(Source: gayhunters)
(Source: gayhunters)
I saw something I think Kitty would really like. I have to keep it secret for now, though, since I want to give it to her when she’s solid, again.
Who’s good boyfriend?
I’m good boyfriend.
(Source: electricpussycat)
Every time.
Every. Time.
(Source: lolazo-net)
(Source: old-hippie50)
Kitty visibly flinched and shrunk away from the mention of Forge, Mystique’s beau..or ex-beau. He left as mysteriously as he came. Probably the only reason why she succumbed to staying within the institute’s walls and currently the reason why she was so…high-strung. Another thing she was sure Lance knew nothing about. Was that something that he needed to know? It seemed more like idle gossip to her..but she wasn’t sure what was need-to-know info was and wasn’t anymore because Mystique even being around in the first place didn’t seem to be dire news to deliver at first glance but it was obvious that to the boy, it was. Honestly, she felt bad for the current disciplinary dean, the one person in the world that could stomach her enough to even love her just up and left back to the time stream he came from so suddenly. It must have been lonely. She couldn’t even think of how devastating it would be if Lance just suddenly up and left her to go off and do who knows what.
She was snapped out of her off-trailing thoughts once Dr. McCoy made a comment about their horomone driven bodies and she gave him an accusatory look before crossing her arms over her chest. She didn’t appreciate the embarassing commentary in the least bit. She was so not ruled by her horomones! Another huff caused her lips to protrude into a scowling structure until Lance’s statement interupted that action and caused visible signs of laughter to be shown. Moody princess? Oh he knew nothing of the sort, just wait until she was out of her pod. Then he’ll know all about her princess behavior.
Kitty thought for a second, tapping an index finger to her chin to show that she wasn’t ignoring his question. She just needed to find a good way to describe it and when she realized there wasn’t a perfect way she decided to ramble off in signs again.
«I feel like an alien in a pod. Or a clone in a sci-fi movie or oh!—» A show of surprise as if she was just struck with the sudden knowledge «A fish in an aquarium. I feel like decoration to Dr. McCoy’s lab. Like..I’m not real or something. Furniture.» She wasn’t sure if that answered his question or not but that was her answer and she was sticking to it. It’s not like she had any physical aches or even hunger pains she just was.
Lance wasn’t sure who Forge really was, he’d only met him once, but he didn’t like the impression he’d left. Seeing Kitty flinch made him wonder what kind of legacy the mutant from the past had left behind. He wouldn’t bother to ask right now. That didn’t need to get any of his attention. She deserved all of it, right now. Her and her perfect little nose, her bright eyes, her beautiful smile. God, for some reason, now that he could just look at her, she became that much more worth his adoration.
He watched her sign, glancing to McCoy for a translation, which he soon got. “She feels like and alien in a pod. A clone in a sci-fi movie… A fish in an aquarium. Oh, I see. She feels like a decoration, I believe. Due to her lack of actual sensory reception, she feels more inanimate than usual, which I imagine is a curious sensation. She says she feels like she’s not real, but trust me, Kitty, this won’t be for long. A day or two more, tops.”
The description, along with Hank’s own interpretation and reasoning, made Lance perk a brow and simply stare for a while. That hadto be weird. As someone who often entirely relied on his sense of touch, he couldn’t imagine what it’d be like to not feel anything. Then again, he wondered if it simply left her completely exposed to her emotions, seeing as she had little else to actually feel. He drew his lips in sympathy. “Sounds… weird. Kinda creepy. I dunno how you could stand it.”
“Lance,” Hank began, “You probably shouldn’t be standing for so long. Let me get you a chair.”
“Oh.” Lance looked down at his legs with just a hint of frustration. They had to be weak, still, didn’t they? He had to be weak, still. But another thought popped into his mind, “Sure, but… Do you want me sticking around Kitty? I mean, if you need space, I’m okay with that.” He figured it was really up to her. Unwanted company was horrible. Even worse when you could do nothing about it.
(Source: geokinetic)
(Source: thelifeandtimesofj-heyer)
Oh my God do you guys even know what it’s like to be able to scratch your feet with ease after a month and a half of being in a wheelchair?
BLISS.
