/ I sometimes think about who Scott would have been if it weren't for Mr. Sinister and the X-Men and he used to be so pure hearted that he could have been a hero like Spider-Man
And I think it's tragic that he calls him a soldier of war first and foremost
As if he hoped to imbue these words into their very soul.
“ Don't ever lose this spirit of yours. Or this sense of justice. You'll be a greater hero than even me and you'll change the world. ”
First and foremost ⎯⎯⎯ Scott Summers was a soldier. Ever since he was young, he was the general in a war of acceptance. That titled came packaged with a set of responsibilities. Responsibilities he could never abandon. Not even in death.
That was his truth. That's
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no longer bound and held back . he had broken those locks with his words .
`` i'm glad you're one of the good ones , mr scott . a good person with good intentions make a hero ``
For not leaving the world a better place than he had found it in. A hand of his then settles upon her head and a gentle ruffle follows.
“ Thanks. ”
A genuine expression gratitude accompanied a smile of contentment and admiration. Scott then presses an index to her chest.
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“ Yes, Remy. My telepath girlfriend speaks to me through my head. ”
Hands on his hips, as Scott relents a sigh.
“ I was hoping this was a hallucination she conjured up to mess with me but I guess it's real. And so will be the damage to our bank account. ”
A brow lifted,his grin turning curious. “𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘵 in your head again?”
Another sip of coffee.
“you sure got a lot t’say ’bout Emma,Summers. somethin’ gambit oughta know?”
The basis for any lasting relationship was trust and that's one thing he held for her in abundance. Fierce and unyielding ⎯ qualities he could not deny her, qualities he admired. Though that's a thought he could and thus did keep to himself.
However, it was only all too
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obvious, she was attempting to decipher the enigma that was Scott Summers.
“ It might involve you in a dress and candlelights but knowing you, that's not usually your scene. Is it? ”
Another sip from his cup and he found its bottom. So he places it to the side.
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Say what you want, you still chose to love me. So what does that say about your sensibilities?
❪ Putting the figurine to the side, both arms now wrap her waist followed by a kiss that's planted on her exposed shoulder. ❫
By the way, whatever the result is, no refunds.
( an thoroughly amused sigh slip through as he invades her personal space with the audacity that only scott summers could possibly muster. )
an apology? to the splintered piece of driftwood that has more charisma and significantly better fashion sense than you do?
Well, ruby-quartz tinted. And I see yellow not shades of rose, but you get the point.
❪ Scott returns, teasing ⎯ his feet find their way towards the sink. Quickly tending to the last of the mess before making his way to her, caffeine in hand.
Foregoing permission, he
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sip of her coffee, watching him over the rim of her cup. )
for someone who claims not to be poetic, you have a habit of saying things that make a woman want to keep you around.
( a beat. )
and i'm glad i'm coming too. i wouldn't miss it.
indulges a whim. Leveraging both hands against her shapely hips, he lifts her to a seat on the counter. Now she could look him in the eye, over the rim of her cup. ❫
Who cares? All that matters is that they keep you around.
❪ A sip. A spell of silent adoration. ❫
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