#psylocke #wolverine #xmen puncture repair, just doodling. Psylocke has no healing factor after all? (at Los Amigos Dos)
Wouldn’t be surprised if I got there, to be honest, seeing as how I age.
“Okay, okay. I’ll upgrade y’to darlin’. Feel better? Want a diploma?” Logan split a grin across his face, hands dug deep into his pockets.
Jon Stewart, explaining to young people why books are awesome.
Jean’s marveling session of the statue before her was interrupted by the deepened voice she knew so well. The red head’s hair flipped a bit as she quickly turned her head to see Logan looking at her. “Logan…” She breathed out, a small smile tempting at the corner of her lips. “It’s nice to see you again.” The small smile that slightly pulled at the corner of her lips fully took over her facial features. It was nice to see Logan again, or anyone who she knew before she took off.
She remembered the last time she saw him she left without a word and at that time it felt like the best way to make a break especially with Logan. When Jean died before and came back she saw the toll it took on Scott and Logan, and there were some points in her life where she saw that sometimes Logan missed her more than Scott. It was a bit confusing to her at times, which also contributed to their awkward love triangle.
“I wouldn’t quite say beautiful…but, I guess it’s because I’m just looking at myself.” She laughed a bit, tucking some hair behind her ear.
Same Jeanie, same as she had been the day they’d met, and the last time he had seen her. The same scent, same eyes, even the way she said his name. All of it flooded his better judgement, though he kept himself from anything too drastic. There was enough space between them for him to remain sober to the situation. Why had she chosen to return to the school now? What had brought her back here? Logan crossed his arms, a smile cracking his features.
“Nice t’see you to. Assumin’ your business is friendly.” It was worth a mention, always cautious of returned loves. Even if it was one-sided, single faceted. There hadn’t been much spoken between Jean and the X-Men, not for a while. Whether she feared the retribution of returning, that they’d remove her name from the school, or call her a liar, Logan wasn’t sure. Logan spared a glance up at the statue, a poor rendition of Jean. It was beautiful, sure, but - sappy as it was - the statue didn’t speak of the Jean he knew. No life, no fire, no depth to it. A cast of a woman he’d once known.
“No one ever likes their own looks. Well…” He trailed off, thinking of a few people who would probably love a statue of themselves. “No one who isn’t Quentin.” Another smile, disarming and vague. He was here to assess her; to a lesser extent, he was here to make sure he hadn’t imagined the whole thing.
“Don’t look too happy t’see me.” Logan’s tone was clipped, a mix of amused and dismissing.
Megan. Keep y’damn pixie dust away from me, by the by. Don’t need t’be seein’ no unicorns or rainbows today.
Kid-Omegamun and I had an enlightening conversation and some how this came out of it
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