Jean Grey (phoenixforced) wrote in somerealityrpg, @ 2020-04-01 19:23:00 |
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Jean sat at the table outside and sipped at her soda. The streets were busy but it was less crowded outside than in and she needed a bit of space. After having sent Erik a psychic ping of where she was and read through the comments on his post, she closed her eyes and just breathed in, trying to focus on herself, close her senses in to just her own. Narrow her mind the way she'd been taught by the Professor to quieten the noises. Shouting at people didn't work, it made her telekinesis act out and that was the last thing she needed right now even though she could feel it rippling underneath her skin, the whisper to just do.
She pushed it back, breathed in deeply through her nose, focusing her attention on seeking Erik out in the crowd. Her range had increased dramatically since she had become the host for the Phoenix. She was there, warm and present and Jean knew that she was coiled, waiting to be unleashed as soon as she could be. She was mindful of what Emma had said, how she needed to make sure that she was never complacent, and perhaps she had been a little. Spending time in the cosmos together, building planets instead of tearing them down had made Jean think perhaps there was something there, a symbiosis. But perhaps she was being foolish.
Either way, her thoughts were redirected when she sensed a familiar presence. It was a relief, feeling it so close to her even as she was visibly struggling, flinching with the overlapping sounds that babbled into her mind, spilling past the barriers she'd tried to erect around her mind. Her fingers tightened in a napkin, twisting it in her fist as she opened her eyes to see Erik approaching and getting to her feet to greet him.
Her fingers touched her temple briefly, just a bit of pressure before she pushed her hair back behind her ear and she looked at him, pleased to see him but also apprehensive. The last time they had seen each other had been tense, she'd ruined things for him on his island and he'd come to kill them, she was sure of it. He hadn't done, but she'd left without knowing where they stood and she respected him - and his pain - too much to just take the information from his mind, even though it would have been so... so easy to-
"Erik," she said, chewing the inside of her lower lip.