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❝ of course it’s me, jean. it’s - ❞ he stops, brows furrowed. ❝ what happened while i was gone? are you okay? ❞

              AND SHE’S RUSHED FORTH TO WRAP HER arms around his middle, face pressed into his chest, inhaling his scent. Jean pulled back to look at him with obvious confusion. “Do you not remember, Scott?”

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❝ jean… i don’t understand. ❞ concern washes over scott’s face as he looks to jean. ❝ you haven’t done anything. have you? ❞

              LIPS PART TO ANSWER HIM, EYES WIDE and steadily filling with tears. She managed nothing before Jean’s pushed herself towards him, face buried into the crook of his neck. “I didn’t mean it...” began she, through sobs. “I can’t control it...”

[emmafrrost]

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        she’s been scouting out the goddamn bar since she got here; all these poofy scarlett o’ hara dresses make her want to WEEP - this is definitely the new money crowd she was taught to look down at.  errantly chugging down a glass of whiskey disguised as a glass of wine, emma’s eyes fall on the boy next to her. he looks distinctly out of place, and she doesn’t blame him. who the hell has gone with the wind weddings ??? WHO ???   ❝  theme wedding, my perfectly sculpted ass.  ❞   emma says in his direction. he is cute, if not magnetizing, but she’ll let it pass for the sake of his CRAVAT blinding her.  ❝   what was the theme again ??? HUMILIATION  ??? ❞

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Warren never expected Scott to agree so readily with his angry outburst. Even though it was difficult between them now and had been for a long time, he still had never expected for the bespectacled man to do anything less than argue with him over the merits of what they’d done in the past.

“I don’t think he can go that. He didn’t know what he was doing by bringing them here and knowing him, he didn’t even care what he was doing. I bet that he can’t take them back.” It was much easier to refer to their younger selves as ‘them’. They’d been through so much since they were their younger versions. The younger Warren didn’t even know what it was like to be grateful for the wings he had, prepared to give them up so easily. If he had been pulled out of his own mind and made into Archangel he never would have been so willing to do what he did.

“I was excited when I heard that there was a younger version of me but now he’s nothing like me. He’s what I used to be in the worst possible way. Before I turned into Archangel. You must feel the same way.” He wasn’t going to say it, but having the youthful Warren around did make him feel like he should have died before.

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“I suppose,” she sighs, her lips absently falling into a pucker that mimics Scot’s. “We could always use more allies, and if Logan can find redemption it seems possible for almost anyone and yet...” No matter how much Ororo wanted to believe in Charles this temporary alliance with, the very people trying to undermine their hard work muddy the waters and made it difficult to focus on the mission. “I cannot shake the feeling trusting the Brotherhood on a stakeout of a government facility will prove to be a grievous mistake.” 

[itakeaftermymother]

@PLYPHMUS: 

          Faster, faster, faster.

          She can no longer feel her nose, and she has long since stopped being able to see the white cloud of her breath. She’d forgotten just how cold it could get, flying so far above the ground that all she can see is the colours – grey for buildings, dark green for the forests, and now the pure, blinding white snow covering the landscape below – blurring by.  She’d accidentally steered through a cloud way back in North Dakota, and now icicles cling to the faux fur rimming the hood of her jacket. Rachel could have taken the jet, but that would have required an explanation, and she doubts some of the X-Men would have been sympathetic to her mission. Besides, they’ll need transportation if things go sideways.

          At least she’s almost there. There, being the telepathic black spot in Alberta that Emma has undoubtedly created to keep the facility undetectable – which has also made it impenetrable to any incoming telepathic communication, so she can’t even warn Scott of what’s coming for them. She’s been broadcasting the message on a frequency specifically targeting Emma and the Cuckoos since she crossed the border, but she can’t be certain she’s been heard.

          She angles down, telekinetic shields protecting her from the worst of the icy winds, eyes scanning for the base itself. A glint of metal protruding from the side of the mountain gives it away. She swoops down, boots hitting the ground hard enough to throw up snow. Rachel trudges through the last few feet of it, managing not to slip, and reluctantly pries a hand from her pocket to pound on the heavy steel door, “Dad, open up!”

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     he has to poke and prod and puncture, for a little more INSIGHT on this one. M̨̨͘͢͠Ǫ̴̀͞͏R̴͝I̵̧͢͠D̶̷̡̢U̵͏͜Ǹ̡͞'̴̨́́S̨̢͝͡ CASKET is also a database, a tedious little goldmine of minors and minority. down to GROSS detail, he has found for some. last they met, so it seemed, there were problems, and THREATS. ❛ is this your one-man attack plan on the new avengers? ❜ they’re both cloudy mirrors of themselves, the x-men and their counterparts. everyone loses. ❛ probably not the BEST idea. ❜

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[ SUMMERS | @plyphmus ]     

    emma flicked her coiffed ponytail to the side, eyes narrowing. 

             ❝                 wait for me while i put my books in; i’d tell you to meet me in the cafeteria but i’m afraid you’d get stuffed in a locker somewhere &&.  then i’ll have to partner up with LOGAN, god forbid. ❞