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wizardstrange​:

“You were one of the lucky few mutants who got righted the barbaric way. I don’t see why you’d be upset about the spell.”

“I have more than just myself to think about. The mutants who were affected deserve to be fought for, don’t they? Just as you try to find a solution for your people, we do the same.”

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whtequeen​:

“I suppose I’m supposed to take it easy on you because you’ve been a prisoner?” Emma sneers. “Don’t worry, you don’t need to sic your guard dog of a wife on me. I just need to speak with you.”

“It’s always a pleasure to speak with you, Emma.” Her tone was tense. “Speak your mind. I know you won’t leave until you do.”

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nexusbeings​:

“The gift of foresight that you possess is not one that I would want to wield.” Wanda’s being honest there. “It’s a terrible burden.”

“It’s all about how we view our powers, isn’t it? I figured you would understand that more than most. I try not to see it as a burden if I can help it.”

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drkholmes​:

“You know I would never imply otherwise, darling.” Raven’s voice takes on the softness reserved for her wife. “I just need to know. Did you know they were going to abduct you?”

Irene paused. “Things need to go a certain way. Not even I can escape what’s waiting for me.” That was as much of an answer as she was willing to give right now.

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drkholmes​:

What we have is immortal.

A century has passed since those words had first passed through Raven’s lips. She’s a woman who is as close as one can be to immortality without actually attaining the status. Her powers decelerate her aging. She’s not sure what her time limit is, but it’s certainly expanded far past others. Raven had sat with her beauty intact while the love of her life grew older every day. Irene was beautiful still, no matter how old she had become. Raven would have taken anyone to the gallows who implied otherwise. Even when soft lines cut through the folds of her face, Irene had been resplendent in the eyes of the mutant who had taken her as a wife.

What we have is immortal, and yet, Irene was not.

Gone. Irene was gone. She had known she was going to die and hadn’t told Raven when. She had advised her wife that one day, when the time came, there would be a nation to burn to the ground if they refused to bring her back to life. Raven knows now that Krakoa is that nation. She knows now that Irene saw the Dawn of X before Moira Mactaggert ever whispered the idea into the ear of Charles Xavier. It had come to pass as Irene had feared: they refused to resurrect a precog because Moira feared her. Moira feared Irene due to the promises she and Raven had made in a lifetime come and gone. Moira Mactaggert — the woman with ten lives — was terrified of Raven’s wife. What she should have feared is the utter ferocity that would fill Raven in her pursuit to have Irene returned to her.

It hadn’t been easy. In the end, it had taken lies and deceit. Raven had played dirty because that was the only way to win. She had earned having Irene back in her arms. She vowed never to let her go… right up until the day S.H.I.E.L.D. took her. In all honesty, Raven’s unsure as to how Irene didn’t see it coming. Had she? Had she and chosen to go along with it to further some ends? Raven fears that may be the truth but has yet to ask. There will be time when her wife is well to get the full truth.

What we have is immortal. 

Yellow eyes stay trained on Irene as she rests. A recent council meeting has had Raven pulled away from their quarters, but she wasted no time after to return to her wife. She’ll sit akin to a sentry as long as she needs to until something changes. It’s hard to say if it’s been hours or minutes until that time comes. When Irene stirs, Raven moves to sit beside her.

“My love.” Raven knows that Irene’s silence is better than the shaking and sweating that had occurred last time she was resurrected. “What can I do for you?”

“Nothing.” The one word answer was not bitter or sad, but soft instead. Raven had already done so much for her. This part of the healing process wasn’t one she could share with anyone, not even her wife. “All I need is you by my side, and some time. At least I know I can always count on one of those things.”

She leaned into Raven’s touch and did her best to allow he body to relax. They didn’t have time to spare, not right now. But this moment was worth savoring.

“I’m sorry they did not let you stay when they killed me. I know it’s what you would have wanted.” She smiled sadly for a split second, and then placed one of her hands on top of Raven’s. “But I wouldn’t have wanted you to see that. I’d rather you only remember me as I am now.”

[dxstiny]

“There is effort involved in seeing possible futures. It requires concentration. If you assumed that it comes easily or freely, that’s your own fault.”

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@drkholmes​

Her time in the dark was short this round. The time that passed between dying and being brought back to life couldn’t necessarily be called ‘waiting’— but after gaining consciousness again, it certainly felt like waiting. It was empty and endless and Irene was learning that it had a tendency to hit some sort of reset button in her brain.

She had her powers. Unlike last time, everything seemed to be working just as it should be. But there was practice and discipline that was now lost. It took effort to sort through the multiple paths of time, otherwise it was a tangled mess. Certain things were always going to be hazy, but now it all twisted together. It came in flashes, out of order, hard to discern. She was not in the mood to relearn, to teach herself yet again, but she had no choice.

But she wasn’t alone. And for that, she was grateful. Raven had already proved, more than once, that there was practically nothing she wouldn’t do for her. Irene loved her determination, her ruthlessness. The two of them were a force to be reckoned with, but they were also people. They deserved to rest, to just.. be.

Irene had been resting, flat on her back in their bed with her eyes closed. The closest thing to describe what she was feeling was a migraine, but it was more than that. Instead of light and sound it was the images inside her mind that caused the pressure. Sleep was good, but she needed to be awake to start straightening out the timelines and putting pieces back where they belonged. It was frustrating.

Suddenly she sat up with a heavy sigh. Pale eyes blinked down at the floor as she swung her legs over the side of the bed and pressed her feet flat to the floor. It grounded her a bit. She stayed sitting, torn between wanting to pace and feeling frozen. Was she hungry? Thirsty? Tired? She couldn’t tell. Raven was in the room but Irene stayed silent.

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“You make it sound easy. Mutant resurrection is dependent on the ones still living— they are the ones that bring us back.”

“Sometimes you have to say no to death. Literally.”

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“It certainly is a bit of a mess. My advice would be to tread carefully, but I’m sure you could have come up with that on your own.”

An orange portal leading to the Sanctum dissipated behind Stephen as he turned around and faced the person in front of him. “This better be important. I don’t know if you’ve heard, but reality is still falling apart.” The bags that had plagued his eyes for the past few months were gone now, which was an improvement, but things were far from fine.

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“That’s more mercy than I would have shown her.”

“Hill’s been taken care of.” When Daisy realized how final that sounded, she raised her eyebrows and quickly backtracked. “She’s not dead, though. Just on a mandatory medical leave.”

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“I don’t stare. If you’re feeling self conscious, that’s on you.”

warren let out a slow, deep breath, feathers bristling as he folded his arms in annoyance, “you know, staring isn’t the complement you think it is.”

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“Please, I wouldn’t have gotten near you if I saw you cause me any harm.”

“You shouldn’t jump scare someone with explosive powers.”

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“Oh, Scott. If I’m laughing at you, it’s behind closed doors. Or at least I try to keep it that way.”

“It was one time.” He looks sullen, serious. “So you can laugh, one time, but then it’s time to drop it.” 

[dxstiny]

“Magic? No, that’s not my area of expertise. But Pleasant Hill was handled poorly. I don’t think you have to be a magic user to see that.”

“You have no idea how magic works, do you?”

[dxstiny]

“There are many things on my mind, constantly.” She let out a little scoff. “You were one of the lucky ones, getting out before things got even messier.”

“No, I’m not talkin’ about that.” The last word was so pronounced with his accent that he may as well have said it with a ‘d’. And by that, Marc meant Pleasant Hill. Thankfully he’d avoided the mandatory evaluations thus far, and it would stay that way. There was no way in hell he was sitting in front of a therapist. “Anything else on your mind? Literally anything else.”

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As Raven moved the blanket, Irene reached forward and gently pulled the it over her a bit more. She felt their hands brush together and instinctively reached for her wife’s, grasping it lightly before giving it a squeeze. “I have everything I need. I’ll be fine.”

The vulnerability she was feeling right now made her uncomfortable, but she could handle it on her own for a little while. Seeing Raven like this— doting, worrying, soft— it was different, but not unwelcome. Irene was willing to open up to it more after Mystique returned after the meeting later. But for now, focus was needed.

“I know this might sound a bit ridiculous coming from the woman who was just resurrected, but I’m more concerned with you right now.” Irene was tired. Overwhelmed was an understatement. But that could be dealt with by simple means— resting, eating, drinking. Everything else was much more complicated. “We have a lot to be angry about, but there is a time and a place for it. How are you feeling about the Meeting? About facing all of them?”

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They hadn’t announced her return to the world yet. It was these quiet moments shared between just the two of them that Raven was living for. Irene, her wife. Destiny, the one person in the world she would do anything for. They had taken her from Mystique but Charles and Erik – grandiose, pompous gods – couldn’t keep them apart. Not forever. Not even if Moira Mactaggart was involved.

“Do you need anything?”

It was with an uncharacteristically gentleness that Raven rearranged the blanket slightly to cover Destiny. She hadn’t seen her young in so long outside of her memories. What would have felt like a dream was tainted by the stink of Krakoa. It needed to burn. Of that, Raven knew. It was only a matter of time.

“I need to leave to the Council Meeting soon. Will you be okay without me?”

[dxstiny]

“Seeing possible futures is not as fun as people like to think it is. Until you experience it yourself.. it is difficult to truly explain.”