#xebelean

[xmarksthescott]

SHE’D GIVEN HIM A PLAN: she’d come here with namor but slip away and leave with him. he should have known it was too good to be true, but at the time he was just so happy things with her were finally working out that he didn’t think logically. by now, the dance was almost halfway over and he’d gone a whole hour seeing that guy paw at her in the middle of the dance floor. arms crossed, he leans up against the bleacher with a sour expression, unable to hide his disappointment and jealousy. 

when the song switches yet again, he decides just to go for it --the plan can be damned for all he cares. after all, the dance was basically over! pushing through the crowd he makes his way to her, reaching for her hand.  ❛ i know i said i’d wait for your signal but i’m tired of waiting. not just waiting tonight, literally, but waiting for us. i don’t wanna wait anymore and i don’t wanna waste any more time i just...want you. ❜ he takes a deep breath, knowing he probably fumbled his words at least a little bit while he was knee-deep in his nerves.  ❛ can i have this dance? ❜

he’s not sure what he expected, asking out the most volatile person’s date right in front of him. but he sure was surprised the minute he felt namor’s knuckles make contact with his face, the friction pulling him backwards. 

yeah. he’ll feel that in the morning  @xebelean​

[intraastral]

@xebelean​ | starter call

    ❛ you are mera, yes? ❜

    ❛ i am ice. it is nice to meet you. ❜

[xmarksthescott]

HE STILL CAN’T BELIEVE THEY DID IT. he’s sitting in his hospital bed with his wife at his side, admiring the last minute, fake rings they bought each other and how it sits on her finger. once he’s out of this bed and able to walk again, he silently promises himself to buy her a real ring, even if she never complained about the plastic ones. 

idly, he toys with her fingers, the fake metallic sheen of the ring making him smile. everyone would think they’re crazy, but to him, it makes the most sense in the world. if he’s crazy, he never wants to be sane. 

“mornin’ juliet.”

@xebelean​

[xmarksthescott]

@xebelean​ sent: would you still love me if we were both lobsters in the same tank at a fancy restaurant?

he rolls over, shutting his eyes again and replying quite deadpanned, ❛ i’d make sure i was the lobster that got picked to be some senator’s dinner before you. go to bed.. ❜

[xmarksthescott]

FEARLESS (TAYLOR’S VERSION) SENTENCE STARTERS PART ONE @xebelean​ sent: ‘  romeo  ,  take  me  somewhere  we  can  be  alone  .  ’

HE NEVER THOUGHT HE’D BE HERE, actually throwing rocks at her window like some cliche out of a tv movie. but her dad isn’t exactly his biggest fan --and he was told to ‘go home’ the last few times he tried to visit her so he opted for a more unconventional approach. as much as he hates breaking the rules, he hates being apart from her more. 

but all of a sudden, he sees her at the window and he stops tossing pebbles. and just as she always does, she leans against her balcony reciting a twist on a classic shakepeare line with a cute, playful air.

❛ come down here and we can. ❜  he says, trying to hold back his grin. ❛ that is, if you’re not too afraid of breaking curfew, juliet. ❜

[xmarksthescott]

@xebelean​ sent: your dad keeps showing up at our house and stroking his mustache while i'm trying to watch my shows.

❛ from the moment he found out i was alive, that man has not tried to involve himself in my life in any meaningful way --so he’s definitely up to something and you should say no. ❜

[xmarksthescott]

IT’S  ALL  ABOUT  THE  YEARNING @xebelean​: ❝  you’ve got me in the palm of your hands.  you could crush me and i would still thank you for touching me at all.  ❞

SOMETIMES HE WANTS TO RUN. that impulse to just get out now that’s motivated by fear of losing her or putting her in danger feels so foreign to him. when he’d crafted his life around being alone, it was easy to maintain it. the loneliness was a pain he was used to --it was one he could justify. but that was before her.

she’s in his bloodstream now, too essential to erase. cutting her out now would feel like removing a limb and quite frankly, he’s not sure he could. even when he wakes up in the middle of the night from nightmares of losing her, he doesn’t want to leave like his brain tells him to. 

so discreetly he sneaks out, hands pressed to the railing as he lets the cool night air hit his chest. and when he feels her hands wrap around him, he knows he doesn’t have to tell her what happened --same thing that happened for the last few nights. and she knows just what to say, relaxing him as he leans into her touch. 

❝  that’s what i’m afraid of...crushing you. leading to your undoing...putting you in the line of fire.  ❞ a beat. ❝  cause if these hands were ever good for anything, it was killing.  ❞

[xmarksthescott]

SUPERHERO ASK MEME / ACCEPTING @xebelean​ sent: [ ONE ] for sender’s overuse of their abilities to give them a nosebleed, causing receiver to show concern. + [ THREE ] for sender’s overuse of their abilities to make blood stream from their eyes, causing receiver to show concern.

HE DOESN’T GET THE CONCEPT OF LANTERN RINGS anymore than she gets the concept of cerebro. it was another reminder that as similar as they were, the backgrounds they came from couldn’t have been more different. 

he knows dark phoenix, an entity which needed to feel his love to feel human. and by reaching out to jean and emma’s hearts while they had it, he was able to bring them back from the brink of losing themselves completely. but the concept of red lanterns is completely different --all rage, no love. and he was told to avoid reaching out to that love lest it end her life and make her heart stop.

so he had no choice but to watch from the shadows out of sight, horrified and scared to death he’d lose another woman who’d made a home in his heart. and when she finally falls, blood streaming out from her face like that, he runs to her. she’s still red but the power is fading, which is why he assumes her friends even let him come out to see her at this point. cradling her against him, he tries for a weak smile for her benefit more than his. 

❛ hey...hi. ❜ his eyes feel misty behind their ruby barrier. ❛ do me a favor? let’s just stick to hanging out on my island for a while...no more space adventures that give you crazy red rings, alright? ❜ he teases, voice weak but relieved.