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Quentin Quire (omegaman) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-02-11 20:18:00

Entry tags:

quentin quire, stepford cuckoos

Who: Sophie Cuckoo and Quentin Quire
What: Meeting and Talking
When: The same night as this
Where: Quentin's Self Imposed Traveling Exile, in India this night.
Warning: To Be Seen...

Quentin just wanted to rest, and relax. Sophie would be here soon.

Oh wow... Sophie would really be here soon!

Sure, it was a different one than he had known, younger, without precognition, but... still, she was as beautiful, and as intelligent, and as wonderful as he remembered.

He just wanted to do the right thing, and be her friend, and well, let life decide if anything more happened. Tonight was talking, and communicating. And... he groaned and shut away his deeper emotions and his memories of his other Sophie behind an ironclad wall.

He would be fair to her. She deserved all he had to give, and she would get it.

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fiveinone
2008-02-12 05:03 am UTC (link)

Sophie was uncomfortable. She had snuck out while the rest of the Cuckoos were sleeping--something she had never done in her life. She wasn't even sure what she was doing. There was just something in the way Quentin talked. Theoretically, it could be a trick. But Quentin had never been charming, and she didn't think he would've been able to fool her. No, this Quentin was different. He was sincere, and there was something in the way he talked about her..

She wanted to hear more. She wanted to hear him in person, to hear the tones in his voice as he said her name. It was so curious; She had never had someone that was in love with her as an individual. She didn't understand it. The Cuckoos had overheard many teenage boys' fantasies that involved the five of them, but what was there to differentiate Sophie from Celeste, Esme, Mindee, or Phoebe?

A faint twinge of nervousness tugged at her mind, wondering if perhaps she'd gotten the hotel or the room number wrong. She felt gently for the mind inside, not even skimming surface thoughts, just confirming his identity. It also served as a knock.

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omegaman
2008-02-12 05:18 am UTC (link)

When he felt that touch, he pulled the door open, and bowed, his mouth suddenly dry.

"Sophie! You came... I..."

He blushed and stepped back, opening it wide.

"Come in, please."

The front area held two large comfortable chairs, facing one another across a table with tea and soda in hot and cold holders. Quentin smiled,. nervous, his eyes on her, full of unconscious care. She was so beautiful. She was even a little different from the Sophie he had known, and the ones he had met along the way, and she was brilliant! He pulled himself in as much as he could leaving only the polite area of his mind clear for her to see. He did not want to hurt her or make her uncomfortable.

"Sit down and be comfortable, please."

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fiveinone
2008-02-12 05:36 am UTC (link)

She was trying to stay out of his mind as much as she could. She was nervous, and a little shaky. The girls never felt completely comfortable when they were apart from each other.

The corners of her lips turned up in a little bit of a smile at how glad he was to see her. "Yes." Her voice was soft and hesitant.

She moved over to the chair, curling her legs underneath her as she sank into it. Her own mind was left open, unprotected. Her fears were all left vulnerable, and the history with the Quentin in her own world was easily accessible. Looking deep enough would even let him glimpse into the other girls' dreams.

She did not quite make eye contact just yet.

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omegaman
2008-02-12 06:15 am UTC (link)

He was powerful enough that even with his shields up, he felt that, heard that, and he flinched a little, then gently unfolded his own mind and let her feel him, see him, as he was, as he had been, as his world had been, and as he and his Sophie had been.

He let her see the joys and pains, sparing her none of it, but forcing her to see none of it as well. And he let her see him, all of him, his fear and his worries, his hopes, and his desires... which came down to wanting her to be happy, wanting to be happy with her, and hoping she would someday have a place for him in her life.

All of this happened in less than a moment, and then eh was pouring tea for her.

"I hope you like it. It is a local brand."

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fiveinone
2008-02-12 12:59 pm UTC (link)

She was hesitant at first when she felt his shields go down, but then she glanced up, seeing into him. It was overwhelming, in a way, seeing herself as a distinct entity from the Cuckoos.

She was grateful for the tea. She needed something to help calm her, and to give her something else to focus on. Normally she took her tea with two sugars, but she'd taken the cup before Quentin could finish putting the second cube in. She cupped the tea with both hands as she drank, warming her fingers.

"Thank you."

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	omegaman 2008-02-12 03:37 pm UTC (link)
	He watched her, smiling. "You're welcome. You are beautiful." He blurted it out, without willing himself to. But the sincerity of his words was plain in his mind, which was still open. She did look different, feel different, to him, from her sisters. And different from the other Sophies he had known, and beautiful in her own right. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

fiveinone
2008-02-12 06:58 pm UTC (link)

Sophie smiled softly, still seeming out of place. She knew the other Cuckoos would know all of this when they woke up.. She had never even given that a second thought, but now she was worried. They would see how genuinely Quentin felt for her, and would not be able to doubt his motives. But they would also see what happened to his Sophie, how the Cuckoos split, and they wouldn't like it.

"Quentin," she said, her voice gentle and quavering just a little. She didn't have a finished thought in her brain, yet. Her emotions were so conflicted. She was very flattered. It was amazing feeling that love he felt for her, but it was also terrifying.

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omegaman
2008-02-12 07:05 pm UTC (link)

He settled back, shielding the feelings some, not hiding them, but letting them be behind a kind of mental pane of glass so she would feel them less potently.

"I am sorry. You... I feel ..."

He flailed one hand a little nervousness and shyness and fear and joy all mixed and muted, but there for her to see.

"I wanted to do this the best I could, and I seem to be hashing it a little, but... iof there is anything I can tell you, anything I can do..."

He had grown up in a world where Emma, Jean, and Xavier all taught him how to use his powers, alongside others like the Cuckoos. He wanted to bounce and sing, but he let mental stillness fall over him.

"I trust you."

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fiveinone
2008-02-12 08:58 pm UTC (link)

"No, you haven't messed up, or done anything wrong. I'm glad I came. I'm just... confused." Her mind was still completely open. She wasn't directing or forcing them at him, but she wasn't blocking them in anyway.

"And this has been such a crazy night, already." Esme had gone to James a few hours earlier, and Sophie just had a bit of apprehension that that was probably not the best decision they could have made.

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	omegaman 2008-02-12 09:04 pm UTC (link)
	He blushed. "Thank you. Can I... anything I can say or do to help your confusion?" He smiled softly, then let his mind open again, touching the edges of hers with just a friendly warmth. When he sensed that last thought, he quirked an eyebrow. "What happened?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

fiveinone
2008-02-12 11:19 pm UTC (link)

"No, it's not you.. it's just... hard to understand these thoughts and feelings. Things are sort of.. Jumbled. We're not used to that."

She relaxed a little against that warmth his touch radiated. It was soothing.

"Well..." it was incredibly difficult for her to verbalize, as she was uncertain of where to draw the distinction between herself and Esme. She didn't want to make it sound as though Esme had acted individually, but she didn't want to tell Quentin that 'we' had made out with James. Instead, she showed him the images mentally: One of the Cuckoos in James Howlett's bedroom, making out with the boy and seducing him telepathically. She had no doubt that he would recognize the girl as Esme, or at least as 'not-Sophie'.

Also imprinted on the thoughts and images were the very complicated sets of relationships between the boy and the other members of the household.. his obsession with Emma Frost, his mother-figure.. his infatuation with Rose, his sister-figure and genetic daughter, and his past sexual relationship with Rachel. Sophie was not sure how these women would all react to the incident, but she doubted it would be pleasant.

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	omegaman 2008-02-12 11:21 pm UTC (link)
	"Oh dear..." He winced as he saw what happened and the relationships next to it. "Why... did Esme do it? " It was an easier question than asking why did you do it, with all that implied. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

fiveinone
2008-02-13 12:17 am UTC (link)

Sophie frowned a little. She wasn't really sure she liked that she could see the logic behind it. She pressed her lips together, opting to answer telepathically again.

The girls had to have a certain amount of respect for Mr. Logan as their teacher. They did not, however, understand Ms. Frost choosing him as lover. He was so.. hygienically challenged. They were curious as to the choice, and also somewhat bored with their new surroundings.. Playing with James seemed to be a way to sate the curiosity as well as the boredom.

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	omegaman 2008-02-13 12:56 am UTC (link)
	He nodded, slowly. His mind sent warmth and understanding to hers, not judging or calling her bad, or even calling her decision in question. It did peer at the genesis of James and 'nod' slowly. I'm sorry. Will there be trouble? Worry flavored his mental 'tone'. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	fiveinone 2008-02-13 01:52 am UTC (link)
	Sophie looked up at him, her mind brushing back against his gingerly. We don't know... She frowned, putting down her teacup. Possibly... Probably. She did not judge her sister's motives, or even question their actions, usually. They were five-in-one, They acted as one. But this particular case did seem to be extremely messy. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	omegaman 2008-02-13 02:02 am UTC (link)
	He nodded, slowly, a gentle smile on his face as he simply gave her a 'hug', very lightly, with his mind. Can I do anything to help? He stroked his chin and sighed. I worry... (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	fiveinone 2008-02-13 02:44 am UTC (link)
	Sophie rose to her feet, moving to closer to him and perching on the edge of the coffee table, facing him. We know.. We worry too.. That wasn't quite the right pronoun, but Sophie had to take things at her own pace. She looked down at her hands. We're not sure what you can do.. What you should do.. This is new for us. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

omegaman
2008-02-13 02:55 am UTC (link)

he gently reached out, hesitated, then touched her face, a feather light touch, before pulling his hand back.

I don't want to make you uncomfortable, or mess things up more. You know how I feel.

And it was there, held down a little so the flow of it would not wash over her, but plain to see. The richness of his care for her, that was steadily growing, his respect, and his attraction. And his willingness to do whatever it took to help her.

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fiveinone
2008-02-13 04:12 am UTC (link)

She leaned forward some, her cheek following his hand for a few inches as he pulled it back toward himself.

We know.

It felt like fate. She was meant to be here with Quentin. She didn't feel like fighting it.. She was tired of fighting it. She couldn't keep worrying. It was draining her, and it was too late. She'd been up all night, and she was too tired to keep stressing. Quentin really cared about her, and she felt different than she ever had. It was like a storybook.

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	omegaman 2008-02-13 04:31 am UTC (link)
	He smiled softly at her, stroking her face again, letting that care be plain in his mind, and not pressing anything else, just letting it be a warm, safe, place. Then, for now, nothing else is important. You find your way, your path, what feels right for you, and I will support you, even if it leads away from me. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	fiveinone 2008-02-13 04:45 am UTC (link)
	Sophie smiled, nodding a little. She moved forward from her spot on the coffee table, sitting on the edge of Quentin's chair. Thank you, Quentin. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

omegaman
2008-02-13 04:53 am UTC (link)

He shivered. Having her that close made his body's awareness of her a lot more potent, and his efforts to not bother her with that were rather failing now, as he looked up into her eyes.

She looked so beautiful.

And it was like a sun exploded in his mind as he looked at her. And the lust faded to insignifigance to the love and the respect he felt for her.

He gently pulled her close and stroked her back, feeling just warmth for her now as he let himself smile.

Thank you, for being you, Sophie.

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	fiveinone 2008-02-13 12:49 pm UTC (link)
	Sophie felt his lust rise for her for a moment, but did not shy away from him. She accepted it with a neutral awareness. She was flattered, but she wasn't ready yet, and she knew that Quentin would never push her to move faster. She smiled as she was enveloped in his warmth, leaning on him. She let her body relax against his chest, and her eyes closed. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	omegaman 2008-02-13 01:55 pm UTC (link)
	And he smiled softly, just holding her lightly, and flattered she would trust him, letting her rest against him. (Reply to this) (Parent)