Eva (zapster) wrote in marvel_mashup, @ 2016-12-17 07:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | @legacy, silvercloud: eva, silvercloud: jon, x-men: angel |
Legacy
CHARACTERS: Zap, Angel.
TOPIC: So...
DATE & TIME: Tuesday, November 29th, 2016 @ 6pm.
LOCATION: X-Mansion, Eva's office area.
RATING: E10+.
Over twenty-four hours... an entire day of fretting, stressing, pacing, self-blame, coffee, self-doubt, self-torture, coffee, hand-squeezing, more coffee, doctor chats, head pats from Will and now, more coffee. She and Warren were sitting in the lounge area between Zap and Forge's workshops in the subbasement, where weaponry and uniforming were done. Eva's hands were admittedly shaky from the caffeine she'd ingested over the past day, but she wasn't willing to quit until she'd paid for her mistakes and seen her daughter through her trials. However long that took. After all, she stayed awake for a month one time in her 20s. This (a week or two) would be a piece of cake. "At least Ren knows a pretty good tailor," she said after a few moments of quiet, before blowing over the top of her most recent java. Being Warren's personal tailor for fifteen years or more was a great practice run for the lifetime of wardrobing Zap would be doing for their fashionable young lady with wings. She was already taking a mental inventory of Spark's closet at the manor and trying to figure out what pieces could be altered before Ren was up on her feet again. She'd have to make adjustments to her training uniform as well, to allow for wind resistance and a slew of other things. Goggles. There would need to be goggles. Unless... Oh god. "Do you think her vision is going to change?" Warren's eyes were naturally protected when he flew. His bone density was lessened. The amount of pain and suffering and changes their daughter was going through probably couldn't be measured at the moment - not by any one person or machine. Eva set her coffee mug down on the table and closed her eyes with frustration and even more concern.
"I was selfish. I was so selfish." She shook her head and sighed. "If we'd have stayed home over the break, we could've had her checked out sooner. And if we weren't bickering and spying and screwing around on each other we might've noticed the signs sooner. She needed us and we were wrapped up in our own mess. A mess I made." Her tongue went into her cheek with annoyance. She bit her lips between her teeth for a moment before speaking again, a slightly new topic: "Kiernan told me he's not going to let Ronan out of bed until he takes his medicine and promises to keep taking it." That should've given Warren a little bit of comfort. "I saw him for a minute while you were with Ren. He still hasn't come out of it. But he isn't dead, so..." That was something she didn't have to add to her guilt pile. Not a murderer - check! "I hope you wrote Dawson another check before he went home this morning..." She took a long swill, finishing her freshly filled cup, and then let it go down slowly. Eva's mug hit the table and she outstretched her hand to Warren, fingers twitching but eyes serious. "Give me one of those cigarettes that 'you don't smoke anymore'."