Let me do my job. (Sarah to Kira. Look, Sarah acting like a living meat shield for Kira bc they don't want kira to get hurt and kira protesting)
"Your job is not getting turned into hamburger on my, or anyone else, account." She huffed, grabbing at Sarah's hand to stop the mutant from running out and getting themselves shot and possibly captured.
"We will find another way around. I do not care if you heal fast...I do not want to see you get hurt."
' i can't believe you would do that without me. ' (lorna, i mean, they met XD what if darcy got coffee without her????)
"And I promise it will .... absolutely happen again. I can't function without it, did you want me to fail Wanda? Because no coffee is how I crash and burn and take this whole shop with me, I am JUST saying, Lor."
Ahh, fascinating. Probably not the most creative of names, admittedly, but its powers were rather intriguing. Medusa’s hair began to ebb skyward in her curiosity; a thin, lone lock of red hair slowly snaking forward toward the elegantly carved jewel in the girls’ hand. It was her favourite colour, she could not help but be compelled somewhat by its deep, almost pitch amethyst hue.
“My, what a thing you have there.” How useful that would have been against such powers as Doom. “Does it cause pain to those who it is used against?” she asked curiously, her lock of hair swirling around the gem, though of course did not touch, as it did not belong to her.
It is quite a rare sight indeed for the Queen of New Attilan to be caught in a sheer horrified stupor. Mouth agape, eyes wide & staring, struck speechless. But this child’s cavalier attitude toward her most serious & terrible ordeals left the otherwise poised Queen thus.
After a long moment, she managed to shut her mouth.
“Well, I am glad to see you as you are, with your, er — insides, in tact.” Ah, Wolverine. A small, hairy, aggressive mammal. & also, an ally. “You are descended from the Howletts?”
There is a niggling at the base of her head where her skull meets her spine. A sharp, stinging feeling between her brows. The familiar feeling of a telepathic attack, or at least, one that is near to prodding. So many mental manipulations she has succumbed to: Medusa knows the signs well.
Though the sensation does make her heart quicken, she forces the thickness forming in her throat away. This is a young person before her, someone most likely inexperienced rather than of ill intent.
Does the Queen feel the words the girl describes? No. No, not quite. She has no dark urges to quell, no monster inside to keep chained. Medusa has only her emotions to temper. That does not mean it is any less difficult…
“I would not use your exact words, no. But I have struggled with others inside me, inside my mind. Controlling my actions, my thoughts… It is not an easy drill to swallow.”
Flash had been enjoying a quiet night at home. Cozy, laying around on the couch, catching up on his favorite TV shows, a well deserved night off. He didn't even bat an eye when Sarah let themself into his apartment...why would he? They were close, he'd give them a key, and he enjoyed the time they spent together. They had been off doing X-Force things, some top secret mission that Flash tried not to think about too much. Marrow was tough, but he'd still worry...it was human nature.
"Hey." he greeted, noticing they were still dressed in their uniform, figuring they must've come straight here after their latest adventure. "I was just gonna start the newest episode of-"
A kiss silenced him, deep and rough and so very hungry. Sarah wasted little time climbing onto the couch, pressing their body against his. Flash moaned, flustered, tensing when he felt their hands wander down his body and slip down the front of his pants and boxers to grab ahold of their prize.
He'd seen this before. He had no idea what went down on Marrow's latest mission, but every time they came back from one they came back very pent up. Fingers curled around his stiffening cock, pumping steady back and forth, getting him good and hard.
"Don't rip my shirt this time, please..." he managed to pant out, closing his eyes and resting his face against the morlock's shoulder, pleasure jolting through him with each stroke of their hand. "I'm totally out of clean clothes until laundry day tomorrow."
“That was impressive. How’d you manage it?” (Kev to Johnny)
"Luck and pretending that I know what I'm doing." Johnny grinned, slapping Morph on the shoulder playfully, giving the shapeshifter a wink. "Don't let the others know though, huh? I got a reputation to maintain."