Re: Quicklog: Phoenix/Witch
[None of this was unexpected: not the flare of recognition in her eyes, not the sudden presence of the fiery bird that lived within Jean's mind. The smile that split Wanda's face at the demand to release her was not a pleasant one.]
She's always been mine. Do you really think you can separate me from her? Do you think you're strong enough? [For years, he'd been preparing her, prepping her to be a vessel that could exist upon an earthly plane, and the loss of so many finally pushed her to the point where he could take full control.
He would not let go so easily. Not when he was so close. Not when Wanda's presence was fading, dying, forced to the edges to make way for him.] Why do you think you're so afraid? [Snarled out with another flare of red around their fingertips and the next bolt passed through those flaming wings, caught fire, and launched into the hallway.]