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mcon-boi:
“I’m always ready to argue and complain.” Elias boasted. “I hear you and completely understand, but I don’t think you know the full story behind why my work wasn’t super duper great and therefore raise my grade.”
“This had better be good.” Abe glanced at his watch
mcon-boi:
“I would like to go above and beyond by filing a formal complaint in person about my grades before I even see them. See, I already know that they’re not what most people would call acceptable and am I to blame? Probably! But I’m still here to complain.”
“Wow-- you were ready. I’m as impressed as I am adamant that I’m not changing your grade.”
* closed starter for / @ofresurrectiicns !
“abe…”
there was nothing that felt more RIGHT than this, nor anything that mattered more than it. laying entwined with him - just lying fully clothed and innocently in his arms - was where her heart felt whole once more.
she had spent a lifetime apart from him, and now, even the smallest, most inconsequential moments knocked her out. the way the sun hit the streaks of grey that now peppered his dark hair. the way his warm eyes still TWINKLED. the way he smiled, like it was just for her ( because usually, it was ), and how, with her hand pushed between the buttons of his shirt so her palm rested against bare skin, his heart beat steadily beneath. he was here. solid and warm beneath her, he was ALIVE - and that was all she had ever really wanted. all she had ever truly begged for. the sun had set with his death and left her cold, but it had risen again, now, and nothing could ruin them. nothing could even hope to. she knew that better than she knew anything, right now.
and that was why she couldn’t leave this go by, any longer. she knew it wouldn’t DESTROY them, because they had already faced the worst - and the longer he didn’t KNOW, the less they had to share. years before, they had made a promise to carry the weight of their lives together. no matter how much time had passed, they had to honor that, now.
“we have kids.”
Abe had dreamt this so many times - it must have been a dream. Opening his eyes slowly, Romy bundled between his arms.... It felt so familiar. Something that had been missing for so long. She was real. He could reach out and touch her - which was exactly what he did, stroking tiny circles into the crook of her elbows. Nuzzling his chin and lips against the base of her head.
She was the most common dream while he was dead. To be fair, he wasn’t sure if he was actually dead, or if he wasn’t, what had happened. When did he come back to life? When did he regain consciousness? None of that was clear to him, but he had his vague memories of a really, really long nap.
And when he woke up? He didn’t know what year it was, let alone what Romy was doing. (He knew she was alive. Knew in his bones.) She could have very well moved on - and what would he have done then? He would have wanted her to be happy - if that was even possible - but it would have destroyed him to watch her be happy with someone else.
He was still waking up to an extent now. So when Romy told him they had kids, he nodded, as if she was telling him that computers exist now. And then he thought about it. “I know,” He mused quietly, not trying to stir up old memories. Bad ones.
calebxdarkholme:
“Come on - it’s a little bit funny,” Caleb said, the grin appearing back on his lips for a brief moment. Although something told him that this guy didn’t have the same sense of humor that he did.
Ignoring his comment, Abe leaned closer. “I know people who’ve died for the right to exist as mutants. People who have been killed because they dared do what you did. And those people - the ones who want us dead, just because of what we can do - are still around. Don’t go around fueling their flame by using your powers to hurt others.”
lilbucharoo:
“Can your metabolism even keep up with a food eating contest?” George’s head shook, his fingers running through his hair. “I mean, look, if you’re down to getting your ass handed to you by a young adult, I mean, why the fuck not. But how old are you?” He definitely knew to ask better, but even his dad and step-dad didn’t look this old. “My dad is like…. ancient and still looks younger than you. You gotta pace yourself, Old Man.”
“My metabolism? Latkes were all we ate back when I was a kid.” Abe smiled - he was hardly raised in a shtetl but they did eat a lot of potatoes back then. And that was the best way to cook them. The boy’s words gave Abe pause - he was unsure of how to explain his age. “Let’s just say I was born in 1927. So I’ve had lots of time to practice.”
trchie:
“Nah, I don’t do threats unless you’re named Victor.”
“Who’s Victor and what’d he do to deserve that fate?”
thecvptainmarvel:
“Ha, you haven’t gotten any yet? I got three in the past ten minutes. They must not have checked their emails yet.”
“My students can barely read, so it might take them a bit.”
stvrdustisms:
“I think people care far too much about grades. There are much more important things in life.” Such as the type of tea they were going to buy the next time they went to the store.
“Grades are pretty important, but I just think people should have lower expectations. Not everyone deserves an A, ya know?”
“I can’t believe there’s going to be a latke eating contest on Saturday. Like…. I’m pretty sure I was born ready for this moment.” He couldn’t help the grin that was expressed freely as he turned to someone, anyone. “You’re looking at the soon-to-be winner of that food eating contest, mark my words. I’ve already started watching videos to train myself mentally for the contest yet to come.” He frowns for a moment, eyebrows furrowing. “Do you think they have applesauce? Latkes are the absolute bomb when combined with that shit.”
“If you think I am losing that latke eating contest, you’re very very wrong.”
Caleb was bored, and when he was bored he usually got into trouble. He hid against a wall, peeking around the corner as he watched students and teachers slipping on the patch of ice he had formed on the floor. A laugh passed his lips, one that was sure to have blown his cover. As he turned to the right, he caught someone staring at him. Caleb cleared his throat. “I told them they should get some rock salt out here, but no one listens to the students in this place I guess.”
“Do you think that’s funny?”
trchie:
“If I were you I’d end up just looking away from my email soon as I sent them out.”
“Jeez was that a threat?”
lilskent:
“People complain to you? I thought everyone just complained about grades behind people’s backs… you know, like normal people.”
“People talk about me behind my back? What do they say?”
sangriiasister:
“cowards,” she deadpanned, chosen mode of delivering her take not even intentional comedy. “if they don’t have the BALLS to duke it out with you in person, then their complaints aren’t even worth LISTENING to.”
"So I suppose that’s what you’re here to do?”
itsxjanexfosterx:
“If any are from my children, let me know so i can have a talk with them about it.” Jane said. Not that she thought her children would ever do that but she knows when she was about their age, she would have done that.
“I’m not quite sure that would be appropriate.” Abe frowned, unsure of how to respond to this.
“I just sent out grades....so you know what this means? There’s about a 5 minute delay until I get emails complaining about them.”
“You’re kidding. Oh my god, you’re not; you’re actually serious. How on earth are you not kidding?”
“Oh, I’m dead serious. Did you read the syllabus?”
left with me are wisps of you / a scent in the air. it catches me on weekdays, mostly, and holds me there.
it had been nineteen years. nineteen years - soon to be twenty - and still, the night that she had lost him was as fresh in her mind as if it had occurred just yesterday. there wasn’t much that romy could really be sure of, anymore, but she knew as well as she did that the sun would rise each morning that for the remainder of her long sad life, she would never be able to dull the memories sharp edges. she would always remember. it would always hurt. this was her burden to bear.
as much as she WANTED to, she would never be able to rid herself of the ghost that was that night. she could tell herself as much as she wanted that she was thinking of him less and less - that she was moving on - but the fact remained that all she needed to do was close her eyes to conjure up the image she wished she could recall, of his warm smile and crinkled eyes and all she needed to do was fall asleep for the memory that burned, of his broken, bruised, bloodied body. wet nights after heavy rainfall reminded her of how it had been along tiny town’s side lane they had been walking down. loud noises were all it took for her to recall the door that had been shoved open behind them slamming against the stone walls. all it took to remember the sound of bone on bone, when the humans had descended.
nineteen years ago, she had been engaged to a man that had stolen her heart when she was little more than a girl, and had taken it with him when he was robbed of his life. she would think of him, ALWAYS, and she would live with the choices she had made in the aftermath, forever - she didn’t have her ring to remember him by, because she had laid it to rest with him in his shallow grave. she would never know their kids, because she had known, even then, that without him she would fail to be the parent they deserved. she could remember him, she could remember them, and she could spend every day wishing that things were different, but she had made peace with the fact that he would NEVER return to her long ago.
which was why it was unnecessary - cruel - evil - for someone, some blasted child, to take his face. pulling wide her apartment door, romy’s heart had torn afresh, blue gaze meeting brown that lived now only with theo. she clutched the door - needing it’s support - and she struggled to find her words though her lip trembled in what she couldn’t be sure to be anger, or sadness, or some strange mix of a dozen emotions. a delicate “abe,” slipped past her lips and she had to force herself to remember that it couldn’t be.
“however way you found that face-”
it couldn’t. it wasn’t possible.
“whatever game this is, to you- drop the facade.”
it was cruel. cruel.
“drop it now. before i do something you’ll regret.”
Abe had pushed himself out of the ground. He had no idea why he wasn’t dead, why his powers had suddenly spared him. Perhaps a child of the earth could not be strangled by it, but whatever it was, Abe was alive. Even worse, he was alone. She must have died, she must have.
He got up, regrouped, tried to move on. Because he knew that he had to be prepared to die again, because he wasn’t sure how many lives he had left to live. Because she was certainly dead. She had always come back, after all of those years. He would think she was gone for good but she always returned, in one form or another. She would have found him. And he had been waiting for her ever since.
He hadn’t tried to count the years, but a part of his soul had died with him that night, buried with him wherever her body was. Buried with his parents. So he knew, with each passing year as his heart grew a little smaller. Abe had lost everything that night. Everything he still cared for, everything he believed in. He was nothing.
Her name had shown up in a directory of sorts, a few days after Abe had arrived at Paragon. He hadn’t been looking for her but Ramona Darkholme was not a common name - it couldn’t have been a coincidence. And despite not wanting to get his hopes up (he knew how devastated he would be if it wasn’t her, if she was in fact dead), he couldn’t help feel his heart beating in his chest as he knocked on her door.
It wasn’t her. It couldn’t be. She was dead - dead since 1999, dead since the last time he had seen her, as radiant in battle as she ever was. But yet, the face that answered belonged to none other than Romy.
How he had waited for this moment.
“No…. Romy- It’s me.” He gasped, lost for words, lost for air. She was alive. They were together. And despite the fact that she still didn’t believe he was himself, everything seemed so perfect in that moment. He reached out to her shoulder, as if to reassure her. “I’m back. I’m here.”
