#optiblasts

[withgreat]

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crack! his foot lands across his face, one of those purifier goons he thinks, rolling backwards to land both of his feet on the concrete " sorry to cut in, cyke, thought you might want some help. these guys aren't usually my wheelhouse but hated and slandered? hey, i can emphasise there! " he slings a web and zips quickly over beside him, " is it cool if i call you cyke or is that an x-men thing? bobby never really mentioned it. "

[telenix]

HANDS TOUCH HIS, warmth in every gesture. they're old friends, old lovers. where jean grey's memories go, scott summers' ghost follows. it is a quiet morning, the first one they've had in many; a soft sunrise as she sits atop the roof. years ago, she held the hand of a boy she loved on this roof. years ago — things were simpler. the view melts away, the picture burns, the sun hidden by a cloud. her mind is her best friend, and her worst enemy. jean stares straight into his eyes, wanting an answer without words. wanting him to tell her it'll be okay. the pain throbs, the memories haunt. how can you be two people at once? how can you be a villain and a hero? how can you deserve any good?   ❝   the dreams came back.   ❞  

they've never stopped. i relive the memories too often to burden you. 𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗖𝗔𝗡 𝗜 𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗟 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗜𝗦 𝗔 𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥? 𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗗𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗔 𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥?

  ❝   i can't tell what's real and what's not.  ❞   her voice a whisper, a surrender. she holds the white flag, she falls before her demons. this is how it ends.   ❝   scott. i think its time i ended things. once and for all. ❞ | @optiblasts