#telepathological

[prxfessorx]

As soon as he let her in, he couldn’t close the door to keep her from finding his secret. He’d meant to tell her, and should have many times when he had the chance. Of course, she would still be angry. Phoenix was the personification of that anger and frustration with him, was she not? Still, he needed to own up to the choices he made. Waiting for her to come to him would be out of the question.

Pulling up to her door, he hesitated on the other side of it for a moment. After this, he would need to face the consequences whatever they may be. It was archaic for him, but finally he raised his fist to knock on her door. “Jean? I’d like to talk.” @telepathological

[cycloptix]

After everything that happened, Scott just wanted to have time alone with Jean. The fact that it was Valentine’s day was even better because she’d probably expect it, but he was going to show her a night she would remember. After classes were out, he went straight to his room and cleaned up. A month ago, he nailed for reservations for a fancy restaurant in the city that was supposed to be really good. He also went all out and booked a hotel room just for the night. Before stopping off at Jean’s room, he went to the infirmary to meet Talia. Last week he asked her if she could help him with a bouquet of flowers, so he picked those up first. Now, standing outside of her room, he tugged on his bowtie a little before knocking on the door. Scott hoped she was ready, all he told @telepathological was to get dressed up in her fanciest dress.

[ggargoyle]

@telepathological

[elixirj-blog]

@telepathological

"Hey, you know.... you know what, man? I may have lost my Domino’s rewards card.” Josh said, squinting drunkenly at the redhead. “But I found myself.” He knocks back his fifth shot of vodka. 

[cycloptix]

@telepathological said: ❛ How can you sit there and say that? ❜ 

Scott’s blushing, his skin is bright red and he’s filled with embarrassment. Walking a line between anger and sadness, he doesn’t know how to answer her question. After Halloween, he couldn’t stand seeing Jean with anyone else. It was too much for him to even see her standing in the same room as Alex now, but it wasn’t fair to her to be mad about their friendship. After all, she knew him longer and Alex was a hero in more groups than just the X-Men.

Scott is actually glad he’s not a telepath. He is able to stay out of other people’s heads and not know how Jean really feels about his brother, or anyone for that matter. He knows he is being irrational, yet he’s still here accusing her of... what? Turning away, he mumbles his annoyance, “I just hate it, but I don’t hate him... sorry.”

[prxfessorx]

@telepathological said: ❛ Do you think that’s a little fucked up? ❜

When they arrived in his office, those were the first words out of her mouth and he definitely deserved her scorn. Charles only saw her when they were in the cafeteria, and the fact that he didn't realize people were staring until she got upset made him feel worse. There was no excuse, he's supposed to have the capacity and ability to know or at least hear all. They were definitely staring at the two as Charles tried to reach out.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to call attention to us. I just..." miss you. Before today, they hadn't seen each other in a couple of days. It felt more like weeks to him, everything seemed to be moving slowly ever since the second attempt on taking Jean from him. “What do you want me to say?” he’s at a loss, unsure of himself because he cannot read her mind.

[cptdeadphool]

@telepathological

❛ How do you cope when the one you love is with somebody else? ❜

Her question came out of nowhere, and his usual demeanor faded into the background as his mind burned through old memories of Anna with him, married to him, instead of with Remy or Logan. Looking over to her finally, he shrugged with a serious expression on his face. Did she have ulterior motives for this question? It was painfully obvious she and the dude with the sunglasses on at night belonged together.

“Everyone is different,” he said seriously, “my coping mechanisms are extremely unhealthy.” His eyebrows shot up and the darkness faded into the back of his mind, “But I’m almost ten thousand percent sure you only have to wait. Mine’s gone for good, but she’s happy at least.”