Scott turned as if he'd heard her voice and he gave one sad smile to her, and her black world became light. Scott would take care of her, and he'd forgive her even if she never forgave herself. Scott would pick up the pieces of her life and cherish them, and he'd put them back together with love and gentleness. Scott would always be there, and he loved her. Scott's only way of showing this was to brighten her world with that smile…and suddenly it was enough.
Logan had heard her due to his enhanced hearing, but Logan as always decided to ignore it and take pleasure that she was here and not with Scott. Logan had wanted her since the day he saw her as well, but the only difference was that Logan did have her. Logan would gladly die for her, and that made their relationship easier. He knew one day he'd have to leave…the outdoors, nature, and the wild would call him to them, and who was he not to answer their calls? He just wanted to live in the moment for now, and not in the future, never the future.
Ororo silently watched all this take place, her stoic features never faltering. She was the weather Goddess, she'd always silently watch. Ororo would give advice, but would stand back while the others made fools of them selves. She'd be the onlooker…part of the crowd, but not the performer. Yes, one day she'd be a performer, but not in this show. During this she'd just watch and contemplate the possibilities of each out come, and what she'd do if in that situation. Ororo was very much alive, and very observant. She had to be…she was a Goddess after all. "Fools are sent to provide us with entertainment." - Gresset in Le Méchant
Xavier watched as his son left the room, and Xavier's brow furrowed as he wondered how his son got in this situation in the first place. His son, Scott Summers, was living his life as though it had never been better when inside was a rage of emotion like a typhoon. Xavier knew the façade would come apart if it took much more of a beating, the emotions like waves on a poor defenseless rock, pretty soon it would crumble. What would be left if it cracked? That question was one that Xavier found himself thinking and yet fearing. Unusual for him to have to put this much thought into one question, but he feared the many outcomes of the question. What would happen?
Logan had heard her due to his enhanced hearing, but Logan as always decided to ignore it and take pleasure that she was here and not with Scott. Logan had wanted her since the day he saw her as well, but the only difference was that Logan did have her. Logan would gladly die for her, and that made their relationship easier. He knew one day he'd have to leave…the outdoors, nature, and the wild would call him to them, and who was he not to answer their calls? He just wanted to live in the moment for now, and not in the future, never the future.
Ororo silently watched all this take place, her stoic features never faltering. She was the weather Goddess, she'd always silently watch. Ororo would give advice, but would stand back while the others made fools of them selves. She'd be the onlooker…part of the crowd, but not the performer. Yes, one day she'd be a performer, but not in this show. During this she'd just watch and contemplate the possibilities of each out come, and what she'd do if in that situation. Ororo was very much alive, and very observant. She had to be…she was a Goddess after all. "Fools are sent to provide us with entertainment." - Gresset in Le Méchant
Xavier watched as his son left the room, and Xavier's brow furrowed as he wondered how his son got in this situation in the first place. His son, Scott Summers, was living his life as though it had never been better when inside was a rage of emotion like a typhoon. Xavier knew the façade would come apart if it took much more of a beating, the emotions like waves on a poor defenseless rock, pretty soon it would crumble. What would be left if it cracked? That question was one that Xavier found himself thinking and yet fearing. Unusual for him to have to put this much thought into one question, but he feared the many outcomes of the question. What would happen?