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“You care about JUSTICE? Look beyond your OWN PAIN, Bruce. This city is rotting. People talk about the depression as if its history, and it’s not. Things are worse than ever down here. Falcone floods our streets with crime and drugs, preying on the desperate, creating new Joe Chills every day. Falcone not have killed your parents Bruce, but he’s destroying everything they stood for.” independant rachel dawes from ‘the dark knight’ nolan trilogy. canon divergent & verses vary.
“Why is it that when I ALMOST destroy the universe, everyone gets upset?”
indie rachel summers | canon & divergent | verses vary. {written by some loser named sarah}.
psssst.
i have moved over here mxrvclgirl. this blog is pretty much archived. i will not be changing the url, because i want to keep it. probably use it again at some point. and i’m lazy, kinda. so yeah. i’m over there!! xoxo.
ALL I DO IS WIN WIN WIN NO MATTER WHAT.
+ theimpalpable. v: whisper of a thrill | bewitched. continued from {X}.
She paced back and forth, lower lip curled beneath canine as she nibbled her bottom lip in a great deal of panic mixed with rapid thought. This had never been a part of their...’plans’. But...things...happened. Yes. Yes, these things happened to other couples all the time...At least that is what she mentally processed through to make herself feel a bit better. She never did like that feeling of secrecy, but as he slinked away to the office that morning, she had an agenda all her own. Yesterday she had one of her closer friends pick up a special test for her...a digital pregnancy test. All the signs were there: she was ‘late’, moody (moreso than usual), her body felt terribly foreign to her, not to mention with her little psionic capabilities, it was almost as if she felt the little life forming within her while it grew in heartbeat and nature. A little tiny peanut. Their peanut. As the timer buzzed, she darted back into the bathroom to check the results. At first panic arose, she knew he would either faint from anxiety, have a harsh go with his asthma, or--or he could take it perfectly fine. Regardless, Rachel’s first reaction was to begin to cry, tears of joy and tears of mortification. He or she would most likely be a mutant to some regard, --and she was drastically afraid to go this new journey alone, without her own mother present in her life merely because she never thought she would be good enough for her own special adventure. As the day quickly grew into the quiet darkness of night, Rachel had begun to find a numbing calmness about the pregnancy, but she needed her newlywed husband to be on par. She needed him to know. With the fireplace sparked to life, golden hues of whispering amber and bittersweet danced about the features of her face while bright azure irises studied the diamond upon her finger. A silent dimpled and closed-lip grin resonated upon her lips while she thought back on that beautiful day. It was hard to believe just how far they had come together, it drew a warmness to her tender heart. She must have dozed off in that very state, dreaming of all the lovely things to come. Finally, the click of the front door was an all too familiar note, and she drowsily sat up on the couch. Drawing her fingertips along her exhausted features, she slowly brought herself up to her feet. Head canted as he wrapped his arms around her petite figure from behind. Ray automatically rested her back to his chest, melting into his warm arms. She giggled at his response, her own heart all a flutter as it usually was when he came about. “Well, if ever I were uncertain Mr. Logan, you certainly have set the record straight.” She hummed, before softly turning herself about so she could cup his cheeks and gaze back into his adoring eyes. “I have some news.” she whispered, pads of her fingers stroking his cheek affectionately. “Been waiting all day to tell you. I would have said something sooner but I did not want to tell you over the phone. I wouldn’t be able to see your adorable face and well -- it just is not the sort of thing you discuss miles apart.” She wasn’t beating around the bush, no. Rachel just suddenly got nervous. What if he did not want to have kids right off the bat? What if...he never had wanted to have kids at all? Swallowing hard, she finally spoke in a far more timid tone, with an expression that was almost ashamed. “I’m...pregnant.”
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so. my muses are alive, all three of them actually: ray ( mxrvcl ) && babs ( barbastellaa ) && lenny ( rxyaliisms ) – BUT, the mun is starving and therefore refuses to cooperate. not to mention i got about 4 hours of sleep, and busted my butt today. i both love and hate freight day. – so i need sustenance…and maybe to watch a trashy show like…the bachelorette. hmmm. anyhow. happy thoughts/prayers because my manager of our salon is putting me up for a promotion, she just needs to ask my general manager if i can move from the front (doing makeup), to working directly as receptionist in our salon. if i get this position, it is a guaranteed 30 hours a week, no surprises. i NEED this opportunity and when the time comes i will fight for it. anyhow so that is what is going on. so…food, maybe a nap. then fun things yeah? ok cool.
Please, don’t go.
Eyes wandered across the terrain of her face, frown deepening when she labeled herself as not-normal. Well, if they wanted to go onto the cheesy side of things, of course she was out of the ordinary for him; someone absolutely special, one of a kind —- yet the thought about her being that type of different didn’t even cross his mind whilst words continued to get spilled and confusion broadened in vivid length.
A m u t a n t ? P s i o n i c ? Read MINDS? Make people DO things? SEE things? MOVE things with your MIND? P A U S E time?
What?
He had heard about that type of mutants before. Not the kind to own damage in their system to allow deformities to grow – the ‘usual’ kind, if you will – but the type where change in DNA e n h a n c e d them and made them become more powerful than the ordinary being. Jake vaguely acknowledged this because of Lexine ( his cousin, a biochemist ) yet he never really had the chance to see for himself, to meet ONE…little did he know he acknowledged one all this time…her, his Rachel.
His hands, instead of loosening their grip, tightened around her, not wanting her to step away from him. No, no, no; it’s okay, it’s okay. “That’s—-a lot of…things you can do.” His lame–yet hilarious–answer proved his astonishment. Yes, it was difficult to digest, but the way she said it, the way she explained made him believe her. “Have–How-How long have you h-had…since birth? How d-did you—-that’s a lot to handle—-” And then he began to think about HER struggles, the boy barely contemplating doubts about himself, whether she had read his mind before, whether she made his way into his heart through tricks…no, not at all. “The migraines…they’re–they’re because of that? I-I mean, you can control what you do, I never…never no-noticed…b-but—-”
Rachel was genuinely taken aback by his adamant grip upon her. He did not want her to go? She let him speak through how he needed to, gather the right phrases, the right thoughts, enabling him to catch up to her. “Since birth.” She answered softly, watching him carefully. “How did I find out? Well -- I was sort of born in to it. My parents were very powerful. Well known in the ‘mutant’ community actually. -- Super...Superheroes, I guess you could call them.” She cleared her throat knowing just how idiotic it must have sounded, but there it was, the truth. She was at her highest bit of vulnerability. “Yes. The migraines happen because it can be a bit overwhelming, you know, having the whole damn world at my fingertips.” She placed her index finger upon his lips whilst he stuttered and gently shook her head. “It has taken me a long time to get a handle on everything that I cam capable of. But, it has been a part of me for a long, long time. For as long as I can remember. My mother was always known for her mutation, controlled by it, to the point that it consumed her and I was always warned against enabling that to happen. I went into hiding a long time ago and well, here I am. I can’t keep lying to the one good, constant thing in my life. Jakey I---I fully understand if you need space to...grasp all of this. But, this is my biggest, darkest secret to date. You mustn’t tell anyone. I trust you.” She concluded with an affirming tone, as if to remind herself that she truly did. She trusted him because she loved him, with every fiber of her powerful being.
At the lloyd center mall...
...and they are playing Avril circa 2002...I feel like I'm back in HS.
“I am a witch, Darrin. A real broom-riding, house-haunting, cauldron-stirring witch.”
He would never get tired of this. Never, ever. Jake loved how she clung to him for dear life every time he kissed her, adored how fervent she was when bestowing affection upon him; was so ENAMORED with every touch, every breath, every inch of her. His hand traveled down her neck, that tender flesh he had memorized plenty of times but was always eager to rediscover. Nevertheless, in the midst of pleasurable dizziness, the kiss was broken and Jake opened his eyes immediately, for swift tug seemed alarming compared to other times they’ve shared such type of closeness.
Big eyes looked at her, trying to catch signs that could him what was going on. “Are you okay?” He softly mumbled, hearing laughter from her part, as if she realized something he did not and due to that, a confused frown was pressed upon mien. The boy gingerly wrapped his arms around her middle, waiting for some sort of reply —- until she spoke with an explanation that made him laugh.
“Falling, huh? Now you know how I feel. But you shouldn’t worry about that, pretty daredevil…” Whispers were sent into air as he lifted his head just to put a kiss upon her forehead. “I got you.” A side-smile was given whilst eyes met her lighter ones again; the view of her being oh so beautiful for the smitten guy holding her in his arms. He was sure he wouldn’t be able to live a day without the sight of her, without the sound of her voice, the flavor of her kiss, the sensation of her touch. Nevertheless, magic trance was interrupted when beauteous pools began to gain opaque filling; when a gasp escaped her and, he knew, something just wasn’t right.
“Ray, what is it?” He questioned, head tilting to a side. “You know you can tell me anything,” concern began to enter his pores; one hand running through the length of her spine to bring her ease, “right?”
She looked to his concern gaze, and swallowed hard. Right? Right, Rachel?? “Of course,” her voice broke as she spoke merely out of instinct, but she did not necessarily believe it. Anything, he said. What a very heated topic. She could do this, right? Right. She had to. “Jake I---I’m not...what you would call....normal.” She began with a great deal of hesitation, but keeping the diminished space between them, staying close. Her fingertips brushed along his chest as she sighed and attempted to find her proper phrasing. “Many years ago, there was...a--well, I guess you could consider it a ‘cure’ for...for my kind....the genetically pure...or...impure...however you want to refer to it. But, not all of us---well, not all of us utilized that said cure and it is not like it worked actually. Those who have abilities that have spanned generations, managed to keep....what they were able to do...some--somehow. Jake I---I’m. What you would call...a...mutant.” She let that sink in for a moment before continuing on. “But, I’m perfectly healthy. Except for the slight migraines now and again because my...powers if you will, are...psionic. I--I can read minds, make people do things, see things. I can move things with my mind, too. Destroy things, put them back together...I can even pause...pause time.” Ray realized she may have been speaking too much. She wondered if he would even believe her, it was then she took a step back from him, worried about how he might actually take the news once it settled.
Right back at ya, ‘Tough Guy.’
He was oblivious to the struggle she was going through, and if he actually knew about the thoughts which constantly coursed through her head, he would’ve tried everything to understand and ease the troubles swimming across the seas of her mind. Yet, currently, there was nothing he could show but tender smile, for Jake did not know anything about the powerful nature she belonged to. Perhaps it would be difficult to swallow, but not impossible, because beyond all intricacies, the boy simply found it unimaginable to let her go, for she was his everything, what he wanted and needed the most.
“You don’t know?” He lifted his brows and almost gasped, promptly depositing dulcet kisses upon her forehead, nose, cheeks and chin. “What about now?” A chuckle escaped him, though once Rachel stopped him with a tug, he couldn’t help but stare at those beautiful eyes of hers; to get lost in that soft, timid gaze aligned with sentence that symbolized reciprocation. Lord, he had it bad for her, but he adored being lovesick to all she was. Free hand moved to slip under her chin and without a doubt, he leaned in to get a sweet taste of her lips.
She wanted to tell him. She needed to tell him. Couldn’t she see that he wouldn’t leave her? That he was in this just as much as she was? For the long run? She just -- didn’t want him to judge her the way others had, or assume that she put some kind of ‘spell’ on him to make him believe he was in love with her. That was all real, so real, too real, and far too much to her own liking -- but it had happened. Ever since the day she had kissed him on a whim. They had fallen head over heels, oblivious to the outer-world, in love...and it would seem, she had fallen first. As he intently peppered the kisses from forehead to chin upon her skin, a gentle grin was found upon her features, so delicate and true. He made her feel so at ease in circumstances where she felt like running away...but, any chance to spend with him was better than not being with him at all just because she was terrified he might find out about her ‘corrupted’ DNA. Suddenly, as his free hand slipped beneath her chin, her heart practically lurched forward, concluding in its actions. Breath removed from her lungs in sweet serendipity as he leaned in to steal a kiss, and with that, she melted tenderly into him, bridging the gap between them and draping her arms around his shoulders, best she could considering the slight difference in height. She felt as though she may be floating -- which actually frightened her...because well, she could do that. Float, or fly.
It was because of that, she pushed back from the kiss, palms flattening out against his shoulder blades, brows drawing tightly together. Her bright baby blues widened as she peered down at her feet, which were firmly planted on the Earth below her. A great sigh of relief overcame her and she began to laugh before pressing her forehead against his and drawing him nearer again, knowing he would find her actions quite cryptic. “Sorry. I--I began to feel so dizzy I felt myself falling.” Valid response, considering she knew he understood how that felt. “Or...felt like I was falling.” She concluded in a whisper as her eyes met his once more. Rachel breathed in and out slowly, fingertips very delicately curling against his shoulders as she memorized his familiar features, never wanting to let him go. All a daze, her eyes actually began to glaze over, and she gasped, blinking and looking away from him, heart filtered in bits of anguish that she just could not tell him what she was...Ray mentally scolded herself for not willing to trust him, that he might just stay. He wasn’t just anyone, after all, he was her ‘Tough Guy’. Her Jake. HER Jake.
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