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@armeultime [ Taking Care of Teens ]

            “ Pops said I should talk to you. Something about               ‘aggression’ and ‘training’..?“                This could end one of two ways. 

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@armeultime [ Trouble with Teens ]

           “ I don’t think this is a good idea. “  She didn’t like the training aspect of this school. While she harnessed some anger and aggression underneath the surface she also hated pain and inflicting it. And he didn’t seem like a teacher who would take any excuses.                       Truth be told he didn’t really look like a teacher. “ Can I take a sick day?” 

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        ‘ -- i don’t think i have ever thanked you properly.          you endured so much to convince me -- to save           everyone -- even when it cost you everything. ‘

       @armeultime liked for a starter.

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@armeultime ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪs

                       “Please, no need to be shy. Come in.”                        He’s not expecting to see this man anywhere near him but he welcomes it with open arms. There’s a pleasant smile on his face, though his eyes hold much darker intentions. This is the man he can control so effortlessly. It was almost sʜᴀᴍᴇғᴜʟ how little power he held. And he comes here willingly? Erik wonders why.                        “Would you like a drink? I wasn’t expecting company.”

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                     armeultime && the accidental addition.

      ‘ are you pregnant? ‘ the question honestly brought a smile to her        lips. well it certainly spared her the figuring out how to break it to        him. but just for fun --.   

                              “ if you didn’t like the outfit you could                                            have just said so Logan ---. “

       biting back the faint laugh that was her natural reaction she stepped        towards him. her arms slipping around his waist. a hum as she cocked         her head slightly, fingers  curling in the back of his shirt.

                                  “ but to be honest? it’s that or                                           i’ve grown a second heart. “

       truth be told she wasn’t entirely sure how he’d take it, but there had        always been a risk. and maybe -- she couldn’t admit it -- but the con-        sequence was -- somewhat exciting. a family. she dared to dream of         a future with him. and for that -- she just hoped he wanted it too.

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Patching up a wound

    There was a peculiar pressure against her body, truth be told it felt vaguely like being crushed. Yet the warmth of whatever it was -- was undeniably pleasant. Her lashes fluttered as she struggled to lift her lids. Feeling whatever the weight was shift, she stilled, it wasn’t as if she suspected danger in truth, it was merely a matter of wanting to see exactly what would happen. 

     Without even realizing it, she’d known the heart beat, she’d known the steady even beat that never faltered. At least -- not often enough to be of any concern. Lips ghosted to a smile, the effort far exceeding the action itself. Finally eyes slowly opened, taking a moment to focus.

     “ You weigh a ton. And when was the last time you showered. “

     Her voice is barely above a whisper, her lips cracked and her mouth dry. She feels the cumbersome efforts of bandaging as she shifts slightly away from him. Probably best not to ask. After all he did look a little worse for wear. And there was a nearly empty bottle beside him. There was no move made to fully sit up, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out she’d lost more blood than she probably should have. But then again -- he hadn’t waited to see what she could do. 

    And just -- as she was about to exert the precious energy to expediate the healing process. He was lecturing, and somehow -- somehow listening to him lecture her on the principle of regeneration and how she didn’t possess them was far more interesting than actually working to heal herself. So instead she lay there, listening. Finally when he paused for breath.

       “ I’d give you a headache so you’d stop yelling, but I’m too tired. “       Then -- quiet, watching him she gave the faintest shrug with her uninjured shoulder. Irritating him had become a way of life, after all there was nothing else to do in this wilderness. At least this place was warm. A far cry compared to the tent of the prior week. 

                        “ Quick question. Do you have any coffee? I’m gonna need it. “ 

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Fight Me — have fun with this xD

Fight Me: I will write a drabble out my character fighting with/or against yours.

   As far as Regina was concerned, the fight would be easily ended. Yet the words of the Professor rang in her ear, they’re to stay alive. True she could slow them down, cause them serious injury, but those things were a good bit less intimidating than the very angry looking man she walked behind. The irony was, they thought she was the kind one - she didn’t have claws or fangs, she didn’t have armor or even anyway to turn them against each other. All she had was their hearts in her hands, but then again --- there was a reason he was keeping her behind him. 

    For all her mannered and cultured ways, Regina held a sort of quiet danger that it was most likely best left untouched. Yet her guard was kept up as she stayed just a step behind Logan, watchful and cautious. She may not be a soldier, but she is paranoid -- and that’s nearly as good in this sort of case. Falling silent for a moment she holds her breath, listening to a heart beat. Sniper. She knows the instant he pulls the trigger, he’s dead a second later, but the bullet’s already headed towards it’s target. 

    And with every ounce of strength she had -- and the added benefit of surprise, she was pushing him out of the way. In that instant it didn’t matter or even occur to her that he could regenerate. It was instinct. Even as the searing pain burned through her shoulder, she worked to block it out. There were better things to concentrate on, despite the spot of blood that grew with alarming speed over the fabric of her shirt she reached for each heart. Her thought alone enough to slow it’s pace, one dead was enough for today -- beside’s she’d have to explain it to the Professor. 

    The heart’s of the snipers were slowed, the others who had been prepared to storm in after to secure the Wolverine were too much --  for all her effort, her eyes began to blur, her thoughts focusing instead on the slowing sporadic beat of her own heart. All she really remembered was the fact he was yelling at her, or maybe just yelling -- blackness creeped into her gaze, the darkness swallowing her at last. 

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        He  shall  never   know I   love him:   and that,   not           because   he's  handsome,  but because he's  more           myself than I am. Whatever our souls  are made           out   of,   his    and    mine  are   the  same.

                                  --  Emily Bronte --