@OfToothAndClaw
โ You were perfect last night. โ
She muttered, words let out as her lips pressed to his shoulder, arms snaking their way to wrap just beneath his arms and sit at his back.
โ I'm just tired . . and according to that little clock on the wall, it's almost noon. โ
random rant but from my reading, it's just so clear between jean and emma who was mostly self taught.
people like to get on jean for how she uses her telepathy sometimes but. . look who taught her, she didn't just come out with those habits. ๐ญ
hii!! i'm very much alive, don't worry but my wifi got cut recently and i'm not sure when i can get it back just yet so i'll be very spotty activity wise on my emma, shadowheart and selina <3
โโ There's a reason The Progenitor thought them to be alike. . Years spent being the host of flames, scorching everything, everyone in her path. For an entire star system, she was judge, jury and executioner.
A bucket of water cannot fix what she's set ablaze.
i will always say that sometimes she overdoes things and crosses boundaries sometimes but, i mean, it's very clear, especially in a lot of Krakoa runs that it's very clearly what she picked up from Charles .
@WillOfIronDoom
โ Did you sleep well? โ
She whispered, before her eyes fell closed once more. Much too comfortable being wrapped up in that warm embrace to care about a schedule, or where she'd had to be.
All the while, her fingers traced shapes to the back of his hand around her.
@BrimstoneClone
is this the beginning of jean brainrot ? realizing that basically the trauma of her best friend dying was used to keep her under everyone above her's thumb ? charles under the guise of taking away the negative effects to limit her powers โ
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@RUBYVlSOR
For once, she had woken up before him. The two had decided to go on vacation, you could blame it on the nerves.
She sat up, her in his shirt as she spoke into his mind, โ What're you dreaming about, Scott? โ
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@WillOfIronDoom
This was surprising enough for her. The reformed villain now wrapped around her, no armour on him, yet she was draped loosely on green garments.
And based on their closeness, she could assume what happened the night before.
" Good morning. . "
" And still, you're the one who didn't ( keep ) your shirt. "
Jean chuckled, tossing ginger locks over her shoulders and cards floating before her.
" And I'm at a disadvantage here . "
#FriskyFriday
#OpenRp
The soft scent of spiced bourbon and fine tobacco could be smelled. Putting a few more cards down looking towards ๐๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ซ. That thick Cajun accept dripping past his lips.
โItโs called strip poker for a reason petitรจ. Gambit playinโ fer keeps.โ
@PsiExpertBets
" It can't be. . impossible, I mean, there's so many things that random entities can do. I mean, I've died more times than anyone can really count. "
She answered as she reclined in her chair, " The Betsy I know wouldn't have given up on a team so easily. . "
" i was half expecting you to say no, if i'm being honest. . "
her eyes had been closed as she let herself float in the spaces between seats.
" sick as all hell. if you can't find it, it's fine. "
โah, ja โ itโs somewhere in hereโฆ one moment, fraulein (!)โ
gloved digits unhooked his harness and he pushed up from the seat โ clicking his tongue as he made his way into the back of the blackbird. there was a bag there somewhereโฆ
โhow are you feeling now?โ