#blindedxthelight

[the-young-rosebud]

@blindedxthelight || continued from x

Studying the man before her, she calmed down at the sight of his peculiar eye wear. The professor had told her briefly about the mutants when he’d taken her in. “I-I’m sorry, Scott. Yes, I’m Rosetta, Rosetta Glennwood. I, uhm, I got lost and a little frightened.” She admitted, tucking hair behind her ear as sheepishness washed over her. “It’s nice to meet you.” A small smile graced her lips as she looked at him.

[bothsidesofaquestion-a]

@blindedxthelight - continues from here (x) 

“Me neither.” He didn´t hesitate to reply, not this time. 

Years ago he would have. He would have agreed but lied cause he´d knew he would hated himself deep down however, not anymore. It´s been a long journey to the point where he is now: completely self acceptance. “But we´re a couple of exceptions here. Most mutants wouldn´t think like you and I.” 

[monstruomuses]

🎱 - Favorite pastime?

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Roleplaying!

[themerrymutants]

@blindedxthelight

Jay had lost track of how long he’d been in the danger room, how many sequences he’d gone through, how many times he’d been hit, clipped, and nailed. He did know for sure this was at least the third time he’d been thrown against the wall by this sequence’s designated bad guy. His body was breaking but mutations were a defense mechanism: to get it to activate one had to go through something traumatic and then everything would be fine. His father would be proud and he could rub it in Scott’s smug face follow in his footsteps. Once he activated his x-gene everything would be fine. He just had to ignore the screaming of his muscles, the pain in his side that was almost certainly (at the very least) a bruised rib, and the tiredness. No pain, no gain and his aunt Sarah could patch him up easily enough. She’d said she’d patched up worse the last time and didn’t seem to tell his parents about it probably because she thought they already knew so he had an ally in her at least. He just needed to focus on the sequence. Eyes on your opponent always, watch and learn from them as you dodge to find and exploit their movement tells, find their rhythm and exploit it for all it was worth. First one in. Last one out.

He was starting to get the hang of this sequence but he was also starting to get sloppy. He couldn’t keep track of its movements anymore and the difficulty just kept ramping up. He didn’t want to but he had to-

“Sequence terminate,” he called as the simulation he’d been sparring with for god only knew how long charged at him. The room powered down and within seconds he was alone with his thoughts once more. Nothing. No thoughts other than his own, no rapid healing (wouldn’t that have been nice?), nothing. Just the same baseline he’d been when he’d come in, though now he was a lot more battered and bruised. 

There’ll always be tomorrow, he thought to himself as he cleaned up the evidence of him having ever been here in the first place. It was honestly a miracle enough the telepaths in his life hadn’t found out just from him thinking too loudly he really didn’t need to push his luck. Thankfully nobody else would be training - click - “Oh come the fuck on.”

Busted.

[earthtrembled]

❛ what they don’t understand, they fear. and what they fear… ❜

dark phoenix starters::accepting

@blindedxthelight

He doesnt really know what to say, clutching his cup of hot cocoa closer he looks back up at Scott from his place at the breakfast bar. Really, things had been a dramatic improvement from his ‘quarters’ at the RIGHT’s base of operations in California. Hes thankful he was rescued by the xmen before the RIGHT’s plan had succeeded. They’d arrived just in time to pull him out of the machine that was amplifying his mutant abilities and destroying San Fransisco.  Jean Grey had to stop his heart for a moment to get the powerful vibrations to stop. It had been an increasingly traumatic year for the young teenager.

 As a young omega level mutant he could’ve caused some serious fatalities; and he already had on accident in Guadalajara. He’d hoped by running away he could protect people. But he’d just fallen into the hands of the human terrorist organization The RIGHT.

 Rictor really wasn’t buying any of this. He was too raw and hurting. Too afraid. But this guy, seemed like the guy that would give him answers. Honest answers that he could depend on.

“ They kill.” He finishes Scott’s sentence with utmost determination, eyes weary and sad as they return to stare into his mug once more.  Everything about this place seemed way too good to be true. Everything about these X-men seemed like a trap. Maybe they were secretly super villains out to wipe out humanity just as the RIGHT said.

 “The RIGHT said mutants are evil and that they.....That we can only do damage. That we are weapons and we are dangerous. So what makes you so different from them? Isn’t this place like- like some sort of base?You have an airplane.” His voice pitches as the counter begins to vibrate as the young mutant unintentionally releases vibrational waves. “Do you want me to destroy things for you like they did?”

[phoenixrisesx]

[Suddenly feels around the bed to search for the other’s hand / body when they’re sleeping]

The cottage supplied to them by the Professor had more than one bedroom. There were three in fact, something they never really brought too much attention to in the beginning. It was always a taboo topic, even when they didn’t want it to be. Having children was supposed to be something exciting, something they looked forward to, and instead they just tried their best not to mention it out of fear of what would happen if they ever did.

Then it did, happen. And those rooms quickly filled with furniture meant for people much smaller than them (well, than Scott) and the curtains were parted and windows were opened. Light and air flooded the them, and they became part of the house again, making it whole.

Though the fear lingered, it was reserved for days when it was warranted or for nights when they let themselves voice them to each other long after the children were snoring. Sometimes it bled, leaked out into little moments like when the kids were a few minutes late returning from school or when they were in public and they drifted out of sight. And then there were times like these, when the unconscious couldn’t stifle the fear very well. 

Jean watches Scott’s hand searching beside him, his brows suddenly drawn tight. She smiles, sleepy and slow, reaching out to take it in hers. Gently, she leads it to their daughter’s hair between them. Her dirty brown locks are tangled from her tossing and turning, which Jean thinks might have something to do with Scott’s worry. “She was having a nightmare, I think,” she whispers over her to her husband, smoothing the back of his hand before letting go. “She’s okay now.”

[helacksrestraint-blog]

“doesn’t anyone ever enjoy a nightcap around here?”  he shrugged, shameless with a drink in one hand, a smoke in the other. after hours on the terrace. to logan, it was no harm, no foul.

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Karaoke

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He wrapped his tail around Scott´s wrist and dragged him to the stage. After dropping the microphone a couple of times he handed it to the taller man and gave him the song catalog. 

“Pick one.” He said with a big fat smile that showed his current state of intoxication but he wasn´t enough drunk to not know what he was doing, he was challenged -by himself though Logan also helped- to make Scott sing a duet with him. 

Cause that was ought to be fun, right? Well, since Scott was stereotyped as the serious stuck up one, it should be. Kurt was mostly curious of his reaction than anything else, he wasn´t sure if he should label Scott, that wouldn´t be right. 

But watching someone out from their element is always amusing. He fidgeted cause he was taking his sweet time to pick one and the DJ was watching impatiently. “Just pick one, Scotty.” He insisted, still grinning big time. “Or the DJ is going to throw us a speaker on our heads.” 

Surprisingly Scott chose the most ridiculous song he could find and when Kurt recognized the tune he laughed the hardest he could. If the man was willing to be this silly then of course he would gladly join! And so he did and it was dorky and gloriously comical, Kurt had to stop singing a couple of times because he just couldn´t hold the laughter. 

And sure Scott Summers didn´t have to prove anything to anyone but he surely proved tonight he had a sense of humor anyway.