Scott: Scott couldnât keep the grin off his face. âEmma the little nerd,â he awwâd. He shifted over the roof tile, hand propping his head. "Of course you and me? BFFs. If you weren't trying to steal my spot at the top of the class." He fell quieter at the direction of her powers, smile dimming somewhat. Scott furrowed his brow tilting the liquid around his glass. "My powers saved my life -and.. my brother's. I'd be dead without them. But, there were accidents, at the hospital and other times. I used them intentionally. I don't know, some people might still be alive." he shrugged, offering a small smile. "it wasn't the easiest puberty let's say."
Emma: " Even had the pigtails and glasses to prove it." She laughed somewhat at the idea of them being friends, "I would never have let you, friendly competition and all." She fell silent for a moment. "Itâs hard to imagine how we survived." She said with a chuckle before reaching her glass toward his, "Cheers to it being over."
Scott: The shit eating grin only grew. "Oh, this is my new favorite thing. You must have pictures. C'mon." he snorted, "Sorry, but I'm Scott Summers? and I always come first." he was glad for the easy laugh, "We're alive." he chuckled, "Cheers to that." He said clinking his glass a little too enthusiastically.
Emma: "Probably have a picture somewhere, but there's no way in hell I'll be showing you that." She shot back with a scrunched nose. "No one will ever see those pictures." She could only chuckle, "And I'm a Frost and we don't do second place." After the clink of their glasses, Emma finished off her glass tentatively, relaxing a bit.Â
Scott: "Oh C'mon. I wanna see." Scott drawled, prodding her below the ribs. "Did you have braces? Bad Haircut? The whole works?" he grinned at the image. "Still obnoxiously cute anyway, I'll bet." Scott tilted his head, willing to concede the point, "Maybe yes but, you would cheat." He finished his glass. "Okay, next question. Favorite time of your life. As in, generally, over the span of a few years."
Emma: "Over my dead body," she protested, wiggling away from his finger with a small light laugh. "No brace. And as if my mother would let me leave the house with a terrible haircut, please image was everything." She smirked at the confession, "Cute, huh? I do believe you just admitted something, Summers. Can't take it back now." She had to laugh at his slight admission. She watches him as he takes the drink, her body warming up to the chill as they continue. Becoming less tense the more she talked. "I suppose when I left...a few years before I started at ESU. You?"
Scott: He paused raised his eyebrow at her, "Obnoxiously cute....generally obnoxious. Who woulda thought." He thought he didn't have a comeback. "No, I cannot...however," he settled for another prod, "How come? he asked. "First few years of life probably, for obvious reasons. Then first joining SHIELD. This would be the third though."
Emma: She wiggled again at his finger, biting back the giggle. "Well, I suppose I was on my own. I could do what I wanted, be who I wanted. God anywhere. Hell, I even washed dishes for a while. I was utterly out from control of my parents and went where the wind blew me. I had no worries or expectations. " She doesn't want to pick at the moment. To ruin it with what she thinks of SHIELD or the fact that those moments molded him. "Oh really? It's just third then?" She asked with a smile.
Scott: Scott watched her, listening along. It sounded pleasant. "And, no attachment," he commented. "You really washed dishes?" he said, surprised. "I had something similar," he said, "When I was sort of floating around, after leaving the orphanage. But I was a little less put together I guess? Scared out of my damn mind then," he paused, it was hard to avoid the dark stuff. "Uh, no," he smiled, "Our date is number one obviously. You'll go on to be president or something and I can brag about how I went on a date with Emma Frost â And y'know made out in a close one time."
Emma: She nodded. "Yes, with no attachments. It's easier that way." She admitted. "I did...Long story short. I was starving and got caught trying to cheat someplace out of paying...Not my finest moment." She listened to him, understanding that. "I was hardly put together, but I guess we both figured it out somehow." She pressed her finger into his shoulder, "Oh really?" She smirked at him, "So you're not denying you enjoy my company?"
Scott: "Not like this place," Scott pointed out. "-And drink," He added pouring himself another glass a little too generously. He laughed then, "Mhmmm. More or less." "Firstly, oww," he protested. He smiled looking up at the sky. "Err, I don't deny it! You're just usually screaming with me and I don't want to give you the satisfaction. Toootally different."
Emma: "No, not like this place at all. Too many attachments and reason not to leave. she extended her empty glass toward him" Her mind whirled with all the people who wormed into her life. "I suppose but life is never easy..." She simply rolled her eyes, "It was just a poke." She laughed softly, "You so deny it, but I know the truth. You get flustered around me for a reason."
Scott: "Suck doesn't it?" said wryly as he filled her glass. "Eh," he shook his head, "You really don't know the half of it right now." "No...this is a poke." he drawled prodding below the ribs like last time. "Oh, you know what? Immunity. Starting now. Boom. It's done. I am unflappable."
Emma: "Sure but maybe not for long..." She rose a brow at him, "I'm sure I know more than you'd be thinking..." She squirmed from his finger, "That's exactly what I did!" Repeating the motion. "Right, we'll see about that."
Scott: "Sure." Scott said skeptically but said nothing more. "No..dodon't be vague right now. What- Do you know?" "But I did it better," he pointed out. He smiled raised an eyebrow at the poke, "Well that's it," setting down his drink. "never start on me Frost I hate losing." he pushed the bag out of the way from between them, leaning over hand playing across her ribs.
Emma: She simple left it to hang between them. "Not vague, just trust me I know far more than I let on. So what do you want me to tell you?" She tiptoed around the topics that would spoil the mood that had settled for them. "Better? No...No-" She gasped before laughter broke out past her lips and she lost her self to the feeling of tingles and tickling. "No, Scott, stop it's not fair" each word coming between a small bought of giggles.
Scott: "Nothing," he said through narrowed eyes, almost petulantly. It was simply a delight. Scott was grinning and laughing like an idiot as she tried to squirm away from him. "Sorry, what was that? Scott wins? Is that what you said?" Not letting up, he shifted onto his knees so the other hand could join in the assault.
Emma: Wiggling under him, Emma tried as she might try to still his fingers across her rib cage ever as her laughter echoed around them. Trying to block her stomach and ribs from his unrelenting fingers to no avail. "That is not what I said," she protested through between giggles and laughs, "Scott! Yes...Yes, you win!" She watched him, hovering over, racking her brain for a way to distract him. Her fingers moved to attempt to move over his own ribs in hopes of distracting him or fighting fire with fire.
Scott: "I really, really like winning." He reminded her, smug as all can be. It was hard to keep it up. It was like happy torment. Scott couldn't stop laughing, though, watching her wiggle, blonde hair splayed around her. When she tried for revenge, he only aww'd "No dice, sorry." Doubling his efforts
Emma: "I concede," she gasped for air, "I concede." while the fingers continued to splay across her stomach. Tears gathering in the corner of her eyes from the laughter she continued to move under him hoping to get away. She mentally cursed at the fact that he wasn't ticklish and continued to hear her laughter ring out.
Scott: He rocked back, prying his hands away from her, one clutching his stomach as the last few bubbles of laughter racked through him, "I can't anymore. You win. Oh my god.." he breathed out, rubbing carefully under the lenses. he leaned too far back however and cursed a little as he ended up slipping down the roof a bit, a manic grab at the tile so he didn't die. "Worth it."
Emma: Labored breathing lifted her chest as she let out the last few giggles. she wiped at her eyes, knowing her makeup had been ruined at the corners of her eyes. She laughed at him this time, a smile pulling her lips into something easy toward him. The smile disappeared as he fell back and she made a mad move to grab his arm as well. She couldn't help the roll of her eyes, a fond smirk in place as she helped him settle back down.Â
Megan: Megan was standing in the kitchenette of her shared abode, her roommates out to their various routines. Keller already gone to the Hamptons, Bobbi probably out to lunch, and she was left alone. Which was pretty perfect considering that Emma had seemed rather upset. The kettle of warm water squealed and she began pouring and steeping the tea into two rather generously sized mugs. Her door, still unhinged was leaning against the wall so when she caught the feeling of Emma's presence she wasn't really shocked, moving to greet her with a warm smile and a mug of tea. "We can go to my room if you'd like? The lack of door out here creates very little privacy." The young blonde offered.
Emma: She felt silly. This wasn't something Emma Frost did but even she could realize when she was feeling overwhelmed and alone. It seemed that everything was a conspiracy against her. First Ty, then Felicia and now Scott. She knew better than to let people into her life like this but there she was. She chewed her lip. "No one else is here right?" She asked rather tentatively before looking to the door. "This is fine.I won't bother you long..."
Megan: Megan's face fell. "Completely alone, as per normal." If her room was this barren she would usually be at Emma's or out on a run. There wasn't much here to do over the summer other than study, and frankly, she felt like she was doing a bit too much of that anyhow. "If you insist." Her feet led them over to the couch where she sat and pulled her feet up onto the couch with her. "What's been going on, love?"
Emma: She rubbed at the back of her neck before running her fingers through her hair. "I'd take that over everyone and their mum coming over all the time invited an welcomed or not." It was a low muttered. She was tired of that happening. A little respect was all she asked and she didn't even have that. Spending her time cooped up in her room, ignoring the world--avoiding it. "Terribly nothing, I'm afraid. Nothing can go on when no one likes you I guess." She offered with a slightly strained smile trying to play it off as nonchalant.
Megan: She sighed, a hand leaving her mug to run through her tousled hair. "Roommates. There's very little respect in those regards I fear." She didn't have the best roommates, but half of them usually kept to themselves. That was better than not. "Come now, that's not the case at all." She had been noticing the tension recently though. "I'm sorry for Felicia, she doesn't seem to be the greatest in any case. I wouldn't bother with her much. Is there something I'm missing? You wouldn't look so tense otherwise. Talk to me."
Emma:Â Emma nodded, "Understatement. The change in housing can't come fast enough." She brought her knees up to her chest resting her chin on the tops of them looking at the younger girl. "Oh, it is." She knew better than to lie about it. "Don't be. It's what I do best according to Scott and everyone. So why should I care?" She cleared her throat slightly. "I'm just...not handling it like I should I guess. There's only so much even I Â can take from people before it gets to me..." She looked at the girl too with a shrug. "I'm sorry this is horrible unlike me I know..
Megan: Megan moved to set her tea on the coffee table as she listened before turning to face the woman head on. "Anyone who says that can shove it." She defended. "There is no wrong way to handle a situation like this. I think how you're acting is perfectly normal. I mean, of course, you should be upset, even angry." Lord knows Megan would be reacting the same way. "Nothing is unlike you either, that's the beauty of feelings. If they are yours, then you are always you."
Emma: Emma mustered a laugh; it wasn't a genuine laugh. "That'd be all of the campus..." She supposed by then that meant she was back to where she was when she first came to this bloody school. "I'm not made for open emotions... I'm upset," She felt tears building, "I'm angry. I'm tired of this happening." A scoff, bitter and self-loathing left her, "I should be used to people leaving though. It was only a matter of time..." She sniffed she wasn't going to cry. She pressed her forehead to her knees hiding her face. "I suppose but when you're a Frost it's best just to remain...unemotional."(edited)
Megan:Â "Your name shouldn't stop you." But she knew Emma, if not almost better in that. Her own Emma hardly showed anyone how she was feeling. Even going so far as to hide it from her own family. "This is stupid you know. People who leave, they aren't worth your time. You're better than that, better than them." Megan placed a hand on Emma's shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. "Don't you dare go diamond on me right now, Em. I know you're going to pick yourself up from this, but I want you to feel this. Recognize that feeling something, good or bad, it's a part of you. It's part of your human make up."
Emma: "You never met my father..." She mumbled. If he could see her now she thought. His words echoing in her head over and over again. "I just want someone to stay...Just once....I want someone to pick me not because I'm there and that's all they have but because they want me..." Her words came out on a slight sob. She cleared her throat trying to push it away. A gargled laugh left her. She had been so close to just closing it off. To just shut it away. "Will I? Because Scott...doesn't trust me..." She felt the tears now, "I wouldn't be surprised if he decided I wasn't worth it too... My best friends both hate me. All anyone ever wants from me is my telepathy or to use me as some pawn..." Her shoulders were shaking with silent sobs, clutching herself together. "I don't belong here....I belong in New York beside Sebastian. At least there I was used to being played."
Megan: Emma had her there. "You're right. I didn't meet him, in fact, Mom denied him any sort of access. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if he had no idea of my existence. For the best after all." Megan, stubborn as ever, shook her head. She moved over to wrap her arms hesitantly around the woman. "Loving someone is pain, it's up to you to decide where to go with that pain. Are you going to let him go so easy? Or are you going to sit down and make him talk it out? That's a choice you have to make." She couldn't help there, it wasn't her place or her expertise. "Stand up for yourself," her voice lowered. "you are so much stronger than this, and you deserve so much better than the shit you're getting. AS for New York... I don't know much about that..."
Emma:Â "He's an awful man...So yes probably for the best." Emma shook her head. She would have done that too. Would still do it. Winston was a monster. But so was she. Â She lifted her head from her knees to the girl. "What's the point in trying to hold on?" She looked away, "He deserves someone better...Someone he can trust to always do the right thing, who will let him in without needing countless pushes." She lifted her shoulder trying to keep that from stinging. She sniffed wiping her eyes ."We did talk..in Palermo...doesn't change the reality of it all..." She'd live with it. She leaned into the girl's touch. "I'm not today I guess. And this, is what I deserve...and more" She swiped once again at her eyes, "You must think I'm being over emotional huh?"
Groot: Groot wasn't sure what had happened besides the building falling down on his head. But he was feeling better. The problem was, not all the Terrans were so lucky. Groot was taking some time to check in on the ones he liked, starting with Emma. Quietly he snuck into her room and looked around. [Emma, are you awake? ]
Emma: Boredom had taken over well into her third hour of being alone. A simple text had turned into lying in bed beside one another watching Netflix before smoothing into roaming hands and lingering kisses. Minimal physical activity her ass. Considering it an early birthday present, Emma had promised to lie still and tell him if she was in too much pain. That'd yet to happen if anything the slight pinch of her side made it better. Head thrown back into the pillow, Scott's body looming over her, Emma smiled before it fell picking up on the thoughts, stopping abruptly, Emma peered around Scott's body, a slight grunt of pain leaving her at the contortion. "Scott," It was a strangled pant. "Scott-" She moved to shove his arm slightly, "We have company." Chin jerking to the door frame as she grabbed the sheet to cover her body.Â
Scott:Â He was doing his thing, making sure she was keeping still because a broken bone was a broken bone. "What- Am I hurti- DaaaAHHH!" he recoiled instinctively from the newcomer, flopped sideways trying not to crush Emma and tumbled over the side of the bed. All while trying to protect the goods from the little sentient twig' underage?? eyes. He groaned loudly from by the bedstand behind the bed. "What the HELL?"
Groot: Groot wasn't happy to see Scott there, but there wasn't anything he could do about that. He had attached himself to Emma somehow. Â The man didn't have to scream like that, even if the flailing was pretty funny to watch him fall off. Groot walked up to the bed and climbed up on the nightstand so he could see Emma. [ Were you hurt in the attack? You'd don't look very good ]
Emma: "Scott!!"Emma winced slightly at the shouting, pursing her lips as she watched Scott tumble from the mattress. "Are you okay?" She asked tentatively, clutching the sheet to her body as she leaned over. Nope. Nope, that hurt. She slowly moved back down to sitting against the pillow. "I...I yes, I was... Um, thanks." She smoothed a hand down her bemused hair. "Groot, darling, we ah...we're in the middle of something private..."
Scott: He grabbed a pillow to hide himself. "Fine. Fine. are you okay? And make him go away." he grumbled from the corner of his mouth. He sat up, head poking out from above the side of the bed, glaring daggers at the little twig. "What do you want"
Groot: Groot was ready to say goodbye when Emma told him they were having private time, but then Scott started being mean. He wasn't going to leave her with this asshole. [ I wanted to make sure she was okay because she was CAUGHT IN AN EXPLOSION] he snapped at Scott and turned away from him to converse with Emma. [You should have more water. Peter said water is good for Terrans and flora.]
Emma: Emma  covered her mouth with her hand finding the entire situation funny. "Fine, darling..." she spoke a few chuckles leaving her. " he said he was worried about me because I was caught in that mess at the ballroom. It's sweet." She shot  Scott a look [ and he really doesn't like you. What did you do to him?]  "I'm fine really Groot. Plenty of water and a very strict..ish..boyfriend to play doctor with." She licked her lips fighting the laugh because it hurt.(edited)
Scott: Scott lolled his head back to the ceiling. The moment she said sweet he knew it was over. Sweet everyone thought he was soo sweet. Eyes snapped open, he gawked, "What did-" he threw up his hands. [He ripped my DOOR OFF! I did nothing!]. Scowling he rose to his feet, careful about pillow placement, edging to the bathroom
Groot: Groot shook his head. [He's not a doctor, you need a real doctor. And more sunlight] he recommended.  [Here ]. Groot extended his arms so he could pull open the curtains and let the sun in.  Groot finally noticed Scott's state of undress. [Why is he naked? I thought Terrans wore clothes](edited)
Emma: Emma ignored the way Scott was behaving with the roll of her eyes [Clearly you did something...] She offered mentally before turning her attention to Groot. "No that wasn't what I meant... I saw a Doctor. No- No Groot I'm-" She managed before he was opening the curtains. Â She sighed. "I'm not giving the talk to a tree..." She muttered more to herself than either Scott or Groot. Â "...Private things, Groot."
Scott: Annnd he was mooning the quad. He saw a woman's eyes widen. "Goddamnit stop touching things Groot! Cover his eyes!" Grabbing the curtain and flinging it uselessly closed, he hopped and awkwardly shuffled to the bathroom, picking up his boxers on the way.
Groot: Groot A look of comprehension came over Groot's face. [Oh, okay. Do you want me to drag that loser out with me? He seems kinda clingy.] When Scott started swearing Groot didn't hesitate to yell back at him. [It's not like it's your shit either, stupid.] More quietly he asked Emma [Why do I have to close my eyes?]
Emma: Emma ran a hand down her face. "Stop yelling." She hissed back to Scott and Groot, before moving her body as to shield Groot. "No, you can't take Scott with you. Scott's our friend...my friend.: She shook her head. "Because it's...rude to look at people naked, Groot. Just... Give us a minute to get decent." She sighed rummaging around for her own clothing,
Scott: Pulling on his boxers from inside the bathroom. He scoffed when Groot yelled out. It sounded annoyed. Ha. Pulling on his boxers from inside the bathroom. He scoffed when Groot yelled out. It sounded annoyed. Ha, He made a face at the twigling coming back out behind Emma's back. "Where are my pants?"
Groot: Groot sort of knew that creatures liked clothes, even if he didn't understand it at all. Still, being rude wasn't nice and from the sounds of it, he was making Emma frustrated with all the questions. So he indulged them and turned around so he was facing the wall.
This conversation has run through his head a few dozen times on the way over. Arguments, counterarguments, compromises, as if it was a debate to win. So it takes a moment to take in the smile, the immediate acceptance. Fingers dig into the wooden frame. A beat passes and all he can think to say is â- I had a whole speech.â
Then heâs sighing and reaching for her, lips pressing against hers. There were doubts. He always had doubts, a bottomless pit of them. But this was his greatest. Sheâs the one person he could never prepare for and the one person he couldnât live without. Aching relief floods through him in waves and he pours it into the kiss. If she had said anything else, he doesnât know what he would have done. âTonight. As soon as you can pack a bag. Letâs just go. Itâs what weâve always wanted and Iâm not waiting anymore."Â
It gives her a bit more than a little satisfaction to know she's cut through something. Surprising the most prepared man she knows, and it's only slightly bittersweet. He's expecting some form of a fight on her part. Pleading and the need for convincing. She's only partly sad to disappoint. "I know." It's said with a smile and a tap to the temple. But it's more than that. It's knowing how his mind works.
It leaves her breathless and numb all together and all at once. It all rolls into her, wave after wave, emotion and thought together, even as she tightens her hold against him. Hands gripping the material of his shirt a silent reciprocation of his own emotions. A form of reassurance in the only way she knows how even though itâs not needed. She can feel it settling relief and something else. "Right, silly question. Of course sooner the better, blah blah. Can it be two bags? You know...shoes in one, and other necessities in the other?" She lingers before him for a moment longer before moving to lug her half-emptied suitcase on the bed. "Well then, letâs go take over the world.â
The knocks land on her door sharp and clipped, unmistakeabe. He waits on the other side, duffle on the floor, hands clenched around the door frame. In the past heâd just left. Barely a word of goodbye before he was out the door, only a dust trail as he sped away. Always a slave to the mission, to his own demanding instincts. But he has different priorities. He looks up when the door cracks open. His mind is a storm of activity that he knows she can feel so he keeps it simple.Â
âIâm leaving ShieldU. Come with me.â
Heâd rubbed off on her. Always waiting for that goodbye or âuntil we meet againâ. Lingering in the air. Sheâd been conditioned. It lingered in the back of her mind, like always in everything she did. The knock makes her jump but itâs unmistakably him. No one else feels the same against her mind. Itâs hard to distinguish the source against the storm, but she doesnât hesitate to look in any way. Door open between them she looks at the duffle and then him. Heart constricting, jaw tightening in preparation of all the bad news sheâs come to expect. Only it doesnât come. Her brow scrunches for a moment digesting whats been asked.
She brushes the hair from her shoulder. The word always is there but she swallows it back opting for a smug smile like she knew what heâd ask. âWhen do we leave?â
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Sonder: The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own.
Opia: The ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable.
Monachopsis: The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.
Ănouement: The bittersweetness of having arrived in the future, seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell your past self.
Vellichor: The strange wistfulness of used bookshops.
Rubatosis: The unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.
Kenopsia: The eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet.
Mauerbauertraurigkeit: The inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like.
Jouska: A hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head.
Chrysalism: The amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm.
Vemödalen: The frustration of photographic something amazing when thousands of identical photos already exist.
Anecdoche: A conversation in which everyone is talking, but nobody is listening
Ellipsism: A sadness that youâll never be able to know how history will turn out.
Kuebiko: A state of exhaustion inspired by acts of senseless violence.
Lachesism: The desire to be struck by disaster â to survive a plane crash, or to lose everything in a fire.
Exulansis: The tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it.
Adronitis: Frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone.
RĂŒckkehrunruhe: The feeling of returning home after an immersive trip only to find it fading rapidly from your awareness.
Nodus Tollens: The realization that the plot of your life doesnât make sense to you anymore.
Onism: The frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time.
Liberosis: The desire to care less about things.
Altschmerz: Weariness with the same old issues that youâve always had â the same boring flaws and anxieties that youâve been gnawing on for years.
Occhiolism: The awareness of the smallness of your perspective.
âYes, Iâm in here. I wouldnât be anywhere else just now,â Ruth replied.
Ordinarily she would just leave the person at the door to work things out for themselves, to be sure theyâve made up their mind on the issue. This was cause for an exception. She opened the door herself, waving for Emma to enter rather than linger injured in the corridor.
âSit if you wish to, you ought to do if youâll take the advice,â she said, âYouâre rattling around inside in a new way.â
She fights the sarcastic remark as it bubbles on her tongue. "Right, of course.."
She almost thought for a moment, just the acknowledgment that Ruth was safe was enough, but it wasn't. When the door opened, her mind was made up. They needed to chat.
Brow arched Emma nodded, finding the nearest chair and sitting. It was always a bit eerie how she did that. âI..yes.â She answer lainly. âAnd you? Are yu, alright?â
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