the blonde is going on about something, and jean should be listening. should be. but her mind was amiss; thinking about her time outside these exact four walls. how freeing that was, how she felt more like herself than she had in a long time. yet there emma was, doing her best to explain the situation with the x-men. with mutant kind. & eventually the redhead caught something about how she could lead better than xavier ever could. ( nodding in absent agreement. ) probably. definitely. palm to freckled cheek, gaze seemingly trained on ( @notoriya ) emma. but not quite concentrated on the woman; however, to the wall beyond her.
index ends up betwixt sharp ivories, gnawing on it. trying to quell the restlessness in fire forged marrow. ( she wanted to get up and leave, to walk, run, fly — her away. far, far, far away from the mansion. ) from the place that punished her for being a familiar force. phoenix donned, and fire wept. every bit of sinew reforged in the deity's universal grace. her / them = one in the same. two kindred spirits that had eventually absorbed into the other. harmony was what she would call it. no longer holding the key as a jailer, or being held within as a prisoner.
martyrdom was a selfless cycle. but this was her life, it always had been. even if it felt maddening. ( what can I do for you ? what can I do for mutantkind — ? ) to hold her worth reliantly on those that loved and needed her. she was too nice, too forgiving, too much. that was what they had always said, and even still jean grey tried to fit into their boxes. [ . . . and oft thought it would be better if she had just stayed dead. ] at least she used to.
" i hate this flavor with a passion and fucking hate the aftertaste. "
that'll do it. take her completely off-guard. plush petals parting to form an amused smirk. ❛❛ what ? ❜❜ then it comes, the ' were you even listening to me, jean grey ? ' shaking her head, clearly apologetic. this woman was able to garner attention from anyone with the flick of a wrist, and yet jean could day dream away. ❛❛ sorry, em. i have a lot on my mind. let me make it up to you... once we get out of this house. you prefer red wine to white, right ? ❜❜ a beat, clarity coaxed fiery hues holding those of diamond. ❛❛ we can get thai food after. suddenly i am very hungry. ❜❜ raising and looking down at said flavoured soda, ' lightning lime '. clearly something found in the communal free fridge. she shrugs, taking a sip without invitation.
❛❛ yeah, that's bad. toss it & let's get out of here. ❜❜