candles. ( +standwithpryde )
phoenix less. below i put all replies to this thread as a way to keep track of the arc after i’d deleted my posts.
Jean walked aimlessly down the bare hallway’s of Xavier’s, her cheeks were wet but her tears had stopped once she made her way into the safe haven that was this school. Very occasionally the students were allowed off the grounds to be with their families in an attempt of closure and she had thought she had been past that point. Months, maybe even a year—— Jean had been home for a few family events, Christmas and even popped in for Thanksgiving and they went as well as expected, not taking into consideration the empty conversations and stares her distant family members gave her. But today was her birthday. And they didn’t want her.
No card. No present. Not even a phone call. So, the headstrong teenager made the choice herself to turn up at her family home without hesitation. And t-they… they shunned her. Told her to go H O M E. Home? This was her home. Well, that’s what she thought. But apparently they didn’t. Coming to a halt, the redhead allowed herself one last sob, all her pain spilling over her cheeks and smearing her makeup as they came and went. Everyone had long been to bed, but one light still remained on in the mansion but Jean was too lost in her self-loathing world to notice the footsteps coming closer and closer.
”——————They don’t love me anymore.”
It wasn’t so hard for someone who had parents who didn’t yet know. Or, at least, so far as Kitty was aware they didn’t know. She hadn’t exactly told them, at least. If they had any inkling that she was a mutant, it was because of the odd circumstances surrounding the school. It was sort of hard to ignore the weirdness in a private school from Westchester’s sudden interest in a girl from Illinois. Much less Deerfield, Illinois. So, perhaps they had thought of it, but they had yet to react to her any differently when she came home other than to eye her suspiciously, as if they knew she wasn’t telling the truth.
Awoken in the middle of the night by the sudden need for something to drink, the brunette decided to pass up on water. A cool glass of milk might help lull her back to sleep, as something about being up now seemed to have her wide awake. With quiet footsteps, she had left her room and began to make her way down the hall when the soft sound of a pent up sob caught her attention, followed by pained words that laced through the air like fragile ribbons.
Attention redirected, Kitty made her way to the person she had heard. Eyes adjusting to the dimness of the building, she could make out the form of another student, female, but she wasn’t completely aware of who it was until she was closer. Jean.
