#opt1clops

[esinisex]

" WELL we know where he got his HEIGHT from... "

[emmatriarchya]

@opt1clops asked: have you got any bright ideas? ( for morph ! ) meme

"What do you mean? All my ideas are bright." They chuckled, considering the fearless leader. How fearless? That was probably a well-tailored appearance. Morph knew all too well the urge to pretend everything was in control even when it was not.

"If I push the big red button, do you think this Friends of Humanity stronghold will self-destruct?"

[vitrumbra-a]

" SIX FRICKEN FIVE??? "

[belayadeath-goner]

SCOTT SUMMERS: it’s nothing. it’s just a bruise. @opt1clops

“ that's... that's not just a bruise, summers. ” even though his bedroom was barely lit, the only light peeping in was through the door from the hallway from whence bianca came, there was a dark shade covering his forehead. it was more than just a bruise, evident for anyone to see if they only looked. perhaps he's used to the people around here taking that as cue to leave him alone, to mull things over and sit in silence in the darkness. when he didn't answer her, bianca exhaled a sigh before stepping into the bedroom, leaving the door half ajar to give them some privacy but also inviting a bit of light to kiss their faces.

“ here, let me see. ” she spoke lowly, closing in on him sitting on the bed, and when scott didn't refuse nor move away, she moved to sit next to him. a hand gingerly grabbed him by the jaw, turning his head just lightly to make the bruise come into view — it was even larger than she'd first anticipated. however upon getting a better look at him, she noticed several cuts and bruises all over his face, and most noticeably a split upper lip. “ scott... ” her other arm wrapped just as tenderly around his shoulders before pulling his crouched-over body into her chest, resting her chin atop the auburn crown of his head. “ let me at least clean it for you. ”

[esinisex]

@opt1clops asked:

eavesdrop (you know i had to.....)

" oh the X-MEN, are they getting in the way, again? have they LOST their TACT? i can't have them getting in the way of this TEST, thank you..."

" ...SCOTT SUMMERS, hm? kill the rest of them, but don't kill HIM. too much valuable material, too much investment to see go to WASTE. let him kill you if needed, i can always bring you back. i'd rather have the ORIGINAL summers, than a carbon copy that lacks any of that POTENTIAL... "

EAVESDROP! ( accepting ! )

[esinisex]

@opt1clops replied:

guess what? ur opinion is invalid. bye

" just as stubborn as you were as a CHILD, scott. never knowing how to LISTEN. it's a wonderful thing that i don't NEED your permission. "

[belayadeath-goner]

SCOTT SUMMERS: i'm sorry.

he said, and those two words repeated in the back of her mind over and over again. but no matter how many times he said it, it simply bounced off with no visible reaction from her. instead, bianca remained still, hands braced on top of the parapet wall of the balcony overlooking the gardens. one thing she had registered was the weather changing, it was getting darker, a storm brewing on the horizon and that familiar smell of rain in the air.

SCOTT SUMMERS: tell me how to make it better.

a drop lands on her cheek, and bianca had to brace it in order to determine whether it was a tear or a droplet of rain. the single drop was wiped over her, before finally her gaze drifted and her head tilted back to settle upon the darkened skies above. it was about to pour, sooner or later. “ i don't know if you can. ” were the first words she spoke in a while, the one's she could muster at a time like this. she always found her tongue twisting and turning, stumbling over it whence feelings were involved. “ i don't know, @opt1clops ... i just wish you'd have told me. ” all the the things they'd shared together, moments of tenderness or intimacy, any fond memory she had of them were slowly being tainted by the idea of him and her. and the thought of herself only existing in his life as a mere replacement. “ or maybe i just feel like an idiot for not realizing it myself. ” i had to hear it from someone else... the look on their face as they'd realized bianca didn't know about scott and jean. everyone knew. except for her. “ or maybe i did know, and just didn't wanna believe it. i mean, i've seen the way you look at her. ” they'd been married; they'd shared a love deeper and stronger than anyone had ever seen before, one bianca certainly had never experienced herself. she'd always known — even if after meeting him she began to doubt it — it was never her lot in life. to love, to be loved.

        a set of drops fall to kiss her forehead, as the sound of the incoming rain began to ring up the gardens. “ i didn't come here to be your jean-rebound. ”

“ if i am, i pray you tell me now and stop making a fool out of me. ”

[belayadeath-goner]

SLOW-MORNINGS FT. SCOTT SUMMERS. @opt1clops