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[xmenreligion]

Archangel

[mutandandproud]

Astonishing X-Men #009 (2018)

[wcrthington-blog]

Betsy:

      “ well, I’m always going to ask.  I like hearing yes from you, “ she teased but it was true.  warren had been the gold standard for relationships for the longest time.  truly, that was always going to be the case.  no one else compared to him or made her heart sing the way he did.  but she was trying to keep from being too terribly sappy, that wasn’t her.  

      she shivered at the first blast of chilled air through the open doors, but it was an excuse to press closer against his side and under the crook of his wing.  for a moment she was confused before glancing up to the sky and it was impossible to miss the words written among the clouds.  “ suddenly a room full of flowers doesn’t seem so over the top, “ she chuckled, pressing a kiss to his bare shoulder.  I love you too.  “I think we might be the right kind of ridiculous for each other. “

       “Do you think that was ridiculous?” Warren asked, but he wasn’t really worried. The expression on her face and the kiss on his shoulder showed him how thankful she was and how much she appreciated the surprise. “I was afraid it could be over the top, but then I saw the flowers and felt a little better,” he laughed. “Maybe you’re right. We’re both the right kind of ridiculous.”

       He hoped that was all she had for him physically, though, because the rest of his plan was simply to spend the day at home, watching a movie, cooking together, making love, their usual routine on vacations. Warren wrapped one of his wings around Betsy’s body, pulling her closer to keep her warm. “Do you want to take a shower?”

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Betsy:

     she couldn’t help but smile as he woke up more and more, finally realizing there were flowers all around – flowers that were hopefully familiar to him.  for a moment, she worried it was too much or that he might not like it but the kiss was all the answer she needed.  her arms wound around his waist to keep him close as she leaned up and into the kiss.  there were far worse ways to wake up in the morning and at the moment, she was unable to think of any better way to wake up either.  I love you too.  Always.

     they had always been a relatively sappy couple when it came to sharing gifts or making grand gestures – or small gestures that were immensely thoughtful.  but she worried they were too out of practice, that too much had happened in the recent years that they would never be able to get back what they had.  then he kissed her like this and all the worry melted away.  finally she had to break the kiss simply to catch her breath.  “ warren worthington, will you be my valentine? “ she asked sweetly, reaching up to tease her fingers in the valley between his wings.  

       He looked at her with a relieved grin, that way he looked at Betsy every time he remembered why he fell in love with her. “You are the sweetest woman in the world,” Warren chuckled and pulled her closer for a brief peck over her lips. “Of course I will be. I believed we were, that we would be every year for the rest of our lives. Even while we were not together, it was impossible for me not to think of you on this day.” It was every other day of the year that he thought of her, and it was a real struggle while dating other women. Thankfully, that wasn’t a problem anymore. The problem now was to think how he would keep her forever.

       “But you are not alone there, you know?” His smile grew wider. Warren was ready to surprise her today, but he didn’t expect to be surprised before that or as soon as he woke up. “I have something prepared for you too. Would you like to come with me?” He offered a hand for her to hold as he got out of bed and led Betsy to the balcony. “Look up.” I love you, Betsy, it said in the sky with a smoke trail that a plane had left. He did not plan the exact time they would wake up, but he’d made sure the message would stay for a long time up there.

[hoperesideswithinthismess]

[wcrthington-blog]

onlyjean:

        The flight had been exhilarating, Jean thinks, as she touches down besides Warren. With one hand she begins to thread her fingers through her hair in hopes of fixing the rats nest that had formed. Gazing back over to her friend she smiles, eyes shining, chest feeling light. She grips his hand back. “ I would love that, Warren. Truly, I would. Now… let’s get some coffee and something delicious to have with it. ”

       Warren nods. He’s hungry and there’s nothing he’d like more right now than have lunch with one of his oldest friends if not the oldest. They sit at a table for two and he orders a big sandwich and a glass of wine. “So... there’s something I’ve been dying to ask,” Warren quietly says with a small grin on his face. “What did it feel like? Does it feel like a long time since you were here or like no time passed at all?”

[tjsketchblog]

Daily Sketch 01.25.2018 Angel

[wcrthington-blog]

onlyjean:

     She’s not surprised that he speaks to her so smoothly. He must still have that connection to Betsy. Silently she happy for that. She lazily spins through the air again, hair whipping with the wind. Jean looks back over to Warren with a small, sad smile. “ I’m trying to adjust. I know everything is different now. The enthusiasm for my return was minimal but expected. I just want to make my place in this world as someone who doesn’t destroy. ”

       When he lands on the ground, right in front of the café, Warren turns to face Jean. “You are free now, my friend. I know how it feels to be finally free of an entity stronger than you, to be stripped from your liberty and have your actions controlled to hurt those you love. Does it not feel amazing to live at last?” He takes her hand again as he hopes it makes her feel as comfortable as it does to him. “We will not destroy again, we will build together.”

[onlyjean]

I’LL MAKE MY OWN PAST, PRESENT, & FUTURE.

[wcrthington-blog]

onlyjean:

       The air feels pleasantly cool against her skin as they ascend to the sky. She missed this feeling of freedom that she was denied in the White Hot Room. “ I have the directions from one of the people who work there. We should be there in no time. ” She twirls around in the sky as she flies next to one of her best friends. Since the wind was too loud she spoke to him mentally, “ Warren – how do you like being back? ” 

       He knows how to communicate telepathically. They used to do this a lot when they didn’t want others to hear their childish jokes in inappropriate situations or when they wanted to gossip about their own teammates. Besides, Warren never stopped practicing with Betsy. She’s even probably in sync with him right now, listening to all of this and he doesn’t mind. I am glad to be back. I missed my friends, my home, my wings and body. And you?

[wcrthington-blog]

onlyjean:

        “ Then let’s go, hm? We’re close enough to fly on over. I say we take to the skies to make it happen.” She gives his hand a light squeeze before he lets it go. Suddenly she’s surrounded in a pink aura and floats before him, hair fanning out with the force of her telekinesis. ( It just felt nice to feel a sense of normalcy after all. ) “ And you can tell me more of this villain you have been dealing with. Maybe we can help each other sort them both out. ”

       Warren spreads his wings and joins her in the air. He always liked flying with Jean, whether she did it herself or him carrying her in his arms. “I’ll let you lead the way,” the angel jokes as he clearly doesn’t remember how to get there. It was always peaceful to fly with her unlike with many other X-men, they could talk and joke and laugh, and it would never stop feeling right.

[wcrthington-blog]

onlyjean:

            “ For that I am very, very grateful, Warren.” She squeezes his hand back. A warmth settles in her chest that gives her a small sense of relief. She understands that she has hurt a lot of people over the years. The Phoenix Force constantly made her hurt everyone despite her vast love. “ Hm… enough of this depressing talk. Would you like to go for a coffee? I heard one of our old haunts back in Westchester is still kicking. ”

       “Yes, I would love to,” Warren smiles back and lets go of her hand. “Oh, you mean that old café we used to visit when we were younger? Ahh, I loved it, I can even remember the smell perfectly.” The place would bring so many memories, it always did the few times they would go in the last years. “We can catch up there and you can tell me more about this political debate you’ve been working on. I would like to know how I can help.”

[wcrthington-blog]

onlyjean:

          “ And that’s okay. I do not blame you for not paying attention. ” She doesn’t blame him for that in the least bit. Jean is well aware that being reborn and playing catch up is always an ordeal - or in Warren’s case, fairly exciting. The woman continues to smile. “ I’m so happy that you found me. The other’s… the other’s, I appreciate, but they’re all so grim right now. You’re a total ray of a sunshine compared to their reactions to my untimely return. ”

       “I am aware of under what circumstance you came back to life, Jean. I would not be surprised if our friends’ reactions to witness such a scene was not the most... welcoming.” Warren reaches for her hand, holding it lightly in his own. “I guess I am lucky to see you now instead of that day. I am lucky to be able to welcome you with a smile and a hug.”

[wcrthington-blog]

onlyjean:

         She shakes her head a little in her amusement. Head canting to the side, she brushes her own hair into place. “ It’s… difficult to explain. I’m trying to be the voice of mutants. Political work, if you will, in hopes of trying to improve peoples perception on our race. ” 

       “Oh, I see.” Warren has not yet caught up with the news of the world since he returned from London. “I’ve been busy dealing with a very annoying villain, but I vaguely heard something about this. I didn’t care much, if I’m honest, I was too excited hearing you were back and it’s been the only thing in my mind ever since. But I am glad to see that you have been working so hard already... I trust that you will finally be the one to do it.”

[wcrthington-blog]

onlyjean:

        “ Ah, so have you been brought back as well. I know a lot has happened since my ah… last death.” She gently reaches up to tuck a hair back into place before letting go of him completely. “ I would love that. It would be very nice to find our place in this world again. I know I already found something but I am at a loss for how to go forward with anything else.” 

       Warren reaches for the same lock of hair to move it back to where it was, a playful smile on his lips. He’s missed her so much... and it somehow feels like they’re young again and they can talk like no time has passed for them. “What is that something you have found?” Is it the same he has found? His friends and people who love him?

[wcrthington-blog]

onlyjean:

               “ Look at you, ” she beams as she pulls back just so, green eyes grazing over him. He hadn’t aged a day. Good genetics, she assumed, but she knew it was probably much more. “ I’m so happy to see you too. How have you been? This world… this world is very different than the one I left before. ”

       “I’m also getting used to this new world. I’ve not been... gone as you were, but I haven’t been myself for the last years.” Now, Jean looks like she hasn’t aged a day and that is probably true, but Warren chooses not to comment on that. “Perhaps we could do adapt together.”

[wcrthington-blog]

onlyjean:

                “ You – oh Warren!, ” a sense of relief floods her at the sight of her friend. She rushes forward without thought and brings him into a hug. “ I am so glad to see a familiar face! ”

       Warren hugs her back tightly. It’s been so long... too long since the last time he could see and feel his old friend in his arms. “I am so happy to have you back. I thought I’d never see you again.”