Brite

'I wanna follow you down, but I just can't keep up. I wanna be with you now. you're gone.' Lennox Thorne | 21 | Sirius

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logan-thorne:

Logan wasn’t usually in the mansion when the sun finally set, preferring to walk around the grounds or practice his shadow travel. But with the recent attack, he decided it would be best to stay in for the night. He had his favorite philosophy book in his hands when he passed the kitchen, the familiar smells immediately telling him who was cooking. He walked into the room with an eyebrow raised. “You know that everyone hates your cooking, you know,” Logan teased as he grabbed an apple from the refrigerator.

Seeing his brother around always brought a smile to his face. It made the large, sometimes intimidating tower feel more like home. And since more often than not he was hanging out with Logan, it made sense why he was usually smiling. “Pshhh, yeah right Logan. Says the guy whose always asking to eat my food.”

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lettymonroe:

Letty had been trying all day to lesson some of the tension around the mansion. It was obvious things were happening around them, bad things that they couldn’t control. They couldn’t control what the public thought about them; they couldn’t control what the media wrote about them. But they could control what went on inside the mansion which meant Letty had been in top form today, spreading around senseless gossip in an attempt to get people’s minds off of the negative attention. She’d only been going to the kitchen to get a drink before finding some new company when she saw Lennox cooking. Smelled better than anything she could have made. 

“Hey, Lennox,” she replied smiling and more content than ever to wait. “Yeah, I’m always hungry.”

“Letty!” he regarded, gleefully. The girl always kept things interesting, and that was Lennox’s signal of a cool person. Thus, the boy was always kind of glad when she was around. “I’ll makes sure you get the first plate then. There’s a bunch of stuff, but mainly a turkey. I know it’s not thanksgiving, but it was already in the fridge for whatever reason.” He justified with an embarrassed chuckle after. “so, what’s the buzz, Monroe?”

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genevieve-bishop-petra:

“Smells delicious in here.” Genevieve said taking a seat on one of the stool by the counter. “Are you making dinner all by yourself?” She asked tipping her head over to scan over what Lennox was doing. 

“Thanks, Gen.” He responded, with a humble smile.”Yup, been at it for a bit. I got a turkey in the oven, mashed potatoes, corn, Quinoa salad, and sliders! I had a theme in my head earlier, but I forgot it.”

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narikim--agma:

Nari didn’t trust other people to make her food. She was incredibly particular when it came to her diet, and so she could hardly expect anyone to make anything decent for her. So when she found Lennox in the kitchen, undoubtedly cooking for everyone, she planned to ignore him. However, he engaged her in conversation. “Yes…it’s me. I won’t be joining you for dinner. I just need to get something, and then I’ll be out of your way.” She had to admit that the kitchen did smell pretty good. But no. She had her own food waiting for her in the refrigerator. 

Ah, the ice queen Nari. If anyone, her steely gaze was enough to make Lennox’s usually unwavering smile falter if he wasn’t careful. This time be tried not to be fazed. “Hi, Nari.” he  called with a light smile. He moved over to the oven to check on the turkey he planned on serving. “Are you sure you don’ want to eat with us? It’ll be fun,” he tried to coax in a singsong voice. “and I got something for everyone, finicky dieters included.” Then he moved over to a counter bringing over a bowl covered by plastic wrap. “BAM! Quinoa salad. At least try it. Pleeeease.”

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Lennox could feel the tension in the mansion. It was palpable. Quite silencing really. And it made perfect sense. The news wasn’t on their side. The media wasn’t on their side. Them being mutants. Lennox didn’t know much about advice, but he did know enough about distractions. So, he was in the kitchen. Cooking up a big dinner for all of the X-men was hard, different specifics for different members, but he did it when on special occasions. He was one of the most favored cooks in the house. At least in his mind.

“Gonna be done in like... five or six secs, man. You hungry now? Oh! It’s you! Hey!”

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