Well, truth be told, I missed you a lot. I’ve missed everyone. I keep hearing that I need to work on my self-isolation or whatever but I guess I’m finally starting to think that’s true.
( A shrug as he began to lead them further on, opening the door for Bobby. ) —
“Scott and Jean, poster kids for the team. Bobby the lovable goofball. And then Hank, genius.
Then there’s me. Warren. What am I compared to them? Rich? Yeah, so what?”
Wouldn’t want to drop my dearly beloved over the ocean.
( Finally arriving, he’d slowly come down, releasing Bobby ever so gently before landing. Adjusting his own clothing and bringing an arm around the neck of the Iceman. )
Y’know, it’s been so long since we’ve hung out.
Antarctica and perfect? You’re out of your mind, Bob. Although I wouldn’t mind a trip down to Italy..
How about this? We get some food to hold us over then you and I go take a boys trip and get some authentic gelato. But I think we’ll take a plane over there. —
so where do you wanna get eloped? rome? italy? i heard antarctica is perfect this time of year.
﹙ luckily for bobby, ice can’t flush. what a doofus, honestly───but he’ll play into it. ﹚
This relationship is moving so fast, what’s next? My hand in marriage?
( happy tone mixed with joyful expression, this is the happiest Warren has been in a very long time, all thanks to his best friend. )
Warren's breath hitched as Logan's assault drove him backward, the force of it sending a tremor through his wings.
His jaw clenched, but whatever pain threatened to overwhelm him was quickly buried beneath a cold fury. A sharp push of his remaining wing hurled them apart. —
meant to force Logan onto the defensive. His wing snapped open at the final moment, scattering dirt beneath it as he hovered overhead lopsidedly.
“You want the monster?”
His eyes narrowed.
“Fine, you got it, dickhead..”
The Archangel dove once more, blood pouring from him, —