Cyclops was right and he wishes he wasn't (cyclopswasright) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-06-09 15:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, dani moonstar (mirage), emma frost (white queen), scott summers (cyclops) |
“No..I really can’t make sense of it. It’s like a plot from a bad comic book.”
Who: Starring Emma Frost, Scott Summers, and Dani Moonster
What: In ‘It came from his eyes’. Also dream discussions.
Where: Dani’s House
When: Friday afternoon
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13 for first aid
Scott was dreaming. Again, he watches Jean Grey die. How many more times does he have to grieve? How many times before his heart just isn’t in it any more. What cruel god would resurrect a woman only to kill her again, and again. She really was like the phoenix, rising constantly from the ashes, and his love for her remained buried bitter and angry.
He woke to the world, his vision red and his head pounding as though it were locked in a vice. Energy poured from his eyes, through the roof of the porch he’d been napping under. At the sound of exploding wood he shut his eyes.
Dani was just pulling into her driveway when a gigantic, bright reddish ... laser... beam? Appeared to be coming out of her roof. There was a sort of crashing noise that happened afterwards, which was about as alarming as the laser beam had been. While Dani's brain had just broken and was in reboot mode, her reflexes threw the car into park and got her keys, threw open her door and ran through the house.
She did a quick check of animals while she ran, and ignored the actual feelings of alarm and annoyance she could pick up from her animals. Was Scott even home? She couldn't remember if she'd seen his car, "SCOTT?"
Scott had his hand over his eyes, and was crouching next to the bench he'd rolled off of. The beam had blasted a hole in the porch roof and clipped the gutter on the top of the second story. He couldn't really tell any of that. There was a bright red glow escaping his fingers, “I’m here, stay back!”
There was a split second feeling Dani wasn't sure of the origin on, that told her that she ought to get used to having her house destroyed every so often. She pushed that aside as she ran outside, absolutely ignoring his cries to stay back, "Are you kidding me? The porch roof is a mess and you're covered in crap, you might be injured."
She headed over to him and started clearing some things out of the way, "Did you SEE those weird laser beams or am I going to have to check myself into a mental health center finally?"
He didn't glance in the direction of her voice, for fear of potentially killing her, "See them? They came from my eyes." The red glow was fading from around his hands, and the pressure in his head was starting to lessen. He didn't think it was safe yet.
And he wasn't sure what to do. Where does one get ruby quartz glasses?
They came from his wait what now?
"Putting aside the part where none of this makes any sense, are you okay? Do I need to call someone?" Like gods please do not say Emma, but you're probably going to say Emma, Dani thought to herself. If she was shooting laser beams out of her eyes and blowing up other people's houses, she'd probably want her significant other, too.
"Your hand is glowing. Like there's a light behind it."
"Your powers of observation are amazing," Scott replied, giving her a strained chuckle. "This was not something I was expecting."
Should they call Emma? He wasn't sure if Emma would want to know. But she was the only person on speed dial who had dreams where he blasted out eyebeams. There were some others, but this felt too personal.
"You probably don't want to hear who."
"Fuck," Dani muttered, and looked around for his phone. She sighed when she realised that it was probably in his pocket, and shoved her hand in there, "Don't mind me, I promise I'm not enjoying this. Any of it."
She pulled the phone out of his pocket and was happy that speed dial wasn't that hard to find. The phone delayed for a second after the button was pressed before it began dialing, and Dani took that moment to complain aloud, "Of all the guys I have to offer to move in with me, I have to pick the guy dating Her Highness McFancyPants."
As luck would have it, Emma had been at home and near her phone when Dani called. She noticed Scott's name on her caller ID and smiled, expecting perhaps another surprise or a proposition. Either would have been welcome. "Yes, darling?" she said in greeting.
"Sweetiekins," Dani snerked, and took on a fake haughty tone of voice, "I am ever so glad that you could pick up your phone."
Emma's voice dulled immediately. "Who the hell is this?" she asked with an angry frown on her face.
Scott was beginning to think he should have made the call instead.
Dani could hear the frown in Emma's voice, and absolutely nothing made her day more than that. It had been a pretty bad day so far, you know, with the porch now needing a contractor and Scott possibly still injured. And sprouting deadly eye lasers.
She resisted the urge to keep on snarking, "This is Dani Moonstar. I own the house Scott lives in. I'm calling for him because right now he's got his hands pressed over his very glowy eyeballs. Would you know anything about that?"
"His what?" Emma was on her feet the moment the words were out of Dani's mouth. "Is he alright?" She was running to her bedroom, on a search for the glasses she'd hid away.
“Some debris fell on him after the lasers made their way through my porch roof, but he seems mostly unscathed. You probably still want to come out here, though. He’s asking for you and is understandably stressed out.”
The glow had faded completely now, but he still didn't want to open his eyes, or uncover his face. Further property damage would be a bad thing, right? The pressure was gone, and with it the powers, but it was a risk he didn't need to take.
Instead of a red tinge to his closed eyes, it was black, "I think it's okay....but I can't see at all now."
In the time it'd taken Dani to explain, Emma had found the glasses, put on her shoes, grabbed a sweater, and hopped into her car. She was in crisis mode, calm and annoyed and poised. "I'll be there in a few minutes. If anyone comes asking what happened, make something up." Her car roared to life. "Say... there was a gas leak or something."
She didn't wait for Dani to respond, hanging up on the woman because she had nothing else to say.
Scott sat back against the bench. He removed his hand but kept his eyes closed - zapping his landlord was probably a bad thing, “I’m sorry about this.”
Dani stared at the phone for a second in anger, "Unbelievable."
She was pretty certain that generally speaking, the sort of person Emma was implied that she knew better than to just go hanging up on people like that. She tossed the phone into Scott's lap, and went back to checking him over for any injuries from the debris, "I'M sorry your girlfriend is a class 1 grade A certified BITCH. You look like you're okay though, aside from the death eyebeams. There's some cuts but nothing that needs stitches I think. You scared the crap out of me."
Emma drove just barely within the legal limits, trying to stay calm. She couldn't help the worry and the slight panic at the concept of Scott's powers coming back. In spite of the fact that Jean had demonstrated her telekinesis to Emma in person, this felt more real and certainly more dangerous. This probably had something to do with Jean's control and Scott's lack thereof.
Making it to the house in record time, Emma parked her car and rushed to the front door, where she knocked loudly and stood poised. She didn't look the part of worried girlfriend.
"I think I scared the crap out of everything around," Scott replied. He was glad he'd been outside. What could have happened if it had been inside? Or if he'd hit a structural support. As it was there was probably a hole in the porch roof, "I'll fix the damage myself."
He ignored anything about Emma being a bitch. Because there really was no way to defend her on that and she'd probably be happy about being called one. Because that was how Emma rolled.
He heard the knock, "I think that's her."
"Well it's either her, the neighbors, or the cops. I'd almost take my chances with the last two at this point," Dani snerked and got up, then dusted herself off a bit.
"YOU stay here." Dani wasn't sure she wanted him to move just yet, just in case. She'd gone back and forth in her head about calling an ambulance, even, but how do you explain to the EMTS that the reason all this happened is because of glowy eyes and... this was like science fiction or those movies or comics. This stuff just didn't HAPPEN in reality.
She headed to the door and opened it, then looked Emma up and down, "Can I help you?"
"Positively charming," Emma said with a wry, humorless smile on her face. Of course Scott had to live with an annoying human being. Things just seemed to work out that way. "Where is he?" she asked, cutting the nonsense.
In this scenario, Dani could appreciate cutting the nonsense, "In a chair on my back porch. I'm not sure he should be moved, though there's nothing to suggest a neck or spine injury."
She held the door open wide enough for Emma to get past her, certain that the woman would walk right over her if she had to. Remembering that Emma had been in this house before, she pointed her thumb in the direction of the porch, "I'm sure you know your way through here by now."
"Thank you," Emma said with indignation in her voice. She breezed by Dani and sprinted through the house, not really caring whether Dani was following or not. There was a door to the living room that led to the porch and Emma went through it to find Scott sitting in a chair, just as Dani had described, with his eyes squeezed shut. She stopped then and released a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding.
"You realize if you're trying to get my attention, you need'nt make such a scene," she said in greeting, her voice just a little thin.
Scott gave her a wry grin, "If I was trying to make a scene I would have done it in a mall somewhere. It's a rude way to wake up from a nap."
He sounded glad to hear her, for what it was worth. Even if he refused to open his eyes.
Zapping the … girlfriend? That was worse than the landlord.
The landlord would be so happy to know that she was below the girlfriend. No wait, the girlfriend let the landlord know that she was beneath her pretty regularly, anyway. So that wasn't really new information!
Dani let Emma do her 'rushing off to run to my love's arms' thing, not really bothering to run after her. She took a moment to glance outside actually, and see if any police were rolling up to have a word with her. Luckily, it seemed that no one had really been paying attention. It was possible that the cul de sac she lived in was so remote that no one could hear anyone else's business anyway.
She shut the door and headed out to the porch, keeping her distance from the two of them. "I probably shouldn't be calling the paramedics here, yeah?"
"Must have been a hell of a dream." Emma took a few steps forward and broke the distance between them. She brought her hand to his face and then to a bare arm. He didn't look badly injured. "Are you alright? Did you hit your head?" She really hoped not, because she wasn't sure how to explain this to a paramedic.
She heard Dani and turned to face the woman who was, thankfully, giving them just a little bit of space. "Not just yet," Emma said, not entirely unpleasant but certainly not kind.
Yeah. Jean died. Again. Somehow he thought Emma would not want to hear that right now.
"Other than being a little worse for wear, I've had worse. How bad is the damage to the house?" He had some scrapes and bruises, and a large splinter in his leg. Nothing too serious.
"Oh it's nothing a little duct tape won't fix," Dani snerked. It could have been so much worse than it was, she was honestly just grateful for that, "There's a hole and one of the gutters is going to need to be replaced, but hopefully the biggest wound is to your ego. I'll ... go get the first aid kit."
Without waiting for anything in the way of a reply, Dani headed back into the house, leaving them alone for a bit. The kit was in her truck, but she figured she could stall for time to give the couple some privacy. Before she had to watch too much more of it and gag herself.
"We should get you inside," Emma spoke quietly to Scott. She was grateful to turn and find Dani gone. Then she looked up to survey the damage. "She wasn't lying," Emma said, "The damage isn't terrible."
Scott nodded his head, "That's good to know." He was relieved, on multiple levels.
He tried to stand, using the bench, and then tested the weight on his leg, "I think I can get inside."
He might have leaned a little on Emma. Just a smidge!
Without really thinking, Emma offered him assistance. She took his hand and then slid up close to him when he was standing on his own. She let him lean into her and silently led him toward the door that led to his bedroom. Her mouth was a thin line and, because he couldn't see, she allowed the worry to show on her face.
Scott's legs found the bed and he sat down. This was a little... okay a lot ...emasculating. But he could deal with it, because it was unusual circumstances.
"I'm pretty sure it's gone now. I can't feel the pressure. I'm still a little...reluctant."
"Understandable," Emma said softly. She sat beside him, her hand going to her pocket. She felt the cool metal from the band of his shades and felt tempted to give them to him right then, but was terribly aware of the fact that Dani would probably break in at any moment. And she didn't want Dani to interrupt that particular moment.
With a soft sigh, Emma rested the back of her hand on Scott's forehead. "You'll have to open your eyes at some point, of course." She let her hand fall.
Dani'd taken the time to get the good medkit out of her ranger truck, check on all the animals to make sure they weren't spooked, and check on the damage of the roof from her second story bedroom. Scott's injuries weren't immediate, but she felt bad leaving him hanging for much longer.
Reluctantly, she headed back downstairs and glanced outside. When she noticed that they'd moved inside, she lightly tapped on Scott's door, "I've got the medkit here. I'm trained to fix him up, but I'll understand if you just want to do it yourself."
She wasn't sure if this was one of those situations where Emma would gladly get her hands dirty or not.
"Come in, Dani." He wasn't sure the state of his injuries, just that they hurt. Experience was what led him to believe they didn't feel life threatening, but even a minor injury could be bloody and somewhat disgusting. Especially to an untrained eye.
Girding herself for being in the same room with Emma while also treating the injuries of Emma's boyfriend, Dani let herself inside. She nodded at Emma as she made her way past, then settled the kit down and opened it up.
The patching up of various injuries wasn't that arduous, and he was lucky that they weren't bad at all. Dani spared him the usual scolding she would have done in this situation, which usually was aimed at campers who were being idiots. The splinter was the worst part, but with it removed, she snapped the kit shut again.
"That should be all taken care of. I'm sure you two don't want me in here. I'll make myself scarce."
Emma watched, mostly silent. She wasn't disturbed by the sight of blood, but was hardly a trauma surgeon. She helped where she could, but stayed out of the way because she didn't think herself especially helpful in such a situation.
"Lovely," Emma said, arms crossed over her chest. Her tone wasn't even a bit sharp. While Dani had tended to his injuries, Emma had taken to standing back in a corner of the room. "Thank you," she added, just a bit tense.
"Thanks. I owe you a beer. Maybe a pool table." A pool table would actually be nice, it wasn't like there wasn't room for one in this house, "At least the beer."
She nodded at Emma in acknowledgement of the thank you that she would probably never hear again. Unless Scott blew more holes in her roof.
As she headed for the door, Dani turned and grinned, "A pool table isn't a bad idea. At least the beer though."
And with a turning of the knob and a step through the door, she was gone. She took her medkit back to her truck and decided to give that bedroom a wide berth for the remainder of the day.
Emma remained quiet, watching Scott closely. She said nothing and the only real indication that she was still in the room was the sound of her feet on the carpet. She was pacing slowly.
Scott could feel her presence. Not the sound of her feet but the displacement of the air in the room as she moved around. He rested his elbows on his knees, leaning forward. Finally, he spoke, "I think I know why I'm always seeing red when I wake."
Emma laughed, but she didn't feel particularly amused. "Brilliant deduction, darling." There wasn't cruelty in her voice, but there was a sharpness there that wasn't especially aimed in Scott's direction.
She sighed and fished the glasses out of her pocket. "I have something for you."
"A present? Do I get to unwrap it?" Scott grinned, though it was more of a forced grin than anything else. He understood this made it real. They couldn't dance around it any more.
She sighed and put the glasses in his hands. Then she stepped back and re-crossed her arms over her chest and waited for the reaction.
Scott traced his fingers along the rim of the glasses, looking utterly and completely shocked. He touched them like they were familiar, like they were almost an extension of himself.
Then he put them on and looked at her.
Looking at the world through ruby glasses was probably the single most incorrect meaning statement, ever.
Emma looked sad. She stood before him and watched him and it seemed as though he had transformed before her eyes. This wasn't fair and she felt bad for him. Worse, she felt guilty for having kept the glasses secret.
"Hi," she said quietly.
"Where did you get these?" He felt..different with them on. Stronger in a way. Weaker in another. It was a...bittersweet feeling in his chest that spread through his limbs.
"I woke up one morning to find them on my bedside table," Emma answered honestly, taking another step back and bringing herself against the wall. She leaned against it and wondered when her powers would return to her.
That was several layers of messed up. Slowly, he pulled them off, now assured he'd able to look at her with his normal vision. He'd have to keep them handy. And be more careful when he slept.
He'd been about ready to ask her to open the window and point his head towards it when she'd put them in his hands.
"I don't know if..." He sighed, "I want to be able to look at you without them, as long as I can get away with."
Emma exhaled loudly, it almost sounded like a laugh. "Don't try to be romantic right now, please." That made it harder for her, made the situation more complicated. A part of Emma really just wanted to get back home to try and dodge the seriousness of what was happening to them.
It was hard not to be romantic. He had feelings, and he had to deal with them. But he could keep them to himself, at least for now. Especially with the way she looked. Everything from her posture to her face just screamed sadness.
"I'm sorry." For everything.
"You don't have to apologize. It isn't your fault," Emma said this quickly, shaking her head. Yes, she felt bad, but that wasn't really his doing. It was the dreams.
"I just made them a little more real." He wondered what else was going to come? Like maybe they needed to do something for Jean, before it was too late.
"You didn't do anything." Perhaps it was his x-gene, if those even existed. Or maybe it was the dreams, those horrible sinister things. "You woke up. I prefer it when you wake up," she smiled a thin sort of smile.
Scott smiled at her. He got to his feet and limped over, putting his hands on her shoulders and looking her in the eyes.
"I like waking up, too. I don't want to be trapped in those dreams." Having them come to life like this was... much more surreal than he'd expected.
She let out a noise when he rose. "You idiot. Will you not..." He hobbled over. "Sit, fool!" It was said with just the slightest tinge of affection and she all but marched him back to the bed. He could try to have a moment from there.
It was after a moment of thought that she sat beside him, at the very edge of his bed. "But we are trapped, aren't we?" she asked it quietly and didn't look him in the eye. She figured she might as well start getting used to that.
"It seems so," He admitted softly. "It seems like certain things are coming into the real world. Bleeding over." He didn't know of a way to stop it. Or what happened if someone dreamed of their own death.
"In most of these dreams I'm not aware that there's this world. Other worlds that exist, but not this one I'm living, now."
"It's the same for me," Emma said. "There's only that world when I'm dreaming." And all of the shit that happened there. There was a sense of powerlessness that Emma felt that she hated. As a person who always liked being in control, not having any power of this sort of situation was the worst sort of feeling. "We'll have to be very careful. We have enemies in the dreams. And I don't imagine people with extraordinary powers will go over especially well with the government as it is." A pause. "There are federal agents on Valar."
She sighed. "We're going to have to find a way to keep our secrets safe." She wished desperately for her telepathy. Really, it would have been so much better if her powers had returned and his hadn't.
Scott would have to agree with that. Or at least some measure of control. If he had the constant eyebeams, at least it would give him an always on weapon.
That probably wouldn't go over well with the FBI, though. He nodded in agreement, "You're right. We do need to keep this secret. For us, and others like us."
It was like going into a war. There were people, and they were in danger, and Scott felt responsible for them.
Emma turned her head, inspecting him closely. He seemed to straighten. There was Cyclops. For a fleeting moment, she almost felt herself in the shoes of that other Emma, the White Queen. The villain. "I don't care about others like us."
"You care about Jean," He replied. Like it was the elephant in the room they were dancing around. But it couldn't be ignored any longer, "So do I. For her sake and your sake, even if there was nothing else. And there's a girl out there who can walk through walls. I don't think you don't care. I think you should prove to yourself you're not the worse parts of that woman in our dreams."
And he was pretty sure Dani was one too.
Emma shut her eyes. "Yes," she sounded a little impatient and more than a bit tired, "I care about you. I care about Jean. The people who matter to me aren't some people I'm dreaming about." She shook her head. "My life shouldn't be dictated by what I see at night and I should have the option to not live that life in tragic rerun."
She felt the need to pace again, but contained it. Anger was building up in her chest though it wasn't something aimed at Scott. "I shouldn't have to watch my friend die or fear what she can do when she's possessed by powers she cannot contain. I have the right to lead a normal life. One where I'm not someone feared, where I don't hurt people for sport, where I don't torture children because I feel it's necessary." She was speaking faster as she went on, bits of dreams that she hadn't shared with anyone tumbling out of her. "I don't want to worry about her falling in love with you. And they aren't my responsibility. I don't want to be responsible, I don't want to bloody fight."
"And you know why? Because for all the sweet nothings you whisper to me about being a good person... I know." She nearly choked on her own bitterness. "I know what you don't because you can't read my mind. I know that that Emma Frost is no different from me. She's just had a bit of bad luck and has more power. When I dream of her and wake, I empathize. All that she is, I have in me. And I am tired, so thoroughly tired of pretending otherwise."
Scott watched her, listening intently and letting her get it out. The anger, the tiredness, the worry that flowed out of her and framed her words he absorbed. He understood, though. And he felt the same way she did, when he woke up from the dream where she'd confessed everything.
Forcing Emma to look at him, he replied calmly, "That you don't want those things tells me everything, Emma, that I need to know. You have her in you. You're better than that, just like she is."
He gave her a smile, "I don't think you need to worry about Jean and me. I've had too many dreams of the aftermath of our relationship for that to be an issue, and I think she'd feel the same way."
Her dying though. That he wanted to prevent, by any means possible.
She let out a frustrated grumble. "Bloody optimist. You're so infuriating." Emma was upset and his kind words just weren't enough. She raked a hand through her loose blonde hair and felt the ugly temptation to leave, and for good. But that wasn't productive and whether she could admit it to him or not, she knew she cared about him.
"I just don't think we're going to agree on this." She stopped for a moment and looked him over. She smiled humorlessly, realizing she was being horribly selfish. He'd just had his powers awaken and had been injured in the process, and she was going on about her moral dilemma. "Why couldn't I have met you before all of this?"
"I'm sorry, I got Optimist all over you." Scott picked up her hand, squeezing it, then brought her palm to his lips, and pointed out, "We met before I ever had a dream."
"And then the dreams came and everything grew complicated," Emma said, her fingertips brushing against his cheek. "A tangled mess." She felt herself calming down. Though she didn't necessarily feel much better, the emotional outburst had probably done her some good. Repression was something she excelled at, but even Emma Frost had her limitations.
"What do you propose we do?"
"For now? Take it a day at a time. Figure out if there's a way to control things. If you manifest, call me. Cell phone, or.." He chuckled, "Other means. I'm not going to abandon you just because things got tangled. Honesty might be nice too. I know I've got some dreams I'm reluctant to share. But I should."
"I'll be honest with you when I'm ready to be." Or, when she was so full of pent up secrets that she just couldn't keep them anymore. For a moment, she thought of Jean's telekinesis. She felt guilty, but didn't think it her place to share Jean's private business with Scott. Not yet, at any rate. "What dreams are you talking about?" She was scared what he might tell her, only really wanted to know the basics of it all. If it had to do with the myriad of sins she'd committed in the dreamworld, she'd rather not deal with it today.
Scott chuckled, like it was nothing major, "I have a son, and I was forced to give him up. Jean proposed to me."
Emma raised a brow. The part about his son was news. Not the worst sort of news, but odd. Her face remained neutral at the mention of Jean. She'd been a little aware of their being tied in that world. It didn't explain how Emma and Scott were together, of course, and that mystery left an unpleasant feeling in the pit of Emma's stomach.
"Why did you have to give him up?" she asked, avoiding the other subject.
Scott was silent for a moment. A lot of it was a jumbled mess. Maddie, the baby, the virus. It hadn't all sorted itself out in his mind yet. Something about clones, "He was sick. A woman took him to the future to try to cure him."
Emma grew still. Lightly, she leaned into him, resting her face on his arm. He felt warm. "Well..." she said after a very long moment of silence, "that makes absolutely no sense."
“It’s more complicated than that. His mother was a clone of Jean. And there was...” He paused, thinking about it, “No..I really can’t make sense of it. It’s like a plot from a bad comic book.”
Emma laughed before she could stop herself. It was horrible, because if he'd dreamed it, he'd probably felt every horrible moment of loss. But Emma couldn't contain the laughter that spilled out of her. She brought a hand to her mouth, but still she laughed.
"I'm sorry." She could only speak after a moment. Quickly, she wiped small tears from her eyes. "I'm not... it isn't funny... it's just absurd." This was not her comfortable, monied life. This was comedy... or tragedy. She couldn't tell which. Looking up at him apologetically, she repeated, "I'm sorry. It really isn't funny." She exhaled.
A comedic tragedy, perhaps.
Scott put an arm around her, and wiped at a stray tear she'd missed with his other hand, "Laughing about it is better than the alternatives, right now. I don't want to wallow. I get the impression I see him again anyway."
But Maddie...oh there was conflict and confusion about Maddie.
"I hope so," she said earnestly. Though they were close and she was leaning into him, she was careful not to press too much into him. She wasn't sure she'd seen everything that Dani had done. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt him.
"I want my powers," Emma said, a small smile on her face. It felt more genuine than all the rest. The laughter had been necessary, if just to break all the tension she'd been feeling.
"I'm sure you'll get them." He stroked Emma's cheek, smiling more broadly now, "It would make sharing a lot easier."
"It'd make everything easier." Her powers would be dangerous on her, Emma knew. With such control over others, she wasn't sure she'd exclusively use them for good. But she didn't care. There was something wonderful about telepathy.
"I'm sorry about yours," she said, voice softer.
"They're a part of who I am," Scott replied, his eyes seeming to look elsewhere. "Like telepathy is a part of you."
He was tired of denying it too, even if he'd been more open to the idea than she ever was.
"It doesn't upset you that your entire world is going to turn red?" She caught his face, reaching up with her index finger against his chin. She didn't let him look away from her eyes.
"Of course it does." He couldn't keep the edge from his voice, or the conflict from his eyes, "But it still feels like a missing piece clicking into place."
It was so much easier to confront his issues than hers. She lowered her hand, bringing it gently to his chest. Emma was almost comforted by his conflict, because it meant she wasn't the only one with doubts and fears. Without really meaning to, she leaned in and brushed her lips against his cheek. "I suppose we just can't take this time for granted, then." A pause. "And I'll have to look into someone making an extra set for you." She wondered how much ruby quartz glasses could cost.
"That might be a good idea." Scott turned his head, and kissed Emma. It was gentle, promising and a little uncertain, "I haven't taken a single moment with you for granted."
"Don't be sentimental." Emma rolled her eyes, but there was no bite to her words and a smile remained her face. "You're so pathetic," she teased and kissed him again.
Well, he might be getting optimist on her all over again, but she didn't seem to mind right now, he thought. Scott kissed her back, "You know, when you say it like that, I don't mind."
She sighed, feeling slightly better and utterly exhausted. "I should probably go home soon," she said, not really sure if she actually wanted to do that.
“Stay. For a little while.”
There was something in the words he said that made a bolt of something go through her. Emma couldn't really describe it properly, only that she felt a rush and it passed quickly. It was with very little hesitance that she agreed to stay. "Just for a bit," she added in a sort of faux-stern way. For the first time in a very long time, she found herself not wanting sex or attraction or excitement. She wanted to rest and be comforted and, perhaps, to be comforting in return.