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scott summers | 21 | mutant There's something inside of me — I can   f e e l  it. It makes me do things... dark things. And... and I need you to guide me. Because... I'm afraid I like it.

[fngsforthemmrs-deactivated20161]

“Major, life, all consuming being that rules over me…something like that.”

[scmmers]

“Definitely sounds like school.”

[fngsforthemmrs-deactivated20161]

“College work, mostly art I just haven’t picked up the supplies or anything for it.”

[scmmers]

“Is art your major?”

[fairphoenix-blog]

Weird. Strange. Dangerous. In the walls of the training room, the thoughts of her team members usually rang loudly — directed toward her, they felt even crueler than they would outside. There were few she felt comfortable training with, and Scott Summers happened to be one of them. ( Deep sigh of relief as she realized she would be with him for today’s lesson. ) The room shifted as the training simulation was crafted around them, and she flashed him a timid smile. “Are you ready?” 

[scmmers]

“I am if you are.” The words are paired with a confident nod and smirk, and he lets his head swivel around as he surveys the new simulation the training room is creating afterwards. He prefers training with Jean above most of the other students----he’s most comfortable around her, which makes focusing on their opponent rather than making a fool of himself easier. Plus, when he does end up making a fool of himself, she’ll make fun of him the least. Once the area has finished forming itself, he realizes nothing’s immediately attacking them, and turns to the redhead once again. “Shall we take a look around?”

[inkskinned]

I’m not good at words so my love isn’t poetry. It’s silly notes in secret places. It’s pointing out every beautiful thing I see so you can see it too. It’s waiting up hours to hear if you got home safe because I worry about you. It’s in lavender nights and making you tea and waiting for you to come with me to see movies and in telling you the parts of my day that made me happy and giving you every tiny gift I think might make you smile for a second like smooth rocks and cool leaves and it’s in letting you choose the radio station and in us together slowly healing. It’s in small quiet things but I promise. I will love you to the end of my being.

r.i.d//inkskinned (via inkskinned)

[fngsforthemmrs-deactivated20161]

“Tiring. I have so much work left to do.” She shrugged herself, smiling sweetly.

[scmmers]

“What kind of work?”

[fngsforthemmrs-deactivated20161]

“I shouldn’t tease, I can be just as bad, I get easily distracted.” She admitted, “So hows your day going Scott?”

[scmmers]

“It’s alright, as far as days go.” He shrugs. “How’s yours, Liss?”

[scmmers]

fngsforthemmrs:

“Yeah…I think I’m gonna need a few drinks to carry on that conversation.” She admitted with a soft laugh, nodding quickly, “Name’s Liss, whats got you thinking then?”

“Scott. Nice to meet you, Liss.” He chuckles. “Yeah, you and me both. Nothing in particular. It just kinda happens.”

[fngsforthemmrs-deactivated20161]

“Well that was rather deep for this time of day. You alright there?”

[scmmers]

“Well, you know what they say: it’s late enough for deep thoughts somewhere. Or something like that.” He chuckles to himself. “Yeah, I’m all good. Are you?”

[stupidlcmbs]

Winnie lets out a laugh, because she CAN relate. “ I’d suggest avoiding sidewalks and wearing a helmet, but the former is impossible because New York, and the latter is just…one part creepy, one part…mostly creepy, actually.” she was trying to go for funny, but seeing as she spends most of her time putting her foot in her mouth, she’s not surprised to see how DOWNHILL that went.  

She’s about to melt into a puddle and never return to the land of the living when the man addresses Scout, who promptly gets so excited she’s practically v i b r a t i n g. “I mean, I read the newspaper, and it’s not worth it if you just buy the paper for the cover- you gotta read all the stuff. Plus, sometimes they’re really funny or cool, especially if they pre-wrote one before they died and threw a bunch of bad jokes into it. Those are fun.”

She’s not gonna mention that she’s also doing it for her father. The first time she had read all the obituaries, Uncle Levi had made a comment about her being just like Simon, and though it took some digging, she can relate to the man not wanting anyone to be forgotten. She’s only six, but Scout gets it. 

“What do you do in your free time, then?” she questions, raising an eyebrow. 

“Oi, kid, what did we say about grilling strangers about their personal life?” and she doesn’t even have to be looking at the girl to see the eye roll. 

[scmmers]

He’s beginning to get the feeling that he MAY have finally met someone who’s as good at verbally fucking up as he is, and he’s not sure if that’s a cause for relief or concern. “Yeah, I think being clumsy outweighs the drawbacks of walking around in a helmet.” It’s not the creepiest thing he’s seen in New York, but still. It falls on the creepier side of the spectrum, and he has a hard enough time staying away from there without purposefully trying to get there.

The kid looks like she’s about to sprout wings and fly away - which, you know, he wouldn’t be that surprised to see considering where he’s been living for the better part of the past decade - after he addresses her. He gets that: there are a few memories from his childhood he hasn’t spent copious amounts of time trying to repress where he shared that same kind of excitement when his parents’ friends would talk to him and Alex. 

Now he knows most of them were just pitying them or sucking up to his folks, but he also knows this kid could certainly hold a better conversation than he could at that age. “You read the whole newspaper? Willingly?” Scott didn’t know kids ( damn, is he really getting THAT old ?? ) looked at any kind of news these days, let alone the actual paper. He’s so caught on that fact that he almost forgets to respond to the rest of her statement. “I saw one once that was pretty much just made up of bad funeral puns.”

He chuckles. “I don’t mind,” he reassures the kid’s mother with a genuine smile. And he really doesn’t --- he’s having more fun than he has all week. 

“You know, I think I should at least get your name before I spill my life story, don’t you think?” He squats down so he’s at eye-level with her as he speaks. When people had leaned down at him when he was a kid it had always felt condescending. Fixing the height difference felt more... fair.

[c-sand]

“Lauren … I need you to rescue me.” Rescue? What?!  “Could you put on a dress and come to The Bull’s Head, Kidsbury. Kiss Kiss Kiss. Miles.”

[stupidlcmbs]

The child gives the man an unimpressed look, rather than make a comment like she wants to. Sometimes, silence says all someone needs to know. 

Meanwhile, Winnie lets herself breathe, something she hadn’t realized wasn’t occurring for the entire 8 second process of the man nearly falling on his face yet somehow managing to save himself. “ You okay there, mate? Well, at least the papers will no longer have to print ‘ New York Man dies by tripping over his own feet ‘ or something unfortunate like that. “ Oh, let her bang her head repeatedly into a wall or something. 

The feeling of embarrassment isn’t helped by Scout turning to give her mom the same unimpressed look she was giving the man, though she k n o w s this is just how Scout teases. “ There have been weirder obi-tuaries. Some people write them for their animals, which is WEIRD.” comes the younger voice, “It’s really interesting, but ‘s still weird, like all the fun stuff is. “

[scmmers]

Admittedly, there was no way the situation could have possibly gone over smoothly- he had nearly faceplanted, after all- but he could have done without the ridiculously judgmental look he was getting from the kid standing a foot or two away. Hadn’t she ever tripped before? And where the hell did she learn to give a look like that?

He’s getting defensive over a look he’s getting from an elementary schooler. Dear god, he’s really hit a new low.

He gives the woman a smile strained by embarrassment. "Well, it’s only three in the afternoon. There’s still time.” He was going for self-deprecating, but there’s a chance it may have come across as rude or creepy. A very big chance, actually: he’s not sure why Charles lets him out of the mansion. There are already plenty of opportunities to make a fool of himself there, he doesn’t need the city’s.

He’s planning on making an undoubtedly awkward exit when the kid makes a comment about animal obituaries. It reminds him so strongly of the kids at Xavier’s School that he immediately takes back his unspoken defensiveness earlier and decides he likes her. “You know, I’ve never actually seen one for an animal, but I’m not surprised they exist. Do you spend a lot of time reading obituaries?” 

[fngsforthemmrs-deactivated20161]

“Perhaps you should be more careful…or maybe not?”

[scmmers]

“Being careful doesn’t really help. Bad things tend to happen around me whether I’m being careful or not.”

[scmmers]

“For the record, I didn’t plan that. It just -- accidentally happened.”

[scmmers]

∞, ✺, ♫

∞- Does your muse believes in afterlife?

Kind of? He feels like this can’t be all that there is, but at the same time, it still seems sort of outlandish.

✺- Something your muse finds pretty

The land around Xavier’s School when the sun’s coming up, or just after it rains.

♫- What is your muse’s taste in music?

Fall Out Boy, because he’s an emo nerd.

[scmmers]

✞ ♯ ⋆

✞- Does your muse have any kinds of religion?

Answered here!

♯- Something that gets your muse angry

Anything involving the kids at Xavier’s School getting threatened or hurt is probably the best way to piss him off.

⋆- Your muse’s future dream and why

Honestly, he really just wants to stop being a magnet for trouble.

[scmmers]

❤- What does your muse look forwards on their soulmate?❥- Can often/easily can your muse get heartbroken?❣- What calms your muse down?

❤- What does your muse look forwards on their soulmate?

Scott doesn’t really believe in soulmates. He thinks there’s someone out there for everyone, but not that there’s people who are made for another person. 

❥- Can often/easily can your muse get heartbroken?

Considering how much work someone would have to put in for him to trust them enough to let them get close enough to break his heart, it’s pretty difficult.

❣- What calms your muse down?

Jean.

[ironandsilk]

She knew his skepticism, could see it and smirked at it. “You are not the only one with surprises,” Elektra winked at him, flashing a sai under the bartop for an instant before tucking it away again in its sheath, “And I can handle myself.” 

That said, she threw back the rest of her drink before hopping off her stool. “You need the bottle more than I do. Don’t lose my number, hm?” 

[scmmers]

Both eyebrows go up this time. He was expecting some kind of weaponry- she was a mercenary, after all- just not anything that... fancy. “I believe it.” The words ghost out of their own accord, and he nods once, frighteningly at ease with the images that come to mind concerning just what she can do with one of those.

He smirks gratefully as she gets up to leave, nodding in agreement. “Will do,” he says, and follows the words with a mock salute.