The thought of it makes it feel even more nervous.
"Alright, no food for now" she nodded, her voice gentle
It lets out a shaky sigh of relief, glancing back at the TV. The thought of having to eat later makes it's stomach twist but it's supposed to just listen so it stays still.
Jean is wandering through the streets of Gotham, instructed to investigate something to do with mutant mistreatment.
She notices Jason, green eyes narrowing. He's not a mutant, but the phoenix claws inside of her, telling her to look after him.
"excuse me? Are you alright?" She approaches, asking gently
— @cykeandjeanie
It's hidden behind a dumpster where he belongs when she approaches it. It's curled up tightly in loose league robes. Some of it is torn considering the fact it doesn't give him much protection aside from the armour on his chest.
It still has the hood on but disposed of the lenses on his eyes in favour of clawing at them. They're supposed to be blue. This is wrong, he is wrong. The muzzle is still on it's face, locked on and digging into the skin there. It isn't supposed to take it off so it doesn't. It doesn't want to see it's face.
It flinches at her voice, only backing up further when she approaches. It doesn't know her, it doesn't know why it's here. It does not have a mission, it does not have a target. All it wants to do is hide.
She crouches down next to him. "It's okay… it's alright"
it's another revived. not by me. he should be yours to protect and teach. As my host. The phoenix screeches in her mind, and she agrees.
It just curls up more, trying to hide behind something to protect himself. It could easily kill her, already thinking and scanning multiple exits or ways he could end her life but.. it doesn't want to and it doesn't have any objective or target so it technically doesn't have to?
"Hey… it's alright. I know what it feels like to come back to life, I want to help you" she says softly.
Jean's a motherly presence, warm and gentle.
It doesn't move any further back at least, still curled up tight and hiding it's face in it's knees. It's eyes are peeking over them, green and glowing. It doesn't know her or what she wants from it.
"It's alright, I'd like to help you"
She outstretches her hand, a simple offering
It flinches at the hand, expecting to be hit and ducking. After a few seconds of nothing happens it looks back up, eyes wide and not sure what she wants.
"you can take it, if you want. I'm not gonna hurt you, okay honey?"
It frowns, though that isn't visible with the muzzle, not sure what she means. It doesn't know what it wants... it wants.. he wants to go home. He flinches at the memory, the thought, hitting it's head to try stop it.
She takes his hand, pulling it away from his head. Her touch is warm, gentle.
"Honey, you don't have to hurt yourself"
It goes slack almost at the touch, freezing and letting her do whatever she wants to it. It's just supposed to let it happen. It doesn't know what she will do but the touch is gentle and warm enough he doesn't mind.. at least until it turns sour.
She doesn't move, she's just there. Warm and present.
"Honey… do you want me to touch you? You don't have to talk, just nod or tap if you want to be touched okay?"
It just stares at the hand touching him, like it's waiting for her to attack or.. do something. Nothing is happening and it's not sure what to do. It doesn't know what it wants, just that it doesn't like when things hurt or hurting others.
"Okay…" she breathes slowly, her other hand coming to rest on his other arm.
"does this feel okay? Tap me once if it's okay honey"
It flinches at the touch out of instinct, not moving away or anything afterwards. Okay..? It isn't sure what that means. It doesn't hurt so it thinks it's okay.. She might get angry if it doesn't listen so it taps her once, lightly with barely any pressure.
"okay honey, thank you."
Her touch is still warm and gentle
"Do you want to be held? Or would you like to stay for a while. Tap once for moving." Jean said gently
It isn't sure what to choose, what's the right option. It doesn't know what she means– where are they going? Where is she going to take him? Is she going to do something– It doesn't know and it's only more panicked by the options.
"Shhhhh it's okay honey… I'm sorry I didn't explain" she soothed gently
"if we move, I'll take you back to where I'm staying. It's warm and out of the cold. We'll get you something to eat and some new clothes."
It blinks, not sure how she knew what it was thinking. It.. likes that idea it thinks but it also thinks it's heard this story before. It's probably a trap or she'll want something in return. It doesn't matter to it so it'll let her do whatever she wants to it.
"Is that okay, honey?" She asks gently
It hesitantly nods, just once and sharply but enough to convey the meaning.
"alright…"
She gently scoops him into her arms. The comforting warmth surrounds him as she cradles him against her chest. "You okay?"
It tenses when picked up, better than full on flinching like before, looking around. It's warm and more comfortable then any touch he's had in a long time. It moves to hide it's face in her shoulder, like a child almost, nodding in response.
She nods, humming a little. Jean runs her fingers through his hair, a comforting gesture.
"I'm going to start walking, okay?"
It's hair is all matted with blood and dirt, tangled and frizzy. It used to be curly. It doesn't know why it thinks or remembers that. It doesn't respond to the question, just waiting for them to start.
She begins walking, to her and Scott's temporary accomodations. Jean is warm, and she tries not to jostle the boy in her arms.
It just stays in her arms, grabbing onto her clothes after a while to just stay on. It does peek to see where she is taking him and to potentially retrace his steps if needed.
She hums, entering an apartment a few minutes later.
"I'm sorry it's not very homey, it's temporary"
It turns its head to look around the place, squinting a bit as its eyes adjust to the lights. Considering the fact it has been living in the league for.. however long it’s been back this place is pretty nice and much safer.
"Do you want me to comb your hair? It's tangled" Jean asked softly
It isn’t sure what it’s supposed to answer to that. If she’s offering that must mean she wants it to say yes? It thinks for a bit longer than necessary before nodding hesitantly, already tensed and bracing for something to happen if it’s wrong.
she gently settles him on the bed, picking up a comb off the bedside table and sitting next to him.
Jean worked through the knots and tangles with gentle precision.
It moves to sit up straight on it's knees when placed down, the proper posture and position. Sometimes he had to kneel too but this was for resting. Being on the bed already makes him nervous, his breathing picking up a bit before stopping it completely. If he shows fear he'll only be hurt.
It makes sure to be still and not show any signs of pain while she combs through the hair, watching out of the corner of it's eye.
She's as gentle as can be.
"tell me if I hurt you accidentally, okay?"
That's probably a lie or trick so obviously it's not going to do that. The pain isn't really that much, not compared to anything else it's experienced anyways.
"It's no trick, I just want to know if I'm hurting you so I can be more gentle"
It freezes at that, not sure how she knows, how did she know? The only private thing it's ever had was his thoughts and does it not have that? It doesn't respond, just waiting for her to finish brushing it's hair.
She sets the comb down a few moments later.
It keeps it's head bowed down, looking down into his lap. It feels like it's just waiting to be punished at this point, not knowing what it did wrong and just.. unable to do anything.
"honey… you haven't done anything wrong" she said softly, tucking a stray curl behind his ear.
It flinches at the touch, expecting to be slapped or hit but nothing happens. It's so confusing. At least in the league he knew what not to do, had orders to follow. It doesn't know what it's supposed to do now, what she is going to use it for. What is it supposed to do?
she just sat beside him, not moving for a moment, allowing him to decide what he wanted to do.
An odd feeling bubbled up in her chest. Something maternal.
It would track her movements, glowing green eyes now dulled but still that unnatural colour. It doesn't even know her name, it never knew any of it's trainers or handlers names. It used to just observe and figure it out along the way if he spent enough time with them. It.. hopes it spends enough time with her to find out.
She hums
"Okay, I'm gonna ask you a question, I want you to tap once for yes and twice for no."
Jean's voice was still gentle as she questioned "Can you speak?"
It perks up a bit at the order, taking in the instructions.
It.. isn't sure what to answer that question with, pressing it's lips together before correcting itself despite the fact the muzzle is still on it's face. It could.. talk in theory, it's vocal cords work (it knows this because it can still scream. They only hurt it more though when it made any sound.) but it's been so long it doesn't know if it has the ability to.
It just shrugs before tensing and bracing, preparing to be punished because it couldn't even follow those simple instructions.
"It's okay… do you want me to take the muzzle off and ask again" she questions softly
It blinks, returning to its earlier position when it realises it wont be punished. The muzzle is usually only put on during missions so people can't see his mouth and he can't speak.
Usually there is a locking component though and the muzzle digs into his skin. If it was to be ripped off some of his skin would come with it. It's anyways not allowed to take it off.
Jean moves, looking at the locking mechanism. She narrows her eyes at it. Focusing.
The mechanism opens with a click.
It's caught off guard by that, letting it fall of it's face before bringing it's hands up to hide it. It's face is covered in scars and.. ugly. It doesn't want to see it or anyone else.
"It's alright honey…"
It moves to curl up on itself, hiding it's face in it's knees and keeping the muzzle in it's lap. It feels like it can breathe for the first time in a while at least.
"you don't have to talk, okay, but I'd like to ask you something."
She sighed softly "would you like a notebook so we can communicate better for now?"
It blinks, tilting its head towards her. It just shrugs, not sure. Its safer not to answer properly, it seems to have worked so far.
"you don't?" She asks, seemingly as a confirmation
It pauses, not really responding to that and letting her answer for it. It hasn't written in.. a long time.
"Do you not know?" Her voice is gentle, not belittling
It shakes it's head, keeping it's head bowed. It doesn't know what to choose, it just hopes she wont be mad.
"Okay, we don't have to choose right now. Would you like to watch some TV for a while?"
It pauses at that question, not really expecting it. It nods before really thinking. Maybe it should have thought about it more, what if she gets mad–
"Okay… we'll just see what's on and you tell me when to change the channel ok?" She smiled flipping the TV on.
It nods, shifting it's gaze to the TV and waiting. It really doesn't care what they watch.
She settles on a cooking show, setting the remote down
"let me know if you want me to change the channel, would you like something to eat?"
It immediately shakes it's head at the idea of that, curling up more. It hasn't eaten in.. years it thinks and the last time it did it couldn't keep it down. The thought of it makes it feel even more nervous.
Jean is wandering through the streets of Gotham, instructed to investigate something to do with mutant mistreatment.
She notices Jason, green eyes narrowing. He's not a mutant, but the phoenix claws inside of her, telling her to look after him.
"excuse me? Are you alright?" She approaches, asking gently
— @cykeandjeanie
It's hidden behind a dumpster where he belongs when she approaches it. It's curled up tightly in loose league robes. Some of it is torn considering the fact it doesn't give him much protection aside from the armour on his chest.
It still has the hood on but disposed of the lenses on his eyes in favour of clawing at them. They're supposed to be blue. This is wrong, he is wrong. The muzzle is still on it's face, locked on and digging into the skin there. It isn't supposed to take it off so it doesn't. It doesn't want to see it's face.
It flinches at her voice, only backing up further when she approaches. It doesn't know her, it doesn't know why it's here. It does not have a mission, it does not have a target. All it wants to do is hide.
She crouches down next to him. "It's okay… it's alright"
it's another revived. not by me. he should be yours to protect and teach. As my host. The phoenix screeches in her mind, and she agrees.
It just curls up more, trying to hide behind something to protect himself. It could easily kill her, already thinking and scanning multiple exits or ways he could end her life but.. it doesn't want to and it doesn't have any objective or target so it technically doesn't have to?
"Hey… it's alright. I know what it feels like to come back to life, I want to help you" she says softly.
Jean's a motherly presence, warm and gentle.
It doesn't move any further back at least, still curled up tight and hiding it's face in it's knees. It's eyes are peeking over them, green and glowing. It doesn't know her or what she wants from it.
"It's alright, I'd like to help you"
She outstretches her hand, a simple offering
It flinches at the hand, expecting to be hit and ducking. After a few seconds of nothing happens it looks back up, eyes wide and not sure what she wants.
"you can take it, if you want. I'm not gonna hurt you, okay honey?"
It frowns, though that isn't visible with the muzzle, not sure what she means. It doesn't know what it wants... it wants.. he wants to go home. He flinches at the memory, the thought, hitting it's head to try stop it.
She takes his hand, pulling it away from his head. Her touch is warm, gentle.
"Honey, you don't have to hurt yourself"
It goes slack almost at the touch, freezing and letting her do whatever she wants to it. It's just supposed to let it happen. It doesn't know what she will do but the touch is gentle and warm enough he doesn't mind.. at least until it turns sour.
She doesn't move, she's just there. Warm and present.
"Honey… do you want me to touch you? You don't have to talk, just nod or tap if you want to be touched okay?"
It just stares at the hand touching him, like it's waiting for her to attack or.. do something. Nothing is happening and it's not sure what to do. It doesn't know what it wants, just that it doesn't like when things hurt or hurting others.
"Okay…" she breathes slowly, her other hand coming to rest on his other arm.
"does this feel okay? Tap me once if it's okay honey"
It flinches at the touch out of instinct, not moving away or anything afterwards. Okay..? It isn't sure what that means. It doesn't hurt so it thinks it's okay.. She might get angry if it doesn't listen so it taps her once, lightly with barely any pressure.
"okay honey, thank you."
Her touch is still warm and gentle
"Do you want to be held? Or would you like to stay for a while. Tap once for moving." Jean said gently
It isn't sure what to choose, what's the right option. It doesn't know what she means– where are they going? Where is she going to take him? Is she going to do something– It doesn't know and it's only more panicked by the options.
"Shhhhh it's okay honey… I'm sorry I didn't explain" she soothed gently
"if we move, I'll take you back to where I'm staying. It's warm and out of the cold. We'll get you something to eat and some new clothes."
It blinks, not sure how she knew what it was thinking. It.. likes that idea it thinks but it also thinks it's heard this story before. It's probably a trap or she'll want something in return. It doesn't matter to it so it'll let her do whatever she wants to it.
"Is that okay, honey?" She asks gently
It hesitantly nods, just once and sharply but enough to convey the meaning.
"alright…"
She gently scoops him into her arms. The comforting warmth surrounds him as she cradles him against her chest. "You okay?"
It tenses when picked up, better than full on flinching like before, looking around. It's warm and more comfortable then any touch he's had in a long time. It moves to hide it's face in her shoulder, like a child almost, nodding in response.
She nods, humming a little. Jean runs her fingers through his hair, a comforting gesture.
"I'm going to start walking, okay?"
It's hair is all matted with blood and dirt, tangled and frizzy. It used to be curly. It doesn't know why it thinks or remembers that. It doesn't respond to the question, just waiting for them to start.
She begins walking, to her and Scott's temporary accomodations. Jean is warm, and she tries not to jostle the boy in her arms.
It just stays in her arms, grabbing onto her clothes after a while to just stay on. It does peek to see where she is taking him and to potentially retrace his steps if needed.
She hums, entering an apartment a few minutes later.
"I'm sorry it's not very homey, it's temporary"
It turns its head to look around the place, squinting a bit as its eyes adjust to the lights. Considering the fact it has been living in the league for.. however long it’s been back this place is pretty nice and much safer.
"Do you want me to comb your hair? It's tangled" Jean asked softly
It isn’t sure what it’s supposed to answer to that. If she’s offering that must mean she wants it to say yes? It thinks for a bit longer than necessary before nodding hesitantly, already tensed and bracing for something to happen if it’s wrong.
she gently settles him on the bed, picking up a comb off the bedside table and sitting next to him.
Jean worked through the knots and tangles with gentle precision.
It moves to sit up straight on it's knees when placed down, the proper posture and position. Sometimes he had to kneel too but this was for resting. Being on the bed already makes him nervous, his breathing picking up a bit before stopping it completely. If he shows fear he'll only be hurt.
It makes sure to be still and not show any signs of pain while she combs through the hair, watching out of the corner of it's eye.
She's as gentle as can be.
"tell me if I hurt you accidentally, okay?"
That's probably a lie or trick so obviously it's not going to do that. The pain isn't really that much, not compared to anything else it's experienced anyways.
"It's no trick, I just want to know if I'm hurting you so I can be more gentle"
It freezes at that, not sure how she knows, how did she know? The only private thing it's ever had was his thoughts and does it not have that? It doesn't respond, just waiting for her to finish brushing it's hair.
She sets the comb down a few moments later.
It keeps it's head bowed down, looking down into his lap. It feels like it's just waiting to be punished at this point, not knowing what it did wrong and just.. unable to do anything.
"honey… you haven't done anything wrong" she said softly, tucking a stray curl behind his ear.
It flinches at the touch, expecting to be slapped or hit but nothing happens. It's so confusing. At least in the league he knew what not to do, had orders to follow. It doesn't know what it's supposed to do now, what she is going to use it for. What is it supposed to do?
she just sat beside him, not moving for a moment, allowing him to decide what he wanted to do.
An odd feeling bubbled up in her chest. Something maternal.
It would track her movements, glowing green eyes now dulled but still that unnatural colour. It doesn't even know her name, it never knew any of it's trainers or handlers names. It used to just observe and figure it out along the way if he spent enough time with them. It.. hopes it spends enough time with her to find out.
She hums
"Okay, I'm gonna ask you a question, I want you to tap once for yes and twice for no."
Jean's voice was still gentle as she questioned "Can you speak?"
It perks up a bit at the order, taking in the instructions.
It.. isn't sure what to answer that question with, pressing it's lips together before correcting itself despite the fact the muzzle is still on it's face. It could.. talk in theory, it's vocal cords work (it knows this because it can still scream. They only hurt it more though when it made any sound.) but it's been so long it doesn't know if it has the ability to.
It just shrugs before tensing and bracing, preparing to be punished because it couldn't even follow those simple instructions.
"It's okay… do you want me to take the muzzle off and ask again" she questions softly
It blinks, returning to its earlier position when it realises it wont be punished. The muzzle is usually only put on during missions so people can't see his mouth and he can't speak.
Usually there is a locking component though and the muzzle digs into his skin. If it was to be ripped off some of his skin would come with it. It's anyways not allowed to take it off.
Jean moves, looking at the locking mechanism. She narrows her eyes at it. Focusing.
The mechanism opens with a click.
It's caught off guard by that, letting it fall of it's face before bringing it's hands up to hide it. It's face is covered in scars and.. ugly. It doesn't want to see it or anyone else.
"It's alright honey…"
It moves to curl up on itself, hiding it's face in it's knees and keeping the muzzle in it's lap. It feels like it can breathe for the first time in a while at least.
"you don't have to talk, okay, but I'd like to ask you something."
She sighed softly "would you like a notebook so we can communicate better for now?"
It blinks, tilting its head towards her. It just shrugs, not sure. Its safer not to answer properly, it seems to have worked so far.
"you don't?" She asks, seemingly as a confirmation
It pauses, not really responding to that and letting her answer for it. It hasn't written in.. a long time.
"Do you not know?" Her voice is gentle, not belittling
It shakes it's head, keeping it's head bowed. It doesn't know what to choose, it just hopes she wont be mad.
"Okay, we don't have to choose right now. Would you like to watch some TV for a while?"
It pauses at that question, not really expecting it. It nods before really thinking. Maybe it should have thought about it more, what if she gets mad–
"Okay… we'll just see what's on and you tell me when to change the channel ok?" She smiled flipping the TV on.
It nods, shifting it's gaze to the TV and waiting. It really doesn't care what they watch.
Jean is wandering through the streets of Gotham, instructed to investigate something to do with mutant mistreatment.
She notices Jason, green eyes narrowing. He's not a mutant, but the phoenix claws inside of her, telling her to look after him.
"excuse me? Are you alright?" She approaches, asking gently
— @cykeandjeanie
It's hidden behind a dumpster where he belongs when she approaches it. It's curled up tightly in loose league robes. Some of it is torn considering the fact it doesn't give him much protection aside from the armour on his chest.
It still has the hood on but disposed of the lenses on his eyes in favour of clawing at them. They're supposed to be blue. This is wrong, he is wrong. The muzzle is still on it's face, locked on and digging into the skin there. It isn't supposed to take it off so it doesn't. It doesn't want to see it's face.
It flinches at her voice, only backing up further when she approaches. It doesn't know her, it doesn't know why it's here. It does not have a mission, it does not have a target. All it wants to do is hide.
She crouches down next to him. "It's okay… it's alright"
it's another revived. not by me. he should be yours to protect and teach. As my host. The phoenix screeches in her mind, and she agrees.
It just curls up more, trying to hide behind something to protect himself. It could easily kill her, already thinking and scanning multiple exits or ways he could end her life but.. it doesn't want to and it doesn't have any objective or target so it technically doesn't have to?
"Hey… it's alright. I know what it feels like to come back to life, I want to help you" she says softly.
Jean's a motherly presence, warm and gentle.
It doesn't move any further back at least, still curled up tight and hiding it's face in it's knees. It's eyes are peeking over them, green and glowing. It doesn't know her or what she wants from it.
"It's alright, I'd like to help you"
She outstretches her hand, a simple offering
It flinches at the hand, expecting to be hit and ducking. After a few seconds of nothing happens it looks back up, eyes wide and not sure what she wants.
"you can take it, if you want. I'm not gonna hurt you, okay honey?"
It frowns, though that isn't visible with the muzzle, not sure what she means. It doesn't know what it wants... it wants.. he wants to go home. He flinches at the memory, the thought, hitting it's head to try stop it.
She takes his hand, pulling it away from his head. Her touch is warm, gentle.
"Honey, you don't have to hurt yourself"
It goes slack almost at the touch, freezing and letting her do whatever she wants to it. It's just supposed to let it happen. It doesn't know what she will do but the touch is gentle and warm enough he doesn't mind.. at least until it turns sour.
She doesn't move, she's just there. Warm and present.
"Honey… do you want me to touch you? You don't have to talk, just nod or tap if you want to be touched okay?"
It just stares at the hand touching him, like it's waiting for her to attack or.. do something. Nothing is happening and it's not sure what to do. It doesn't know what it wants, just that it doesn't like when things hurt or hurting others.
"Okay…" she breathes slowly, her other hand coming to rest on his other arm.
"does this feel okay? Tap me once if it's okay honey"
It flinches at the touch out of instinct, not moving away or anything afterwards. Okay..? It isn't sure what that means. It doesn't hurt so it thinks it's okay.. She might get angry if it doesn't listen so it taps her once, lightly with barely any pressure.
"okay honey, thank you."
Her touch is still warm and gentle
"Do you want to be held? Or would you like to stay for a while. Tap once for moving." Jean said gently
It isn't sure what to choose, what's the right option. It doesn't know what she means– where are they going? Where is she going to take him? Is she going to do something– It doesn't know and it's only more panicked by the options.
"Shhhhh it's okay honey… I'm sorry I didn't explain" she soothed gently
"if we move, I'll take you back to where I'm staying. It's warm and out of the cold. We'll get you something to eat and some new clothes."
It blinks, not sure how she knew what it was thinking. It.. likes that idea it thinks but it also thinks it's heard this story before. It's probably a trap or she'll want something in return. It doesn't matter to it so it'll let her do whatever she wants to it.
"Is that okay, honey?" She asks gently
It hesitantly nods, just once and sharply but enough to convey the meaning.
"alright…"
She gently scoops him into her arms. The comforting warmth surrounds him as she cradles him against her chest. "You okay?"
It tenses when picked up, better than full on flinching like before, looking around. It's warm and more comfortable then any touch he's had in a long time. It moves to hide it's face in her shoulder, like a child almost, nodding in response.
She nods, humming a little. Jean runs her fingers through his hair, a comforting gesture.
"I'm going to start walking, okay?"
It's hair is all matted with blood and dirt, tangled and frizzy. It used to be curly. It doesn't know why it thinks or remembers that. It doesn't respond to the question, just waiting for them to start.
She begins walking, to her and Scott's temporary accomodations. Jean is warm, and she tries not to jostle the boy in her arms.
It just stays in her arms, grabbing onto her clothes after a while to just stay on. It does peek to see where she is taking him and to potentially retrace his steps if needed.
She hums, entering an apartment a few minutes later.
"I'm sorry it's not very homey, it's temporary"
It turns its head to look around the place, squinting a bit as its eyes adjust to the lights. Considering the fact it has been living in the league for.. however long it’s been back this place is pretty nice and much safer.
"Do you want me to comb your hair? It's tangled" Jean asked softly
It isn’t sure what it’s supposed to answer to that. If she’s offering that must mean she wants it to say yes? It thinks for a bit longer than necessary before nodding hesitantly, already tensed and bracing for something to happen if it’s wrong.
she gently settles him on the bed, picking up a comb off the bedside table and sitting next to him.
Jean worked through the knots and tangles with gentle precision.
It moves to sit up straight on it's knees when placed down, the proper posture and position. Sometimes he had to kneel too but this was for resting. Being on the bed already makes him nervous, his breathing picking up a bit before stopping it completely. If he shows fear he'll only be hurt.
It makes sure to be still and not show any signs of pain while she combs through the hair, watching out of the corner of it's eye.
She's as gentle as can be.
"tell me if I hurt you accidentally, okay?"
That's probably a lie or trick so obviously it's not going to do that. The pain isn't really that much, not compared to anything else it's experienced anyways.
"It's no trick, I just want to know if I'm hurting you so I can be more gentle"
It freezes at that, not sure how she knows, how did she know? The only private thing it's ever had was his thoughts and does it not have that? It doesn't respond, just waiting for her to finish brushing it's hair.
She sets the comb down a few moments later.
It keeps it's head bowed down, looking down into his lap. It feels like it's just waiting to be punished at this point, not knowing what it did wrong and just.. unable to do anything.
"honey… you haven't done anything wrong" she said softly, tucking a stray curl behind his ear.
It flinches at the touch, expecting to be slapped or hit but nothing happens. It's so confusing. At least in the league he knew what not to do, had orders to follow. It doesn't know what it's supposed to do now, what she is going to use it for. What is it supposed to do?
she just sat beside him, not moving for a moment, allowing him to decide what he wanted to do.
An odd feeling bubbled up in her chest. Something maternal.
It would track her movements, glowing green eyes now dulled but still that unnatural colour. It doesn't even know her name, it never knew any of it's trainers or handlers names. It used to just observe and figure it out along the way if he spent enough time with them. It.. hopes it spends enough time with her to find out.
She hums
"Okay, I'm gonna ask you a question, I want you to tap once for yes and twice for no."
Jean's voice was still gentle as she questioned "Can you speak?"
It perks up a bit at the order, taking in the instructions.
It.. isn't sure what to answer that question with, pressing it's lips together before correcting itself despite the fact the muzzle is still on it's face. It could.. talk in theory, it's vocal cords work (it knows this because it can still scream. They only hurt it more though when it made any sound.) but it's been so long it doesn't know if it has the ability to.
It just shrugs before tensing and bracing, preparing to be punished because it couldn't even follow those simple instructions.
"It's okay… do you want me to take the muzzle off and ask again" she questions softly
It blinks, returning to its earlier position when it realises it wont be punished. The muzzle is usually only put on during missions so people can't see his mouth and he can't speak.
Usually there is a locking component though and the muzzle digs into his skin. If it was to be ripped off some of his skin would come with it. It's anyways not allowed to take it off.
Jean moves, looking at the locking mechanism. She narrows her eyes at it. Focusing.
The mechanism opens with a click.
It's caught off guard by that, letting it fall of it's face before bringing it's hands up to hide it. It's face is covered in scars and.. ugly. It doesn't want to see it or anyone else.
"It's alright honey…"
It moves to curl up on itself, hiding it's face in it's knees and keeping the muzzle in it's lap. It feels like it can breathe for the first time in a while at least.
"you don't have to talk, okay, but I'd like to ask you something."
She sighed softly "would you like a notebook so we can communicate better for now?"
It blinks, tilting its head towards her. It just shrugs, not sure. Its safer not to answer properly, it seems to have worked so far.
"you don't?" She asks, seemingly as a confirmation
It pauses, not really responding to that and letting her answer for it. It hasn't written in.. a long time.
"Do you not know?" Her voice is gentle, not belittling
It shakes it's head, keeping it's head bowed. It doesn't know what to choose, it just hopes she wont be mad.
"Okay, we don't have to choose right now. Would you like to watch some TV for a while?"
It pauses at that question, not really expecting it. It nods before really thinking. Maybe it should have thought about it more, what if she gets mad–
Jean is wandering through the streets of Gotham, instructed to investigate something to do with mutant mistreatment.
She notices Jason, green eyes narrowing. He's not a mutant, but the phoenix claws inside of her, telling her to look after him.
"excuse me? Are you alright?" She approaches, asking gently
— @cykeandjeanie
It's hidden behind a dumpster where he belongs when she approaches it. It's curled up tightly in loose league robes. Some of it is torn considering the fact it doesn't give him much protection aside from the armour on his chest.
It still has the hood on but disposed of the lenses on his eyes in favour of clawing at them. They're supposed to be blue. This is wrong, he is wrong. The muzzle is still on it's face, locked on and digging into the skin there. It isn't supposed to take it off so it doesn't. It doesn't want to see it's face.
It flinches at her voice, only backing up further when she approaches. It doesn't know her, it doesn't know why it's here. It does not have a mission, it does not have a target. All it wants to do is hide.
She crouches down next to him. "It's okay… it's alright"
it's another revived. not by me. he should be yours to protect and teach. As my host. The phoenix screeches in her mind, and she agrees.
It just curls up more, trying to hide behind something to protect himself. It could easily kill her, already thinking and scanning multiple exits or ways he could end her life but.. it doesn't want to and it doesn't have any objective or target so it technically doesn't have to?
"Hey… it's alright. I know what it feels like to come back to life, I want to help you" she says softly.
Jean's a motherly presence, warm and gentle.
It doesn't move any further back at least, still curled up tight and hiding it's face in it's knees. It's eyes are peeking over them, green and glowing. It doesn't know her or what she wants from it.
"It's alright, I'd like to help you"
She outstretches her hand, a simple offering
It flinches at the hand, expecting to be hit and ducking. After a few seconds of nothing happens it looks back up, eyes wide and not sure what she wants.
"you can take it, if you want. I'm not gonna hurt you, okay honey?"
It frowns, though that isn't visible with the muzzle, not sure what she means. It doesn't know what it wants... it wants.. he wants to go home. He flinches at the memory, the thought, hitting it's head to try stop it.
She takes his hand, pulling it away from his head. Her touch is warm, gentle.
"Honey, you don't have to hurt yourself"
It goes slack almost at the touch, freezing and letting her do whatever she wants to it. It's just supposed to let it happen. It doesn't know what she will do but the touch is gentle and warm enough he doesn't mind.. at least until it turns sour.
She doesn't move, she's just there. Warm and present.
"Honey… do you want me to touch you? You don't have to talk, just nod or tap if you want to be touched okay?"
It just stares at the hand touching him, like it's waiting for her to attack or.. do something. Nothing is happening and it's not sure what to do. It doesn't know what it wants, just that it doesn't like when things hurt or hurting others.
"Okay…" she breathes slowly, her other hand coming to rest on his other arm.
"does this feel okay? Tap me once if it's okay honey"
It flinches at the touch out of instinct, not moving away or anything afterwards. Okay..? It isn't sure what that means. It doesn't hurt so it thinks it's okay.. She might get angry if it doesn't listen so it taps her once, lightly with barely any pressure.
"okay honey, thank you."
Her touch is still warm and gentle
"Do you want to be held? Or would you like to stay for a while. Tap once for moving." Jean said gently
It isn't sure what to choose, what's the right option. It doesn't know what she means– where are they going? Where is she going to take him? Is she going to do something– It doesn't know and it's only more panicked by the options.
"Shhhhh it's okay honey… I'm sorry I didn't explain" she soothed gently
"if we move, I'll take you back to where I'm staying. It's warm and out of the cold. We'll get you something to eat and some new clothes."
It blinks, not sure how she knew what it was thinking. It.. likes that idea it thinks but it also thinks it's heard this story before. It's probably a trap or she'll want something in return. It doesn't matter to it so it'll let her do whatever she wants to it.
"Is that okay, honey?" She asks gently
It hesitantly nods, just once and sharply but enough to convey the meaning.
"alright…"
She gently scoops him into her arms. The comforting warmth surrounds him as she cradles him against her chest. "You okay?"
It tenses when picked up, better than full on flinching like before, looking around. It's warm and more comfortable then any touch he's had in a long time. It moves to hide it's face in her shoulder, like a child almost, nodding in response.
She nods, humming a little. Jean runs her fingers through his hair, a comforting gesture.
"I'm going to start walking, okay?"
It's hair is all matted with blood and dirt, tangled and frizzy. It used to be curly. It doesn't know why it thinks or remembers that. It doesn't respond to the question, just waiting for them to start.
She begins walking, to her and Scott's temporary accomodations. Jean is warm, and she tries not to jostle the boy in her arms.
It just stays in her arms, grabbing onto her clothes after a while to just stay on. It does peek to see where she is taking him and to potentially retrace his steps if needed.
She hums, entering an apartment a few minutes later.
"I'm sorry it's not very homey, it's temporary"
It turns its head to look around the place, squinting a bit as its eyes adjust to the lights. Considering the fact it has been living in the league for.. however long it’s been back this place is pretty nice and much safer.
"Do you want me to comb your hair? It's tangled" Jean asked softly
It isn’t sure what it’s supposed to answer to that. If she’s offering that must mean she wants it to say yes? It thinks for a bit longer than necessary before nodding hesitantly, already tensed and bracing for something to happen if it’s wrong.
she gently settles him on the bed, picking up a comb off the bedside table and sitting next to him.
Jean worked through the knots and tangles with gentle precision.
It moves to sit up straight on it's knees when placed down, the proper posture and position. Sometimes he had to kneel too but this was for resting. Being on the bed already makes him nervous, his breathing picking up a bit before stopping it completely. If he shows fear he'll only be hurt.
It makes sure to be still and not show any signs of pain while she combs through the hair, watching out of the corner of it's eye.
She's as gentle as can be.
"tell me if I hurt you accidentally, okay?"
That's probably a lie or trick so obviously it's not going to do that. The pain isn't really that much, not compared to anything else it's experienced anyways.
"It's no trick, I just want to know if I'm hurting you so I can be more gentle"
It freezes at that, not sure how she knows, how did she know? The only private thing it's ever had was his thoughts and does it not have that? It doesn't respond, just waiting for her to finish brushing it's hair.
She sets the comb down a few moments later.
It keeps it's head bowed down, looking down into his lap. It feels like it's just waiting to be punished at this point, not knowing what it did wrong and just.. unable to do anything.
"honey… you haven't done anything wrong" she said softly, tucking a stray curl behind his ear.
It flinches at the touch, expecting to be slapped or hit but nothing happens. It's so confusing. At least in the league he knew what not to do, had orders to follow. It doesn't know what it's supposed to do now, what she is going to use it for. What is it supposed to do?
she just sat beside him, not moving for a moment, allowing him to decide what he wanted to do.
An odd feeling bubbled up in her chest. Something maternal.
It would track her movements, glowing green eyes now dulled but still that unnatural colour. It doesn't even know her name, it never knew any of it's trainers or handlers names. It used to just observe and figure it out along the way if he spent enough time with them. It.. hopes it spends enough time with her to find out.
She hums
"Okay, I'm gonna ask you a question, I want you to tap once for yes and twice for no."
Jean's voice was still gentle as she questioned "Can you speak?"
It perks up a bit at the order, taking in the instructions.
It.. isn't sure what to answer that question with, pressing it's lips together before correcting itself despite the fact the muzzle is still on it's face. It could.. talk in theory, it's vocal cords work (it knows this because it can still scream. They only hurt it more though when it made any sound.) but it's been so long it doesn't know if it has the ability to.
It just shrugs before tensing and bracing, preparing to be punished because it couldn't even follow those simple instructions.
"It's okay… do you want me to take the muzzle off and ask again" she questions softly
It blinks, returning to its earlier position when it realises it wont be punished. The muzzle is usually only put on during missions so people can't see his mouth and he can't speak.
Usually there is a locking component though and the muzzle digs into his skin. If it was to be ripped off some of his skin would come with it. It's anyways not allowed to take it off.
Jean moves, looking at the locking mechanism. She narrows her eyes at it. Focusing.
The mechanism opens with a click.
It's caught off guard by that, letting it fall of it's face before bringing it's hands up to hide it. It's face is covered in scars and.. ugly. It doesn't want to see it or anyone else.
"It's alright honey…"
It moves to curl up on itself, hiding it's face in it's knees and keeping the muzzle in it's lap. It feels like it can breathe for the first time in a while at least.
"you don't have to talk, okay, but I'd like to ask you something."
She sighed softly "would you like a notebook so we can communicate better for now?"
It blinks, tilting its head towards her. It just shrugs, not sure. Its safer not to answer properly, it seems to have worked so far.
"you don't?" She asks, seemingly as a confirmation
It pauses, not really responding to that and letting her answer for it. It hasn't written in.. a long time.
"Do you not know?" Her voice is gentle, not belittling
It shakes it's head, keeping it's head bowed. It doesn't know what to choose, it just hopes she wont be mad.
Jean is wandering through the streets of Gotham, instructed to investigate something to do with mutant mistreatment.
She notices Jason, green eyes narrowing. He's not a mutant, but the phoenix claws inside of her, telling her to look after him.
"excuse me? Are you alright?" She approaches, asking gently
— @cykeandjeanie
It's hidden behind a dumpster where he belongs when she approaches it. It's curled up tightly in loose league robes. Some of it is torn considering the fact it doesn't give him much protection aside from the armour on his chest.
It still has the hood on but disposed of the lenses on his eyes in favour of clawing at them. They're supposed to be blue. This is wrong, he is wrong. The muzzle is still on it's face, locked on and digging into the skin there. It isn't supposed to take it off so it doesn't. It doesn't want to see it's face.
It flinches at her voice, only backing up further when she approaches. It doesn't know her, it doesn't know why it's here. It does not have a mission, it does not have a target. All it wants to do is hide.
She crouches down next to him. "It's okay… it's alright"
it's another revived. not by me. he should be yours to protect and teach. As my host. The phoenix screeches in her mind, and she agrees.
It just curls up more, trying to hide behind something to protect himself. It could easily kill her, already thinking and scanning multiple exits or ways he could end her life but.. it doesn't want to and it doesn't have any objective or target so it technically doesn't have to?
"Hey… it's alright. I know what it feels like to come back to life, I want to help you" she says softly.
Jean's a motherly presence, warm and gentle.
It doesn't move any further back at least, still curled up tight and hiding it's face in it's knees. It's eyes are peeking over them, green and glowing. It doesn't know her or what she wants from it.
"It's alright, I'd like to help you"
She outstretches her hand, a simple offering
It flinches at the hand, expecting to be hit and ducking. After a few seconds of nothing happens it looks back up, eyes wide and not sure what she wants.
"you can take it, if you want. I'm not gonna hurt you, okay honey?"
It frowns, though that isn't visible with the muzzle, not sure what she means. It doesn't know what it wants... it wants.. he wants to go home. He flinches at the memory, the thought, hitting it's head to try stop it.
She takes his hand, pulling it away from his head. Her touch is warm, gentle.
"Honey, you don't have to hurt yourself"
It goes slack almost at the touch, freezing and letting her do whatever she wants to it. It's just supposed to let it happen. It doesn't know what she will do but the touch is gentle and warm enough he doesn't mind.. at least until it turns sour.
She doesn't move, she's just there. Warm and present.
"Honey… do you want me to touch you? You don't have to talk, just nod or tap if you want to be touched okay?"
It just stares at the hand touching him, like it's waiting for her to attack or.. do something. Nothing is happening and it's not sure what to do. It doesn't know what it wants, just that it doesn't like when things hurt or hurting others.
"Okay…" she breathes slowly, her other hand coming to rest on his other arm.
"does this feel okay? Tap me once if it's okay honey"
It flinches at the touch out of instinct, not moving away or anything afterwards. Okay..? It isn't sure what that means. It doesn't hurt so it thinks it's okay.. She might get angry if it doesn't listen so it taps her once, lightly with barely any pressure.
"okay honey, thank you."
Her touch is still warm and gentle
"Do you want to be held? Or would you like to stay for a while. Tap once for moving." Jean said gently
It isn't sure what to choose, what's the right option. It doesn't know what she means– where are they going? Where is she going to take him? Is she going to do something– It doesn't know and it's only more panicked by the options.
"Shhhhh it's okay honey… I'm sorry I didn't explain" she soothed gently
"if we move, I'll take you back to where I'm staying. It's warm and out of the cold. We'll get you something to eat and some new clothes."
It blinks, not sure how she knew what it was thinking. It.. likes that idea it thinks but it also thinks it's heard this story before. It's probably a trap or she'll want something in return. It doesn't matter to it so it'll let her do whatever she wants to it.
"Is that okay, honey?" She asks gently
It hesitantly nods, just once and sharply but enough to convey the meaning.
"alright…"
She gently scoops him into her arms. The comforting warmth surrounds him as she cradles him against her chest. "You okay?"
It tenses when picked up, better than full on flinching like before, looking around. It's warm and more comfortable then any touch he's had in a long time. It moves to hide it's face in her shoulder, like a child almost, nodding in response.
She nods, humming a little. Jean runs her fingers through his hair, a comforting gesture.
"I'm going to start walking, okay?"
It's hair is all matted with blood and dirt, tangled and frizzy. It used to be curly. It doesn't know why it thinks or remembers that. It doesn't respond to the question, just waiting for them to start.
She begins walking, to her and Scott's temporary accomodations. Jean is warm, and she tries not to jostle the boy in her arms.
It just stays in her arms, grabbing onto her clothes after a while to just stay on. It does peek to see where she is taking him and to potentially retrace his steps if needed.
She hums, entering an apartment a few minutes later.
"I'm sorry it's not very homey, it's temporary"
It turns its head to look around the place, squinting a bit as its eyes adjust to the lights. Considering the fact it has been living in the league for.. however long it’s been back this place is pretty nice and much safer.
"Do you want me to comb your hair? It's tangled" Jean asked softly
It isn’t sure what it’s supposed to answer to that. If she’s offering that must mean she wants it to say yes? It thinks for a bit longer than necessary before nodding hesitantly, already tensed and bracing for something to happen if it’s wrong.
she gently settles him on the bed, picking up a comb off the bedside table and sitting next to him.
Jean worked through the knots and tangles with gentle precision.
It moves to sit up straight on it's knees when placed down, the proper posture and position. Sometimes he had to kneel too but this was for resting. Being on the bed already makes him nervous, his breathing picking up a bit before stopping it completely. If he shows fear he'll only be hurt.
It makes sure to be still and not show any signs of pain while she combs through the hair, watching out of the corner of it's eye.
She's as gentle as can be.
"tell me if I hurt you accidentally, okay?"
That's probably a lie or trick so obviously it's not going to do that. The pain isn't really that much, not compared to anything else it's experienced anyways.
"It's no trick, I just want to know if I'm hurting you so I can be more gentle"
It freezes at that, not sure how she knows, how did she know? The only private thing it's ever had was his thoughts and does it not have that? It doesn't respond, just waiting for her to finish brushing it's hair.
She sets the comb down a few moments later.
It keeps it's head bowed down, looking down into his lap. It feels like it's just waiting to be punished at this point, not knowing what it did wrong and just.. unable to do anything.
"honey… you haven't done anything wrong" she said softly, tucking a stray curl behind his ear.
It flinches at the touch, expecting to be slapped or hit but nothing happens. It's so confusing. At least in the league he knew what not to do, had orders to follow. It doesn't know what it's supposed to do now, what she is going to use it for. What is it supposed to do?
she just sat beside him, not moving for a moment, allowing him to decide what he wanted to do.
An odd feeling bubbled up in her chest. Something maternal.
It would track her movements, glowing green eyes now dulled but still that unnatural colour. It doesn't even know her name, it never knew any of it's trainers or handlers names. It used to just observe and figure it out along the way if he spent enough time with them. It.. hopes it spends enough time with her to find out.
She hums
"Okay, I'm gonna ask you a question, I want you to tap once for yes and twice for no."
Jean's voice was still gentle as she questioned "Can you speak?"
It perks up a bit at the order, taking in the instructions.
It.. isn't sure what to answer that question with, pressing it's lips together before correcting itself despite the fact the muzzle is still on it's face. It could.. talk in theory, it's vocal cords work (it knows this because it can still scream. They only hurt it more though when it made any sound.) but it's been so long it doesn't know if it has the ability to.
It just shrugs before tensing and bracing, preparing to be punished because it couldn't even follow those simple instructions.
"It's okay… do you want me to take the muzzle off and ask again" she questions softly
It blinks, returning to its earlier position when it realises it wont be punished. The muzzle is usually only put on during missions so people can't see his mouth and he can't speak.
Usually there is a locking component though and the muzzle digs into his skin. If it was to be ripped off some of his skin would come with it. It's anyways not allowed to take it off.
Jean moves, looking at the locking mechanism. She narrows her eyes at it. Focusing.
The mechanism opens with a click.
It's caught off guard by that, letting it fall of it's face before bringing it's hands up to hide it. It's face is covered in scars and.. ugly. It doesn't want to see it or anyone else.
"It's alright honey…"
It moves to curl up on itself, hiding it's face in it's knees and keeping the muzzle in it's lap. It feels like it can breathe for the first time in a while at least.
"you don't have to talk, okay, but I'd like to ask you something."
She sighed softly "would you like a notebook so we can communicate better for now?"
It blinks, tilting its head towards her. It just shrugs, not sure. Its safer not to answer properly, it seems to have worked so far.
"you don't?" She asks, seemingly as a confirmation
It pauses, not really responding to that and letting her answer for it. It hasn't written in.. a long time.
Jean is wandering through the streets of Gotham, instructed to investigate something to do with mutant mistreatment.
She notices Jason, green eyes narrowing. He's not a mutant, but the phoenix claws inside of her, telling her to look after him.
"excuse me? Are you alright?" She approaches, asking gently
— @cykeandjeanie
It's hidden behind a dumpster where he belongs when she approaches it. It's curled up tightly in loose league robes. Some of it is torn considering the fact it doesn't give him much protection aside from the armour on his chest.
It still has the hood on but disposed of the lenses on his eyes in favour of clawing at them. They're supposed to be blue. This is wrong, he is wrong. The muzzle is still on it's face, locked on and digging into the skin there. It isn't supposed to take it off so it doesn't. It doesn't want to see it's face.
It flinches at her voice, only backing up further when she approaches. It doesn't know her, it doesn't know why it's here. It does not have a mission, it does not have a target. All it wants to do is hide.
She crouches down next to him. "It's okay… it's alright"
it's another revived. not by me. he should be yours to protect and teach. As my host. The phoenix screeches in her mind, and she agrees.
It just curls up more, trying to hide behind something to protect himself. It could easily kill her, already thinking and scanning multiple exits or ways he could end her life but.. it doesn't want to and it doesn't have any objective or target so it technically doesn't have to?
"Hey… it's alright. I know what it feels like to come back to life, I want to help you" she says softly.
Jean's a motherly presence, warm and gentle.
It doesn't move any further back at least, still curled up tight and hiding it's face in it's knees. It's eyes are peeking over them, green and glowing. It doesn't know her or what she wants from it.
"It's alright, I'd like to help you"
She outstretches her hand, a simple offering
It flinches at the hand, expecting to be hit and ducking. After a few seconds of nothing happens it looks back up, eyes wide and not sure what she wants.
"you can take it, if you want. I'm not gonna hurt you, okay honey?"
It frowns, though that isn't visible with the muzzle, not sure what she means. It doesn't know what it wants... it wants.. he wants to go home. He flinches at the memory, the thought, hitting it's head to try stop it.
She takes his hand, pulling it away from his head. Her touch is warm, gentle.
"Honey, you don't have to hurt yourself"
It goes slack almost at the touch, freezing and letting her do whatever she wants to it. It's just supposed to let it happen. It doesn't know what she will do but the touch is gentle and warm enough he doesn't mind.. at least until it turns sour.
She doesn't move, she's just there. Warm and present.
"Honey… do you want me to touch you? You don't have to talk, just nod or tap if you want to be touched okay?"
It just stares at the hand touching him, like it's waiting for her to attack or.. do something. Nothing is happening and it's not sure what to do. It doesn't know what it wants, just that it doesn't like when things hurt or hurting others.
"Okay…" she breathes slowly, her other hand coming to rest on his other arm.
"does this feel okay? Tap me once if it's okay honey"
It flinches at the touch out of instinct, not moving away or anything afterwards. Okay..? It isn't sure what that means. It doesn't hurt so it thinks it's okay.. She might get angry if it doesn't listen so it taps her once, lightly with barely any pressure.
"okay honey, thank you."
Her touch is still warm and gentle
"Do you want to be held? Or would you like to stay for a while. Tap once for moving." Jean said gently
It isn't sure what to choose, what's the right option. It doesn't know what she means– where are they going? Where is she going to take him? Is she going to do something– It doesn't know and it's only more panicked by the options.
"Shhhhh it's okay honey… I'm sorry I didn't explain" she soothed gently
"if we move, I'll take you back to where I'm staying. It's warm and out of the cold. We'll get you something to eat and some new clothes."
It blinks, not sure how she knew what it was thinking. It.. likes that idea it thinks but it also thinks it's heard this story before. It's probably a trap or she'll want something in return. It doesn't matter to it so it'll let her do whatever she wants to it.
"Is that okay, honey?" She asks gently
It hesitantly nods, just once and sharply but enough to convey the meaning.
"alright…"
She gently scoops him into her arms. The comforting warmth surrounds him as she cradles him against her chest. "You okay?"
It tenses when picked up, better than full on flinching like before, looking around. It's warm and more comfortable then any touch he's had in a long time. It moves to hide it's face in her shoulder, like a child almost, nodding in response.
She nods, humming a little. Jean runs her fingers through his hair, a comforting gesture.
"I'm going to start walking, okay?"
It's hair is all matted with blood and dirt, tangled and frizzy. It used to be curly. It doesn't know why it thinks or remembers that. It doesn't respond to the question, just waiting for them to start.
She begins walking, to her and Scott's temporary accomodations. Jean is warm, and she tries not to jostle the boy in her arms.
It just stays in her arms, grabbing onto her clothes after a while to just stay on. It does peek to see where she is taking him and to potentially retrace his steps if needed.
She hums, entering an apartment a few minutes later.
"I'm sorry it's not very homey, it's temporary"
It turns its head to look around the place, squinting a bit as its eyes adjust to the lights. Considering the fact it has been living in the league for.. however long it’s been back this place is pretty nice and much safer.
"Do you want me to comb your hair? It's tangled" Jean asked softly
It isn’t sure what it’s supposed to answer to that. If she’s offering that must mean she wants it to say yes? It thinks for a bit longer than necessary before nodding hesitantly, already tensed and bracing for something to happen if it’s wrong.
she gently settles him on the bed, picking up a comb off the bedside table and sitting next to him.
Jean worked through the knots and tangles with gentle precision.
It moves to sit up straight on it's knees when placed down, the proper posture and position. Sometimes he had to kneel too but this was for resting. Being on the bed already makes him nervous, his breathing picking up a bit before stopping it completely. If he shows fear he'll only be hurt.
It makes sure to be still and not show any signs of pain while she combs through the hair, watching out of the corner of it's eye.
She's as gentle as can be.
"tell me if I hurt you accidentally, okay?"
That's probably a lie or trick so obviously it's not going to do that. The pain isn't really that much, not compared to anything else it's experienced anyways.
"It's no trick, I just want to know if I'm hurting you so I can be more gentle"
It freezes at that, not sure how she knows, how did she know? The only private thing it's ever had was his thoughts and does it not have that? It doesn't respond, just waiting for her to finish brushing it's hair.
She sets the comb down a few moments later.
It keeps it's head bowed down, looking down into his lap. It feels like it's just waiting to be punished at this point, not knowing what it did wrong and just.. unable to do anything.
"honey… you haven't done anything wrong" she said softly, tucking a stray curl behind his ear.
It flinches at the touch, expecting to be slapped or hit but nothing happens. It's so confusing. At least in the league he knew what not to do, had orders to follow. It doesn't know what it's supposed to do now, what she is going to use it for. What is it supposed to do?
she just sat beside him, not moving for a moment, allowing him to decide what he wanted to do.
An odd feeling bubbled up in her chest. Something maternal.
It would track her movements, glowing green eyes now dulled but still that unnatural colour. It doesn't even know her name, it never knew any of it's trainers or handlers names. It used to just observe and figure it out along the way if he spent enough time with them. It.. hopes it spends enough time with her to find out.
She hums
"Okay, I'm gonna ask you a question, I want you to tap once for yes and twice for no."
Jean's voice was still gentle as she questioned "Can you speak?"
It perks up a bit at the order, taking in the instructions.
It.. isn't sure what to answer that question with, pressing it's lips together before correcting itself despite the fact the muzzle is still on it's face. It could.. talk in theory, it's vocal cords work (it knows this because it can still scream. They only hurt it more though when it made any sound.) but it's been so long it doesn't know if it has the ability to.
It just shrugs before tensing and bracing, preparing to be punished because it couldn't even follow those simple instructions.
"It's okay… do you want me to take the muzzle off and ask again" she questions softly
It blinks, returning to its earlier position when it realises it wont be punished. The muzzle is usually only put on during missions so people can't see his mouth and he can't speak.
Usually there is a locking component though and the muzzle digs into his skin. If it was to be ripped off some of his skin would come with it. It's anyways not allowed to take it off.
Jean moves, looking at the locking mechanism. She narrows her eyes at it. Focusing.
The mechanism opens with a click.
It's caught off guard by that, letting it fall of it's face before bringing it's hands up to hide it. It's face is covered in scars and.. ugly. It doesn't want to see it or anyone else.
"It's alright honey…"
It moves to curl up on itself, hiding it's face in it's knees and keeping the muzzle in it's lap. It feels like it can breathe for the first time in a while at least.
"you don't have to talk, okay, but I'd like to ask you something."
She sighed softly "would you like a notebook so we can communicate better for now?"
It blinks, tilting its head towards her. It just shrugs, not sure. Its safer not to answer properly, it seems to have worked so far.
Jean is wandering through the streets of Gotham, instructed to investigate something to do with mutant mistreatment.
She notices Jason, green eyes narrowing. He's not a mutant, but the phoenix claws inside of her, telling her to look after him.
"excuse me? Are you alright?" She approaches, asking gently
— @cykeandjeanie
It's hidden behind a dumpster where he belongs when she approaches it. It's curled up tightly in loose league robes. Some of it is torn considering the fact it doesn't give him much protection aside from the armour on his chest.
It still has the hood on but disposed of the lenses on his eyes in favour of clawing at them. They're supposed to be blue. This is wrong, he is wrong. The muzzle is still on it's face, locked on and digging into the skin there. It isn't supposed to take it off so it doesn't. It doesn't want to see it's face.
It flinches at her voice, only backing up further when she approaches. It doesn't know her, it doesn't know why it's here. It does not have a mission, it does not have a target. All it wants to do is hide.
She crouches down next to him. "It's okay… it's alright"
it's another revived. not by me. he should be yours to protect and teach. As my host. The phoenix screeches in her mind, and she agrees.
It just curls up more, trying to hide behind something to protect himself. It could easily kill her, already thinking and scanning multiple exits or ways he could end her life but.. it doesn't want to and it doesn't have any objective or target so it technically doesn't have to?
"Hey… it's alright. I know what it feels like to come back to life, I want to help you" she says softly.
Jean's a motherly presence, warm and gentle.
It doesn't move any further back at least, still curled up tight and hiding it's face in it's knees. It's eyes are peeking over them, green and glowing. It doesn't know her or what she wants from it.
"It's alright, I'd like to help you"
She outstretches her hand, a simple offering
It flinches at the hand, expecting to be hit and ducking. After a few seconds of nothing happens it looks back up, eyes wide and not sure what she wants.
"you can take it, if you want. I'm not gonna hurt you, okay honey?"
It frowns, though that isn't visible with the muzzle, not sure what she means. It doesn't know what it wants... it wants.. he wants to go home. He flinches at the memory, the thought, hitting it's head to try stop it.
She takes his hand, pulling it away from his head. Her touch is warm, gentle.
"Honey, you don't have to hurt yourself"
It goes slack almost at the touch, freezing and letting her do whatever she wants to it. It's just supposed to let it happen. It doesn't know what she will do but the touch is gentle and warm enough he doesn't mind.. at least until it turns sour.
She doesn't move, she's just there. Warm and present.
"Honey… do you want me to touch you? You don't have to talk, just nod or tap if you want to be touched okay?"
It just stares at the hand touching him, like it's waiting for her to attack or.. do something. Nothing is happening and it's not sure what to do. It doesn't know what it wants, just that it doesn't like when things hurt or hurting others.
"Okay…" she breathes slowly, her other hand coming to rest on his other arm.
"does this feel okay? Tap me once if it's okay honey"
It flinches at the touch out of instinct, not moving away or anything afterwards. Okay..? It isn't sure what that means. It doesn't hurt so it thinks it's okay.. She might get angry if it doesn't listen so it taps her once, lightly with barely any pressure.
"okay honey, thank you."
Her touch is still warm and gentle
"Do you want to be held? Or would you like to stay for a while. Tap once for moving." Jean said gently
It isn't sure what to choose, what's the right option. It doesn't know what she means– where are they going? Where is she going to take him? Is she going to do something– It doesn't know and it's only more panicked by the options.
"Shhhhh it's okay honey… I'm sorry I didn't explain" she soothed gently
"if we move, I'll take you back to where I'm staying. It's warm and out of the cold. We'll get you something to eat and some new clothes."
It blinks, not sure how she knew what it was thinking. It.. likes that idea it thinks but it also thinks it's heard this story before. It's probably a trap or she'll want something in return. It doesn't matter to it so it'll let her do whatever she wants to it.
"Is that okay, honey?" She asks gently
It hesitantly nods, just once and sharply but enough to convey the meaning.
"alright…"
She gently scoops him into her arms. The comforting warmth surrounds him as she cradles him against her chest. "You okay?"
It tenses when picked up, better than full on flinching like before, looking around. It's warm and more comfortable then any touch he's had in a long time. It moves to hide it's face in her shoulder, like a child almost, nodding in response.
She nods, humming a little. Jean runs her fingers through his hair, a comforting gesture.
"I'm going to start walking, okay?"
It's hair is all matted with blood and dirt, tangled and frizzy. It used to be curly. It doesn't know why it thinks or remembers that. It doesn't respond to the question, just waiting for them to start.
She begins walking, to her and Scott's temporary accomodations. Jean is warm, and she tries not to jostle the boy in her arms.
It just stays in her arms, grabbing onto her clothes after a while to just stay on. It does peek to see where she is taking him and to potentially retrace his steps if needed.
She hums, entering an apartment a few minutes later.
"I'm sorry it's not very homey, it's temporary"
It turns its head to look around the place, squinting a bit as its eyes adjust to the lights. Considering the fact it has been living in the league for.. however long it’s been back this place is pretty nice and much safer.
"Do you want me to comb your hair? It's tangled" Jean asked softly
It isn’t sure what it’s supposed to answer to that. If she’s offering that must mean she wants it to say yes? It thinks for a bit longer than necessary before nodding hesitantly, already tensed and bracing for something to happen if it’s wrong.
she gently settles him on the bed, picking up a comb off the bedside table and sitting next to him.
Jean worked through the knots and tangles with gentle precision.
It moves to sit up straight on it's knees when placed down, the proper posture and position. Sometimes he had to kneel too but this was for resting. Being on the bed already makes him nervous, his breathing picking up a bit before stopping it completely. If he shows fear he'll only be hurt.
It makes sure to be still and not show any signs of pain while she combs through the hair, watching out of the corner of it's eye.
She's as gentle as can be.
"tell me if I hurt you accidentally, okay?"
That's probably a lie or trick so obviously it's not going to do that. The pain isn't really that much, not compared to anything else it's experienced anyways.
"It's no trick, I just want to know if I'm hurting you so I can be more gentle"
It freezes at that, not sure how she knows, how did she know? The only private thing it's ever had was his thoughts and does it not have that? It doesn't respond, just waiting for her to finish brushing it's hair.
She sets the comb down a few moments later.
It keeps it's head bowed down, looking down into his lap. It feels like it's just waiting to be punished at this point, not knowing what it did wrong and just.. unable to do anything.
"honey… you haven't done anything wrong" she said softly, tucking a stray curl behind his ear.
It flinches at the touch, expecting to be slapped or hit but nothing happens. It's so confusing. At least in the league he knew what not to do, had orders to follow. It doesn't know what it's supposed to do now, what she is going to use it for. What is it supposed to do?
she just sat beside him, not moving for a moment, allowing him to decide what he wanted to do.
An odd feeling bubbled up in her chest. Something maternal.
It would track her movements, glowing green eyes now dulled but still that unnatural colour. It doesn't even know her name, it never knew any of it's trainers or handlers names. It used to just observe and figure it out along the way if he spent enough time with them. It.. hopes it spends enough time with her to find out.
She hums
"Okay, I'm gonna ask you a question, I want you to tap once for yes and twice for no."
Jean's voice was still gentle as she questioned "Can you speak?"
It perks up a bit at the order, taking in the instructions.
It.. isn't sure what to answer that question with, pressing it's lips together before correcting itself despite the fact the muzzle is still on it's face. It could.. talk in theory, it's vocal cords work (it knows this because it can still scream. They only hurt it more though when it made any sound.) but it's been so long it doesn't know if it has the ability to.
It just shrugs before tensing and bracing, preparing to be punished because it couldn't even follow those simple instructions.
"It's okay… do you want me to take the muzzle off and ask again" she questions softly
It blinks, returning to its earlier position when it realises it wont be punished. The muzzle is usually only put on during missions so people can't see his mouth and he can't speak.
Usually there is a locking component though and the muzzle digs into his skin. If it was to be ripped off some of his skin would come with it. It's anyways not allowed to take it off.
Jean moves, looking at the locking mechanism. She narrows her eyes at it. Focusing.
The mechanism opens with a click.
It's caught off guard by that, letting it fall of it's face before bringing it's hands up to hide it. It's face is covered in scars and.. ugly. It doesn't want to see it or anyone else.
"It's alright honey…"
It moves to curl up on itself, hiding it's face in it's knees and keeping the muzzle in it's lap. It feels like it can breathe for the first time in a while at least.
Jean is wandering through the streets of Gotham, instructed to investigate something to do with mutant mistreatment.
She notices Jason, green eyes narrowing. He's not a mutant, but the phoenix claws inside of her, telling her to look after him.
"excuse me? Are you alright?" She approaches, asking gently
— @cykeandjeanie
It's hidden behind a dumpster where he belongs when she approaches it. It's curled up tightly in loose league robes. Some of it is torn considering the fact it doesn't give him much protection aside from the armour on his chest.
It still has the hood on but disposed of the lenses on his eyes in favour of clawing at them. They're supposed to be blue. This is wrong, he is wrong. The muzzle is still on it's face, locked on and digging into the skin there. It isn't supposed to take it off so it doesn't. It doesn't want to see it's face.
It flinches at her voice, only backing up further when she approaches. It doesn't know her, it doesn't know why it's here. It does not have a mission, it does not have a target. All it wants to do is hide.
She crouches down next to him. "It's okay… it's alright"
it's another revived. not by me. he should be yours to protect and teach. As my host. The phoenix screeches in her mind, and she agrees.
It just curls up more, trying to hide behind something to protect himself. It could easily kill her, already thinking and scanning multiple exits or ways he could end her life but.. it doesn't want to and it doesn't have any objective or target so it technically doesn't have to?
"Hey… it's alright. I know what it feels like to come back to life, I want to help you" she says softly.
Jean's a motherly presence, warm and gentle.
It doesn't move any further back at least, still curled up tight and hiding it's face in it's knees. It's eyes are peeking over them, green and glowing. It doesn't know her or what she wants from it.
"It's alright, I'd like to help you"
She outstretches her hand, a simple offering
It flinches at the hand, expecting to be hit and ducking. After a few seconds of nothing happens it looks back up, eyes wide and not sure what she wants.
"you can take it, if you want. I'm not gonna hurt you, okay honey?"
It frowns, though that isn't visible with the muzzle, not sure what she means. It doesn't know what it wants... it wants.. he wants to go home. He flinches at the memory, the thought, hitting it's head to try stop it.
She takes his hand, pulling it away from his head. Her touch is warm, gentle.
"Honey, you don't have to hurt yourself"
It goes slack almost at the touch, freezing and letting her do whatever she wants to it. It's just supposed to let it happen. It doesn't know what she will do but the touch is gentle and warm enough he doesn't mind.. at least until it turns sour.
She doesn't move, she's just there. Warm and present.
"Honey… do you want me to touch you? You don't have to talk, just nod or tap if you want to be touched okay?"
It just stares at the hand touching him, like it's waiting for her to attack or.. do something. Nothing is happening and it's not sure what to do. It doesn't know what it wants, just that it doesn't like when things hurt or hurting others.
"Okay…" she breathes slowly, her other hand coming to rest on his other arm.
"does this feel okay? Tap me once if it's okay honey"
It flinches at the touch out of instinct, not moving away or anything afterwards. Okay..? It isn't sure what that means. It doesn't hurt so it thinks it's okay.. She might get angry if it doesn't listen so it taps her once, lightly with barely any pressure.
"okay honey, thank you."
Her touch is still warm and gentle
"Do you want to be held? Or would you like to stay for a while. Tap once for moving." Jean said gently
It isn't sure what to choose, what's the right option. It doesn't know what she means– where are they going? Where is she going to take him? Is she going to do something– It doesn't know and it's only more panicked by the options.
"Shhhhh it's okay honey… I'm sorry I didn't explain" she soothed gently
"if we move, I'll take you back to where I'm staying. It's warm and out of the cold. We'll get you something to eat and some new clothes."
It blinks, not sure how she knew what it was thinking. It.. likes that idea it thinks but it also thinks it's heard this story before. It's probably a trap or she'll want something in return. It doesn't matter to it so it'll let her do whatever she wants to it.
"Is that okay, honey?" She asks gently
It hesitantly nods, just once and sharply but enough to convey the meaning.
"alright…"
She gently scoops him into her arms. The comforting warmth surrounds him as she cradles him against her chest. "You okay?"
It tenses when picked up, better than full on flinching like before, looking around. It's warm and more comfortable then any touch he's had in a long time. It moves to hide it's face in her shoulder, like a child almost, nodding in response.
She nods, humming a little. Jean runs her fingers through his hair, a comforting gesture.
"I'm going to start walking, okay?"
It's hair is all matted with blood and dirt, tangled and frizzy. It used to be curly. It doesn't know why it thinks or remembers that. It doesn't respond to the question, just waiting for them to start.
She begins walking, to her and Scott's temporary accomodations. Jean is warm, and she tries not to jostle the boy in her arms.
It just stays in her arms, grabbing onto her clothes after a while to just stay on. It does peek to see where she is taking him and to potentially retrace his steps if needed.
She hums, entering an apartment a few minutes later.
"I'm sorry it's not very homey, it's temporary"
It turns its head to look around the place, squinting a bit as its eyes adjust to the lights. Considering the fact it has been living in the league for.. however long it’s been back this place is pretty nice and much safer.
"Do you want me to comb your hair? It's tangled" Jean asked softly
It isn’t sure what it’s supposed to answer to that. If she’s offering that must mean she wants it to say yes? It thinks for a bit longer than necessary before nodding hesitantly, already tensed and bracing for something to happen if it’s wrong.
she gently settles him on the bed, picking up a comb off the bedside table and sitting next to him.
Jean worked through the knots and tangles with gentle precision.
It moves to sit up straight on it's knees when placed down, the proper posture and position. Sometimes he had to kneel too but this was for resting. Being on the bed already makes him nervous, his breathing picking up a bit before stopping it completely. If he shows fear he'll only be hurt.
It makes sure to be still and not show any signs of pain while she combs through the hair, watching out of the corner of it's eye.
She's as gentle as can be.
"tell me if I hurt you accidentally, okay?"
That's probably a lie or trick so obviously it's not going to do that. The pain isn't really that much, not compared to anything else it's experienced anyways.
"It's no trick, I just want to know if I'm hurting you so I can be more gentle"
It freezes at that, not sure how she knows, how did she know? The only private thing it's ever had was his thoughts and does it not have that? It doesn't respond, just waiting for her to finish brushing it's hair.
She sets the comb down a few moments later.
It keeps it's head bowed down, looking down into his lap. It feels like it's just waiting to be punished at this point, not knowing what it did wrong and just.. unable to do anything.
"honey… you haven't done anything wrong" she said softly, tucking a stray curl behind his ear.
It flinches at the touch, expecting to be slapped or hit but nothing happens. It's so confusing. At least in the league he knew what not to do, had orders to follow. It doesn't know what it's supposed to do now, what she is going to use it for. What is it supposed to do?
she just sat beside him, not moving for a moment, allowing him to decide what he wanted to do.
An odd feeling bubbled up in her chest. Something maternal.
It would track her movements, glowing green eyes now dulled but still that unnatural colour. It doesn't even know her name, it never knew any of it's trainers or handlers names. It used to just observe and figure it out along the way if he spent enough time with them. It.. hopes it spends enough time with her to find out.
She hums
"Okay, I'm gonna ask you a question, I want you to tap once for yes and twice for no."
Jean's voice was still gentle as she questioned "Can you speak?"
It perks up a bit at the order, taking in the instructions.
It.. isn't sure what to answer that question with, pressing it's lips together before correcting itself despite the fact the muzzle is still on it's face. It could.. talk in theory, it's vocal cords work (it knows this because it can still scream. They only hurt it more though when it made any sound.) but it's been so long it doesn't know if it has the ability to.
It just shrugs before tensing and bracing, preparing to be punished because it couldn't even follow those simple instructions.
"It's okay… do you want me to take the muzzle off and ask again" she questions softly
It blinks, returning to its earlier position when it realises it wont be punished. The muzzle is usually only put on during missions so people can't see his mouth and he can't speak.
Usually there is a locking component though and the muzzle digs into his skin. If it was to be ripped off some of his skin would come with it. It's anyways not allowed to take it off.
Jean moves, looking at the locking mechanism. She narrows her eyes at it. Focusing.
The mechanism opens with a click.
It's caught off guard by that, letting it fall of it's face before bringing it's hands up to hide it. It's face is covered in scars and.. ugly. It doesn't want to see it or anyone else.
Jean is wandering through the streets of Gotham, instructed to investigate something to do with mutant mistreatment.
She notices Jason, green eyes narrowing. He's not a mutant, but the phoenix claws inside of her, telling her to look after him.
"excuse me? Are you alright?" She approaches, asking gently
— @cykeandjeanie
It's hidden behind a dumpster where he belongs when she approaches it. It's curled up tightly in loose league robes. Some of it is torn considering the fact it doesn't give him much protection aside from the armour on his chest.
It still has the hood on but disposed of the lenses on his eyes in favour of clawing at them. They're supposed to be blue. This is wrong, he is wrong. The muzzle is still on it's face, locked on and digging into the skin there. It isn't supposed to take it off so it doesn't. It doesn't want to see it's face.
It flinches at her voice, only backing up further when she approaches. It doesn't know her, it doesn't know why it's here. It does not have a mission, it does not have a target. All it wants to do is hide.
She crouches down next to him. "It's okay… it's alright"
it's another revived. not by me. he should be yours to protect and teach. As my host. The phoenix screeches in her mind, and she agrees.
It just curls up more, trying to hide behind something to protect himself. It could easily kill her, already thinking and scanning multiple exits or ways he could end her life but.. it doesn't want to and it doesn't have any objective or target so it technically doesn't have to?
"Hey… it's alright. I know what it feels like to come back to life, I want to help you" she says softly.
Jean's a motherly presence, warm and gentle.
It doesn't move any further back at least, still curled up tight and hiding it's face in it's knees. It's eyes are peeking over them, green and glowing. It doesn't know her or what she wants from it.
"It's alright, I'd like to help you"
She outstretches her hand, a simple offering
It flinches at the hand, expecting to be hit and ducking. After a few seconds of nothing happens it looks back up, eyes wide and not sure what she wants.
"you can take it, if you want. I'm not gonna hurt you, okay honey?"
It frowns, though that isn't visible with the muzzle, not sure what she means. It doesn't know what it wants... it wants.. he wants to go home. He flinches at the memory, the thought, hitting it's head to try stop it.
She takes his hand, pulling it away from his head. Her touch is warm, gentle.
"Honey, you don't have to hurt yourself"
It goes slack almost at the touch, freezing and letting her do whatever she wants to it. It's just supposed to let it happen. It doesn't know what she will do but the touch is gentle and warm enough he doesn't mind.. at least until it turns sour.
She doesn't move, she's just there. Warm and present.
"Honey… do you want me to touch you? You don't have to talk, just nod or tap if you want to be touched okay?"
It just stares at the hand touching him, like it's waiting for her to attack or.. do something. Nothing is happening and it's not sure what to do. It doesn't know what it wants, just that it doesn't like when things hurt or hurting others.
"Okay…" she breathes slowly, her other hand coming to rest on his other arm.
"does this feel okay? Tap me once if it's okay honey"
It flinches at the touch out of instinct, not moving away or anything afterwards. Okay..? It isn't sure what that means. It doesn't hurt so it thinks it's okay.. She might get angry if it doesn't listen so it taps her once, lightly with barely any pressure.
"okay honey, thank you."
Her touch is still warm and gentle
"Do you want to be held? Or would you like to stay for a while. Tap once for moving." Jean said gently
It isn't sure what to choose, what's the right option. It doesn't know what she means– where are they going? Where is she going to take him? Is she going to do something– It doesn't know and it's only more panicked by the options.
"Shhhhh it's okay honey… I'm sorry I didn't explain" she soothed gently
"if we move, I'll take you back to where I'm staying. It's warm and out of the cold. We'll get you something to eat and some new clothes."
It blinks, not sure how she knew what it was thinking. It.. likes that idea it thinks but it also thinks it's heard this story before. It's probably a trap or she'll want something in return. It doesn't matter to it so it'll let her do whatever she wants to it.
"Is that okay, honey?" She asks gently
It hesitantly nods, just once and sharply but enough to convey the meaning.
"alright…"
She gently scoops him into her arms. The comforting warmth surrounds him as she cradles him against her chest. "You okay?"
It tenses when picked up, better than full on flinching like before, looking around. It's warm and more comfortable then any touch he's had in a long time. It moves to hide it's face in her shoulder, like a child almost, nodding in response.
She nods, humming a little. Jean runs her fingers through his hair, a comforting gesture.
"I'm going to start walking, okay?"
It's hair is all matted with blood and dirt, tangled and frizzy. It used to be curly. It doesn't know why it thinks or remembers that. It doesn't respond to the question, just waiting for them to start.
She begins walking, to her and Scott's temporary accomodations. Jean is warm, and she tries not to jostle the boy in her arms.
It just stays in her arms, grabbing onto her clothes after a while to just stay on. It does peek to see where she is taking him and to potentially retrace his steps if needed.
She hums, entering an apartment a few minutes later.
"I'm sorry it's not very homey, it's temporary"
It turns its head to look around the place, squinting a bit as its eyes adjust to the lights. Considering the fact it has been living in the league for.. however long it’s been back this place is pretty nice and much safer.
"Do you want me to comb your hair? It's tangled" Jean asked softly
It isn’t sure what it’s supposed to answer to that. If she’s offering that must mean she wants it to say yes? It thinks for a bit longer than necessary before nodding hesitantly, already tensed and bracing for something to happen if it’s wrong.
she gently settles him on the bed, picking up a comb off the bedside table and sitting next to him.
Jean worked through the knots and tangles with gentle precision.
It moves to sit up straight on it's knees when placed down, the proper posture and position. Sometimes he had to kneel too but this was for resting. Being on the bed already makes him nervous, his breathing picking up a bit before stopping it completely. If he shows fear he'll only be hurt.
It makes sure to be still and not show any signs of pain while she combs through the hair, watching out of the corner of it's eye.
She's as gentle as can be.
"tell me if I hurt you accidentally, okay?"
That's probably a lie or trick so obviously it's not going to do that. The pain isn't really that much, not compared to anything else it's experienced anyways.
"It's no trick, I just want to know if I'm hurting you so I can be more gentle"
It freezes at that, not sure how she knows, how did she know? The only private thing it's ever had was his thoughts and does it not have that? It doesn't respond, just waiting for her to finish brushing it's hair.
She sets the comb down a few moments later.
It keeps it's head bowed down, looking down into his lap. It feels like it's just waiting to be punished at this point, not knowing what it did wrong and just.. unable to do anything.
"honey… you haven't done anything wrong" she said softly, tucking a stray curl behind his ear.
It flinches at the touch, expecting to be slapped or hit but nothing happens. It's so confusing. At least in the league he knew what not to do, had orders to follow. It doesn't know what it's supposed to do now, what she is going to use it for. What is it supposed to do?
she just sat beside him, not moving for a moment, allowing him to decide what he wanted to do.
An odd feeling bubbled up in her chest. Something maternal.
It would track her movements, glowing green eyes now dulled but still that unnatural colour. It doesn't even know her name, it never knew any of it's trainers or handlers names. It used to just observe and figure it out along the way if he spent enough time with them. It.. hopes it spends enough time with her to find out.
She hums
"Okay, I'm gonna ask you a question, I want you to tap once for yes and twice for no."
Jean's voice was still gentle as she questioned "Can you speak?"
It perks up a bit at the order, taking in the instructions.
It.. isn't sure what to answer that question with, pressing it's lips together before correcting itself despite the fact the muzzle is still on it's face. It could.. talk in theory, it's vocal cords work (it knows this because it can still scream. They only hurt it more though when it made any sound.) but it's been so long it doesn't know if it has the ability to.
It just shrugs before tensing and bracing, preparing to be punished because it couldn't even follow those simple instructions.
"It's okay… do you want me to take the muzzle off and ask again" she questions softly
It blinks, returning to its earlier position when it realises it wont be punished. The muzzle is usually only put on during missions so people can't see his mouth and he can't speak.
Usually there is a locking component though and the muzzle digs into his skin. If it was to be ripped off some of his skin would come with it. It's anyways not allowed to take it off.
Jean is wandering through the streets of Gotham, instructed to investigate something to do with mutant mistreatment.
She notices Jason, green eyes narrowing. He's not a mutant, but the phoenix claws inside of her, telling her to look after him.
"excuse me? Are you alright?" She approaches, asking gently
— @cykeandjeanie
It's hidden behind a dumpster where he belongs when she approaches it. It's curled up tightly in loose league robes. Some of it is torn considering the fact it doesn't give him much protection aside from the armour on his chest.
It still has the hood on but disposed of the lenses on his eyes in favour of clawing at them. They're supposed to be blue. This is wrong, he is wrong. The muzzle is still on it's face, locked on and digging into the skin there. It isn't supposed to take it off so it doesn't. It doesn't want to see it's face.
It flinches at her voice, only backing up further when she approaches. It doesn't know her, it doesn't know why it's here. It does not have a mission, it does not have a target. All it wants to do is hide.
She crouches down next to him. "It's okay… it's alright"
it's another revived. not by me. he should be yours to protect and teach. As my host. The phoenix screeches in her mind, and she agrees.
It just curls up more, trying to hide behind something to protect himself. It could easily kill her, already thinking and scanning multiple exits or ways he could end her life but.. it doesn't want to and it doesn't have any objective or target so it technically doesn't have to?
"Hey… it's alright. I know what it feels like to come back to life, I want to help you" she says softly.
Jean's a motherly presence, warm and gentle.
It doesn't move any further back at least, still curled up tight and hiding it's face in it's knees. It's eyes are peeking over them, green and glowing. It doesn't know her or what she wants from it.
"It's alright, I'd like to help you"
She outstretches her hand, a simple offering
It flinches at the hand, expecting to be hit and ducking. After a few seconds of nothing happens it looks back up, eyes wide and not sure what she wants.
"you can take it, if you want. I'm not gonna hurt you, okay honey?"
It frowns, though that isn't visible with the muzzle, not sure what she means. It doesn't know what it wants... it wants.. he wants to go home. He flinches at the memory, the thought, hitting it's head to try stop it.
She takes his hand, pulling it away from his head. Her touch is warm, gentle.
"Honey, you don't have to hurt yourself"
It goes slack almost at the touch, freezing and letting her do whatever she wants to it. It's just supposed to let it happen. It doesn't know what she will do but the touch is gentle and warm enough he doesn't mind.. at least until it turns sour.
She doesn't move, she's just there. Warm and present.
"Honey… do you want me to touch you? You don't have to talk, just nod or tap if you want to be touched okay?"
It just stares at the hand touching him, like it's waiting for her to attack or.. do something. Nothing is happening and it's not sure what to do. It doesn't know what it wants, just that it doesn't like when things hurt or hurting others.
"Okay…" she breathes slowly, her other hand coming to rest on his other arm.
"does this feel okay? Tap me once if it's okay honey"
It flinches at the touch out of instinct, not moving away or anything afterwards. Okay..? It isn't sure what that means. It doesn't hurt so it thinks it's okay.. She might get angry if it doesn't listen so it taps her once, lightly with barely any pressure.
"okay honey, thank you."
Her touch is still warm and gentle
"Do you want to be held? Or would you like to stay for a while. Tap once for moving." Jean said gently
It isn't sure what to choose, what's the right option. It doesn't know what she means– where are they going? Where is she going to take him? Is she going to do something– It doesn't know and it's only more panicked by the options.
"Shhhhh it's okay honey… I'm sorry I didn't explain" she soothed gently
"if we move, I'll take you back to where I'm staying. It's warm and out of the cold. We'll get you something to eat and some new clothes."
It blinks, not sure how she knew what it was thinking. It.. likes that idea it thinks but it also thinks it's heard this story before. It's probably a trap or she'll want something in return. It doesn't matter to it so it'll let her do whatever she wants to it.
"Is that okay, honey?" She asks gently
It hesitantly nods, just once and sharply but enough to convey the meaning.
"alright…"
She gently scoops him into her arms. The comforting warmth surrounds him as she cradles him against her chest. "You okay?"
It tenses when picked up, better than full on flinching like before, looking around. It's warm and more comfortable then any touch he's had in a long time. It moves to hide it's face in her shoulder, like a child almost, nodding in response.
She nods, humming a little. Jean runs her fingers through his hair, a comforting gesture.
"I'm going to start walking, okay?"
It's hair is all matted with blood and dirt, tangled and frizzy. It used to be curly. It doesn't know why it thinks or remembers that. It doesn't respond to the question, just waiting for them to start.
She begins walking, to her and Scott's temporary accomodations. Jean is warm, and she tries not to jostle the boy in her arms.
It just stays in her arms, grabbing onto her clothes after a while to just stay on. It does peek to see where she is taking him and to potentially retrace his steps if needed.
She hums, entering an apartment a few minutes later.
"I'm sorry it's not very homey, it's temporary"
It turns its head to look around the place, squinting a bit as its eyes adjust to the lights. Considering the fact it has been living in the league for.. however long it’s been back this place is pretty nice and much safer.
"Do you want me to comb your hair? It's tangled" Jean asked softly
It isn’t sure what it’s supposed to answer to that. If she’s offering that must mean she wants it to say yes? It thinks for a bit longer than necessary before nodding hesitantly, already tensed and bracing for something to happen if it’s wrong.
she gently settles him on the bed, picking up a comb off the bedside table and sitting next to him.
Jean worked through the knots and tangles with gentle precision.
It moves to sit up straight on it's knees when placed down, the proper posture and position. Sometimes he had to kneel too but this was for resting. Being on the bed already makes him nervous, his breathing picking up a bit before stopping it completely. If he shows fear he'll only be hurt.
It makes sure to be still and not show any signs of pain while she combs through the hair, watching out of the corner of it's eye.
She's as gentle as can be.
"tell me if I hurt you accidentally, okay?"
That's probably a lie or trick so obviously it's not going to do that. The pain isn't really that much, not compared to anything else it's experienced anyways.
"It's no trick, I just want to know if I'm hurting you so I can be more gentle"
It freezes at that, not sure how she knows, how did she know? The only private thing it's ever had was his thoughts and does it not have that? It doesn't respond, just waiting for her to finish brushing it's hair.
She sets the comb down a few moments later.
It keeps it's head bowed down, looking down into his lap. It feels like it's just waiting to be punished at this point, not knowing what it did wrong and just.. unable to do anything.
"honey… you haven't done anything wrong" she said softly, tucking a stray curl behind his ear.
It flinches at the touch, expecting to be slapped or hit but nothing happens. It's so confusing. At least in the league he knew what not to do, had orders to follow. It doesn't know what it's supposed to do now, what she is going to use it for. What is it supposed to do?
she just sat beside him, not moving for a moment, allowing him to decide what he wanted to do.
An odd feeling bubbled up in her chest. Something maternal.
It would track her movements, glowing green eyes now dulled but still that unnatural colour. It doesn't even know her name, it never knew any of it's trainers or handlers names. It used to just observe and figure it out along the way if he spent enough time with them. It.. hopes it spends enough time with her to find out.
She hums
"Okay, I'm gonna ask you a question, I want you to tap once for yes and twice for no."
Jean's voice was still gentle as she questioned "Can you speak?"
It perks up a bit at the order, taking in the instructions.
It.. isn't sure what to answer that question with, pressing it's lips together before correcting itself despite the fact the muzzle is still on it's face. It could.. talk in theory, it's vocal cords work (it knows this because it can still scream. They only hurt it more though when it made any sound.) but it's been so long it doesn't know if it has the ability to.
It just shrugs before tensing and bracing, preparing to be punished because it couldn't even follow those simple instructions.
Jean is wandering through the streets of Gotham, instructed to investigate something to do with mutant mistreatment.
She notices Jason, green eyes narrowing. He's not a mutant, but the phoenix claws inside of her, telling her to look after him.
"excuse me? Are you alright?" She approaches, asking gently
— @cykeandjeanie
It's hidden behind a dumpster where he belongs when she approaches it. It's curled up tightly in loose league robes. Some of it is torn considering the fact it doesn't give him much protection aside from the armour on his chest.
It still has the hood on but disposed of the lenses on his eyes in favour of clawing at them. They're supposed to be blue. This is wrong, he is wrong. The muzzle is still on it's face, locked on and digging into the skin there. It isn't supposed to take it off so it doesn't. It doesn't want to see it's face.
It flinches at her voice, only backing up further when she approaches. It doesn't know her, it doesn't know why it's here. It does not have a mission, it does not have a target. All it wants to do is hide.
She crouches down next to him. "It's okay… it's alright"
it's another revived. not by me. he should be yours to protect and teach. As my host. The phoenix screeches in her mind, and she agrees.
It just curls up more, trying to hide behind something to protect himself. It could easily kill her, already thinking and scanning multiple exits or ways he could end her life but.. it doesn't want to and it doesn't have any objective or target so it technically doesn't have to?
"Hey… it's alright. I know what it feels like to come back to life, I want to help you" she says softly.
Jean's a motherly presence, warm and gentle.
It doesn't move any further back at least, still curled up tight and hiding it's face in it's knees. It's eyes are peeking over them, green and glowing. It doesn't know her or what she wants from it.
"It's alright, I'd like to help you"
She outstretches her hand, a simple offering
It flinches at the hand, expecting to be hit and ducking. After a few seconds of nothing happens it looks back up, eyes wide and not sure what she wants.
"you can take it, if you want. I'm not gonna hurt you, okay honey?"
It frowns, though that isn't visible with the muzzle, not sure what she means. It doesn't know what it wants... it wants.. he wants to go home. He flinches at the memory, the thought, hitting it's head to try stop it.
She takes his hand, pulling it away from his head. Her touch is warm, gentle.
"Honey, you don't have to hurt yourself"
It goes slack almost at the touch, freezing and letting her do whatever she wants to it. It's just supposed to let it happen. It doesn't know what she will do but the touch is gentle and warm enough he doesn't mind.. at least until it turns sour.
She doesn't move, she's just there. Warm and present.
"Honey… do you want me to touch you? You don't have to talk, just nod or tap if you want to be touched okay?"
It just stares at the hand touching him, like it's waiting for her to attack or.. do something. Nothing is happening and it's not sure what to do. It doesn't know what it wants, just that it doesn't like when things hurt or hurting others.
"Okay…" she breathes slowly, her other hand coming to rest on his other arm.
"does this feel okay? Tap me once if it's okay honey"
It flinches at the touch out of instinct, not moving away or anything afterwards. Okay..? It isn't sure what that means. It doesn't hurt so it thinks it's okay.. She might get angry if it doesn't listen so it taps her once, lightly with barely any pressure.
"okay honey, thank you."
Her touch is still warm and gentle
"Do you want to be held? Or would you like to stay for a while. Tap once for moving." Jean said gently
It isn't sure what to choose, what's the right option. It doesn't know what she means– where are they going? Where is she going to take him? Is she going to do something– It doesn't know and it's only more panicked by the options.
"Shhhhh it's okay honey… I'm sorry I didn't explain" she soothed gently
"if we move, I'll take you back to where I'm staying. It's warm and out of the cold. We'll get you something to eat and some new clothes."
It blinks, not sure how she knew what it was thinking. It.. likes that idea it thinks but it also thinks it's heard this story before. It's probably a trap or she'll want something in return. It doesn't matter to it so it'll let her do whatever she wants to it.
"Is that okay, honey?" She asks gently
It hesitantly nods, just once and sharply but enough to convey the meaning.
"alright…"
She gently scoops him into her arms. The comforting warmth surrounds him as she cradles him against her chest. "You okay?"
It tenses when picked up, better than full on flinching like before, looking around. It's warm and more comfortable then any touch he's had in a long time. It moves to hide it's face in her shoulder, like a child almost, nodding in response.
She nods, humming a little. Jean runs her fingers through his hair, a comforting gesture.
"I'm going to start walking, okay?"
It's hair is all matted with blood and dirt, tangled and frizzy. It used to be curly. It doesn't know why it thinks or remembers that. It doesn't respond to the question, just waiting for them to start.
She begins walking, to her and Scott's temporary accomodations. Jean is warm, and she tries not to jostle the boy in her arms.
It just stays in her arms, grabbing onto her clothes after a while to just stay on. It does peek to see where she is taking him and to potentially retrace his steps if needed.
She hums, entering an apartment a few minutes later.
"I'm sorry it's not very homey, it's temporary"
It turns its head to look around the place, squinting a bit as its eyes adjust to the lights. Considering the fact it has been living in the league for.. however long it’s been back this place is pretty nice and much safer.
"Do you want me to comb your hair? It's tangled" Jean asked softly
It isn’t sure what it’s supposed to answer to that. If she’s offering that must mean she wants it to say yes? It thinks for a bit longer than necessary before nodding hesitantly, already tensed and bracing for something to happen if it’s wrong.
she gently settles him on the bed, picking up a comb off the bedside table and sitting next to him.
Jean worked through the knots and tangles with gentle precision.
It moves to sit up straight on it's knees when placed down, the proper posture and position. Sometimes he had to kneel too but this was for resting. Being on the bed already makes him nervous, his breathing picking up a bit before stopping it completely. If he shows fear he'll only be hurt.
It makes sure to be still and not show any signs of pain while she combs through the hair, watching out of the corner of it's eye.
She's as gentle as can be.
"tell me if I hurt you accidentally, okay?"
That's probably a lie or trick so obviously it's not going to do that. The pain isn't really that much, not compared to anything else it's experienced anyways.
"It's no trick, I just want to know if I'm hurting you so I can be more gentle"
It freezes at that, not sure how she knows, how did she know? The only private thing it's ever had was his thoughts and does it not have that? It doesn't respond, just waiting for her to finish brushing it's hair.
She sets the comb down a few moments later.
It keeps it's head bowed down, looking down into his lap. It feels like it's just waiting to be punished at this point, not knowing what it did wrong and just.. unable to do anything.
"honey… you haven't done anything wrong" she said softly, tucking a stray curl behind his ear.
It flinches at the touch, expecting to be slapped or hit but nothing happens. It's so confusing. At least in the league he knew what not to do, had orders to follow. It doesn't know what it's supposed to do now, what she is going to use it for. What is it supposed to do?
she just sat beside him, not moving for a moment, allowing him to decide what he wanted to do.
An odd feeling bubbled up in her chest. Something maternal.
It would track her movements, glowing green eyes now dulled but still that unnatural colour. It doesn't even know her name, it never knew any of it's trainers or handlers names. It used to just observe and figure it out along the way if he spent enough time with them. It.. hopes it spends enough time with her to find out.
Jean is wandering through the streets of Gotham, instructed to investigate something to do with mutant mistreatment.
She notices Jason, green eyes narrowing. He's not a mutant, but the phoenix claws inside of her, telling her to look after him.
"excuse me? Are you alright?" She approaches, asking gently
— @cykeandjeanie
It's hidden behind a dumpster where he belongs when she approaches it. It's curled up tightly in loose league robes. Some of it is torn considering the fact it doesn't give him much protection aside from the armour on his chest.
It still has the hood on but disposed of the lenses on his eyes in favour of clawing at them. They're supposed to be blue. This is wrong, he is wrong. The muzzle is still on it's face, locked on and digging into the skin there. It isn't supposed to take it off so it doesn't. It doesn't want to see it's face.
It flinches at her voice, only backing up further when she approaches. It doesn't know her, it doesn't know why it's here. It does not have a mission, it does not have a target. All it wants to do is hide.
She crouches down next to him. "It's okay… it's alright"
it's another revived. not by me. he should be yours to protect and teach. As my host. The phoenix screeches in her mind, and she agrees.
It just curls up more, trying to hide behind something to protect himself. It could easily kill her, already thinking and scanning multiple exits or ways he could end her life but.. it doesn't want to and it doesn't have any objective or target so it technically doesn't have to?
"Hey… it's alright. I know what it feels like to come back to life, I want to help you" she says softly.
Jean's a motherly presence, warm and gentle.
It doesn't move any further back at least, still curled up tight and hiding it's face in it's knees. It's eyes are peeking over them, green and glowing. It doesn't know her or what she wants from it.
"It's alright, I'd like to help you"
She outstretches her hand, a simple offering
It flinches at the hand, expecting to be hit and ducking. After a few seconds of nothing happens it looks back up, eyes wide and not sure what she wants.
"you can take it, if you want. I'm not gonna hurt you, okay honey?"
It frowns, though that isn't visible with the muzzle, not sure what she means. It doesn't know what it wants... it wants.. he wants to go home. He flinches at the memory, the thought, hitting it's head to try stop it.
She takes his hand, pulling it away from his head. Her touch is warm, gentle.
"Honey, you don't have to hurt yourself"
It goes slack almost at the touch, freezing and letting her do whatever she wants to it. It's just supposed to let it happen. It doesn't know what she will do but the touch is gentle and warm enough he doesn't mind.. at least until it turns sour.
She doesn't move, she's just there. Warm and present.
"Honey… do you want me to touch you? You don't have to talk, just nod or tap if you want to be touched okay?"
It just stares at the hand touching him, like it's waiting for her to attack or.. do something. Nothing is happening and it's not sure what to do. It doesn't know what it wants, just that it doesn't like when things hurt or hurting others.
"Okay…" she breathes slowly, her other hand coming to rest on his other arm.
"does this feel okay? Tap me once if it's okay honey"
It flinches at the touch out of instinct, not moving away or anything afterwards. Okay..? It isn't sure what that means. It doesn't hurt so it thinks it's okay.. She might get angry if it doesn't listen so it taps her once, lightly with barely any pressure.
"okay honey, thank you."
Her touch is still warm and gentle
"Do you want to be held? Or would you like to stay for a while. Tap once for moving." Jean said gently
It isn't sure what to choose, what's the right option. It doesn't know what she means– where are they going? Where is she going to take him? Is she going to do something– It doesn't know and it's only more panicked by the options.
"Shhhhh it's okay honey… I'm sorry I didn't explain" she soothed gently
"if we move, I'll take you back to where I'm staying. It's warm and out of the cold. We'll get you something to eat and some new clothes."
It blinks, not sure how she knew what it was thinking. It.. likes that idea it thinks but it also thinks it's heard this story before. It's probably a trap or she'll want something in return. It doesn't matter to it so it'll let her do whatever she wants to it.
"Is that okay, honey?" She asks gently
It hesitantly nods, just once and sharply but enough to convey the meaning.
"alright…"
She gently scoops him into her arms. The comforting warmth surrounds him as she cradles him against her chest. "You okay?"
It tenses when picked up, better than full on flinching like before, looking around. It's warm and more comfortable then any touch he's had in a long time. It moves to hide it's face in her shoulder, like a child almost, nodding in response.
She nods, humming a little. Jean runs her fingers through his hair, a comforting gesture.
"I'm going to start walking, okay?"
It's hair is all matted with blood and dirt, tangled and frizzy. It used to be curly. It doesn't know why it thinks or remembers that. It doesn't respond to the question, just waiting for them to start.
She begins walking, to her and Scott's temporary accomodations. Jean is warm, and she tries not to jostle the boy in her arms.
It just stays in her arms, grabbing onto her clothes after a while to just stay on. It does peek to see where she is taking him and to potentially retrace his steps if needed.
She hums, entering an apartment a few minutes later.
"I'm sorry it's not very homey, it's temporary"
It turns its head to look around the place, squinting a bit as its eyes adjust to the lights. Considering the fact it has been living in the league for.. however long it’s been back this place is pretty nice and much safer.
"Do you want me to comb your hair? It's tangled" Jean asked softly
It isn’t sure what it’s supposed to answer to that. If she’s offering that must mean she wants it to say yes? It thinks for a bit longer than necessary before nodding hesitantly, already tensed and bracing for something to happen if it’s wrong.
she gently settles him on the bed, picking up a comb off the bedside table and sitting next to him.
Jean worked through the knots and tangles with gentle precision.
It moves to sit up straight on it's knees when placed down, the proper posture and position. Sometimes he had to kneel too but this was for resting. Being on the bed already makes him nervous, his breathing picking up a bit before stopping it completely. If he shows fear he'll only be hurt.
It makes sure to be still and not show any signs of pain while she combs through the hair, watching out of the corner of it's eye.
She's as gentle as can be.
"tell me if I hurt you accidentally, okay?"
That's probably a lie or trick so obviously it's not going to do that. The pain isn't really that much, not compared to anything else it's experienced anyways.
"It's no trick, I just want to know if I'm hurting you so I can be more gentle"
It freezes at that, not sure how she knows, how did she know? The only private thing it's ever had was his thoughts and does it not have that? It doesn't respond, just waiting for her to finish brushing it's hair.
She sets the comb down a few moments later.
It keeps it's head bowed down, looking down into his lap. It feels like it's just waiting to be punished at this point, not knowing what it did wrong and just.. unable to do anything.
"honey… you haven't done anything wrong" she said softly, tucking a stray curl behind his ear.
It flinches at the touch, expecting to be slapped or hit but nothing happens. It's so confusing. At least in the league he knew what not to do, had orders to follow. It doesn't know what it's supposed to do now, what she is going to use it for. What is it supposed to do?
Jean is wandering through the streets of Gotham, instructed to investigate something to do with mutant mistreatment.
She notices Jason, green eyes narrowing. He's not a mutant, but the phoenix claws inside of her, telling her to look after him.
"excuse me? Are you alright?" She approaches, asking gently
— @cykeandjeanie
It's hidden behind a dumpster where he belongs when she approaches it. It's curled up tightly in loose league robes. Some of it is torn considering the fact it doesn't give him much protection aside from the armour on his chest.
It still has the hood on but disposed of the lenses on his eyes in favour of clawing at them. They're supposed to be blue. This is wrong, he is wrong. The muzzle is still on it's face, locked on and digging into the skin there. It isn't supposed to take it off so it doesn't. It doesn't want to see it's face.
It flinches at her voice, only backing up further when she approaches. It doesn't know her, it doesn't know why it's here. It does not have a mission, it does not have a target. All it wants to do is hide.
She crouches down next to him. "It's okay… it's alright"
it's another revived. not by me. he should be yours to protect and teach. As my host. The phoenix screeches in her mind, and she agrees.
It just curls up more, trying to hide behind something to protect himself. It could easily kill her, already thinking and scanning multiple exits or ways he could end her life but.. it doesn't want to and it doesn't have any objective or target so it technically doesn't have to?
"Hey… it's alright. I know what it feels like to come back to life, I want to help you" she says softly.
Jean's a motherly presence, warm and gentle.
It doesn't move any further back at least, still curled up tight and hiding it's face in it's knees. It's eyes are peeking over them, green and glowing. It doesn't know her or what she wants from it.
"It's alright, I'd like to help you"
She outstretches her hand, a simple offering
It flinches at the hand, expecting to be hit and ducking. After a few seconds of nothing happens it looks back up, eyes wide and not sure what she wants.
"you can take it, if you want. I'm not gonna hurt you, okay honey?"
It frowns, though that isn't visible with the muzzle, not sure what she means. It doesn't know what it wants... it wants.. he wants to go home. He flinches at the memory, the thought, hitting it's head to try stop it.
She takes his hand, pulling it away from his head. Her touch is warm, gentle.
"Honey, you don't have to hurt yourself"
It goes slack almost at the touch, freezing and letting her do whatever she wants to it. It's just supposed to let it happen. It doesn't know what she will do but the touch is gentle and warm enough he doesn't mind.. at least until it turns sour.
She doesn't move, she's just there. Warm and present.
"Honey… do you want me to touch you? You don't have to talk, just nod or tap if you want to be touched okay?"
It just stares at the hand touching him, like it's waiting for her to attack or.. do something. Nothing is happening and it's not sure what to do. It doesn't know what it wants, just that it doesn't like when things hurt or hurting others.
"Okay…" she breathes slowly, her other hand coming to rest on his other arm.
"does this feel okay? Tap me once if it's okay honey"
It flinches at the touch out of instinct, not moving away or anything afterwards. Okay..? It isn't sure what that means. It doesn't hurt so it thinks it's okay.. She might get angry if it doesn't listen so it taps her once, lightly with barely any pressure.
"okay honey, thank you."
Her touch is still warm and gentle
"Do you want to be held? Or would you like to stay for a while. Tap once for moving." Jean said gently
It isn't sure what to choose, what's the right option. It doesn't know what she means– where are they going? Where is she going to take him? Is she going to do something– It doesn't know and it's only more panicked by the options.
"Shhhhh it's okay honey… I'm sorry I didn't explain" she soothed gently
"if we move, I'll take you back to where I'm staying. It's warm and out of the cold. We'll get you something to eat and some new clothes."
It blinks, not sure how she knew what it was thinking. It.. likes that idea it thinks but it also thinks it's heard this story before. It's probably a trap or she'll want something in return. It doesn't matter to it so it'll let her do whatever she wants to it.
"Is that okay, honey?" She asks gently
It hesitantly nods, just once and sharply but enough to convey the meaning.
"alright…"
She gently scoops him into her arms. The comforting warmth surrounds him as she cradles him against her chest. "You okay?"
It tenses when picked up, better than full on flinching like before, looking around. It's warm and more comfortable then any touch he's had in a long time. It moves to hide it's face in her shoulder, like a child almost, nodding in response.
She nods, humming a little. Jean runs her fingers through his hair, a comforting gesture.
"I'm going to start walking, okay?"
It's hair is all matted with blood and dirt, tangled and frizzy. It used to be curly. It doesn't know why it thinks or remembers that. It doesn't respond to the question, just waiting for them to start.
She begins walking, to her and Scott's temporary accomodations. Jean is warm, and she tries not to jostle the boy in her arms.
It just stays in her arms, grabbing onto her clothes after a while to just stay on. It does peek to see where she is taking him and to potentially retrace his steps if needed.
She hums, entering an apartment a few minutes later.
"I'm sorry it's not very homey, it's temporary"
It turns its head to look around the place, squinting a bit as its eyes adjust to the lights. Considering the fact it has been living in the league for.. however long it’s been back this place is pretty nice and much safer.
"Do you want me to comb your hair? It's tangled" Jean asked softly
It isn’t sure what it’s supposed to answer to that. If she’s offering that must mean she wants it to say yes? It thinks for a bit longer than necessary before nodding hesitantly, already tensed and bracing for something to happen if it’s wrong.
she gently settles him on the bed, picking up a comb off the bedside table and sitting next to him.
Jean worked through the knots and tangles with gentle precision.
It moves to sit up straight on it's knees when placed down, the proper posture and position. Sometimes he had to kneel too but this was for resting. Being on the bed already makes him nervous, his breathing picking up a bit before stopping it completely. If he shows fear he'll only be hurt.
It makes sure to be still and not show any signs of pain while she combs through the hair, watching out of the corner of it's eye.
She's as gentle as can be.
"tell me if I hurt you accidentally, okay?"
That's probably a lie or trick so obviously it's not going to do that. The pain isn't really that much, not compared to anything else it's experienced anyways.
"It's no trick, I just want to know if I'm hurting you so I can be more gentle"
It freezes at that, not sure how she knows, how did she know? The only private thing it's ever had was his thoughts and does it not have that? It doesn't respond, just waiting for her to finish brushing it's hair.
She sets the comb down a few moments later.
It keeps it's head bowed down, looking down into his lap. It feels like it's just waiting to be punished at this point, not knowing what it did wrong and just.. unable to do anything.
Jean is wandering through the streets of Gotham, instructed to investigate something to do with mutant mistreatment.
She notices Jason, green eyes narrowing. He's not a mutant, but the phoenix claws inside of her, telling her to look after him.
"excuse me? Are you alright?" She approaches, asking gently
— @cykeandjeanie
It's hidden behind a dumpster where he belongs when she approaches it. It's curled up tightly in loose league robes. Some of it is torn considering the fact it doesn't give him much protection aside from the armour on his chest.
It still has the hood on but disposed of the lenses on his eyes in favour of clawing at them. They're supposed to be blue. This is wrong, he is wrong. The muzzle is still on it's face, locked on and digging into the skin there. It isn't supposed to take it off so it doesn't. It doesn't want to see it's face.
It flinches at her voice, only backing up further when she approaches. It doesn't know her, it doesn't know why it's here. It does not have a mission, it does not have a target. All it wants to do is hide.
She crouches down next to him. "It's okay… it's alright"
it's another revived. not by me. he should be yours to protect and teach. As my host. The phoenix screeches in her mind, and she agrees.
It just curls up more, trying to hide behind something to protect himself. It could easily kill her, already thinking and scanning multiple exits or ways he could end her life but.. it doesn't want to and it doesn't have any objective or target so it technically doesn't have to?
"Hey… it's alright. I know what it feels like to come back to life, I want to help you" she says softly.
Jean's a motherly presence, warm and gentle.
It doesn't move any further back at least, still curled up tight and hiding it's face in it's knees. It's eyes are peeking over them, green and glowing. It doesn't know her or what she wants from it.
"It's alright, I'd like to help you"
She outstretches her hand, a simple offering
It flinches at the hand, expecting to be hit and ducking. After a few seconds of nothing happens it looks back up, eyes wide and not sure what she wants.
"you can take it, if you want. I'm not gonna hurt you, okay honey?"
It frowns, though that isn't visible with the muzzle, not sure what she means. It doesn't know what it wants... it wants.. he wants to go home. He flinches at the memory, the thought, hitting it's head to try stop it.
She takes his hand, pulling it away from his head. Her touch is warm, gentle.
"Honey, you don't have to hurt yourself"
It goes slack almost at the touch, freezing and letting her do whatever she wants to it. It's just supposed to let it happen. It doesn't know what she will do but the touch is gentle and warm enough he doesn't mind.. at least until it turns sour.
She doesn't move, she's just there. Warm and present.
"Honey… do you want me to touch you? You don't have to talk, just nod or tap if you want to be touched okay?"
It just stares at the hand touching him, like it's waiting for her to attack or.. do something. Nothing is happening and it's not sure what to do. It doesn't know what it wants, just that it doesn't like when things hurt or hurting others.
"Okay…" she breathes slowly, her other hand coming to rest on his other arm.
"does this feel okay? Tap me once if it's okay honey"
It flinches at the touch out of instinct, not moving away or anything afterwards. Okay..? It isn't sure what that means. It doesn't hurt so it thinks it's okay.. She might get angry if it doesn't listen so it taps her once, lightly with barely any pressure.
"okay honey, thank you."
Her touch is still warm and gentle
"Do you want to be held? Or would you like to stay for a while. Tap once for moving." Jean said gently
It isn't sure what to choose, what's the right option. It doesn't know what she means– where are they going? Where is she going to take him? Is she going to do something– It doesn't know and it's only more panicked by the options.
"Shhhhh it's okay honey… I'm sorry I didn't explain" she soothed gently
"if we move, I'll take you back to where I'm staying. It's warm and out of the cold. We'll get you something to eat and some new clothes."
It blinks, not sure how she knew what it was thinking. It.. likes that idea it thinks but it also thinks it's heard this story before. It's probably a trap or she'll want something in return. It doesn't matter to it so it'll let her do whatever she wants to it.
"Is that okay, honey?" She asks gently
It hesitantly nods, just once and sharply but enough to convey the meaning.
"alright…"
She gently scoops him into her arms. The comforting warmth surrounds him as she cradles him against her chest. "You okay?"
It tenses when picked up, better than full on flinching like before, looking around. It's warm and more comfortable then any touch he's had in a long time. It moves to hide it's face in her shoulder, like a child almost, nodding in response.
She nods, humming a little. Jean runs her fingers through his hair, a comforting gesture.
"I'm going to start walking, okay?"
It's hair is all matted with blood and dirt, tangled and frizzy. It used to be curly. It doesn't know why it thinks or remembers that. It doesn't respond to the question, just waiting for them to start.
She begins walking, to her and Scott's temporary accomodations. Jean is warm, and she tries not to jostle the boy in her arms.
It just stays in her arms, grabbing onto her clothes after a while to just stay on. It does peek to see where she is taking him and to potentially retrace his steps if needed.
She hums, entering an apartment a few minutes later.
"I'm sorry it's not very homey, it's temporary"
It turns its head to look around the place, squinting a bit as its eyes adjust to the lights. Considering the fact it has been living in the league for.. however long it’s been back this place is pretty nice and much safer.
"Do you want me to comb your hair? It's tangled" Jean asked softly
It isn’t sure what it’s supposed to answer to that. If she’s offering that must mean she wants it to say yes? It thinks for a bit longer than necessary before nodding hesitantly, already tensed and bracing for something to happen if it’s wrong.
she gently settles him on the bed, picking up a comb off the bedside table and sitting next to him.
Jean worked through the knots and tangles with gentle precision.
It moves to sit up straight on it's knees when placed down, the proper posture and position. Sometimes he had to kneel too but this was for resting. Being on the bed already makes him nervous, his breathing picking up a bit before stopping it completely. If he shows fear he'll only be hurt.
It makes sure to be still and not show any signs of pain while she combs through the hair, watching out of the corner of it's eye.
She's as gentle as can be.
"tell me if I hurt you accidentally, okay?"
That's probably a lie or trick so obviously it's not going to do that. The pain isn't really that much, not compared to anything else it's experienced anyways.
"It's no trick, I just want to know if I'm hurting you so I can be more gentle"
It freezes at that, not sure how she knows, how did she know? The only private thing it's ever had was his thoughts and does it not have that? It doesn't respond, just waiting for her to finish brushing it's hair.
