Cyclops was right and he wishes he wasn't (cyclopswasright) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-09-09 22:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, emma frost (white queen), scott summers (cyclops) |
"We can have this day to enjoy ourselves."
Who: Scott and Emma
What: Birthdacation part 4: The End.
When: Probably a day or so ago!
Where: Hotel in france, also the Louvre.
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13 for break ups
The next day, things hadn't improved much. Scott had come back late, and the bed was positively chilly. He didn't sleep well, and breakfast the next morning was hard to stomach. Despite that, and as awkward as things were, he didn't think they were entirely hopeless. They just both needed to stop being so stubborn. After breakfast, he suggested they go to the museum.
The night had been kind to Emma. Dreamless and peaceful, she'd woken up rested. When memories of the night before returned to her, there was a certain heaviness surrounding her, but she pushed through it as best she could.
She had, however, come to the conclusion that she'd have to be the one to be cruel to be kind. Her manner didn't exactly make this apparent, though. "We can go," she nodded in Scott's direction.
As though she were giving permission. Scott's lips thinned together, but he nodded. They were going to play it like that, and he'd just have to go along. Maybe if they enjoyed themselves it might be easier to talk without arguing, "I'll call a cab."
Emma picked up on Scott's irritation, unsure if she could just read it in his face if he were projecting his thoughts at her. It didn't matter. She watched him as though she were preparing for him to explode. "We can stay in, if you'd like."
"No, I want to go out," Scott replied, shaking his head. He wasn't going to explode, and he was going to put his feelings aside. He was already picking up the phone to call the cab so that they could get out.
"Alright," Emma said. She watched him from the corner of her eye, taking a seat to tie together her boots. "You realize we can't run from our problems for very long, don't you?" Her tone was cautious.
"I know, but it's not really running so much as.." He gave her a weary smile, "Regrouping." Maybe not quite like waging a war, but he did need time to think, and in a place where they might be relaxed.
Sitting up straight, Emma smoothed out her clothing. "We can have this day to enjoy ourselves," she said softly.
Scott held out his hand to her, "Okay, we can do that. It's your birthday too."
She took his hand and followed his lead and, if just for a moment, let her worries fall away.
The cab was waiting for them by the time they'd reached the lobby. Scott held the door for her, before getting in himself. Even though their problems were half a world away, they still felt like a great weight. He couldn't quite shake it now that they'd argued and the ice had started to crack beneath them. Instead he buried it, and asked the driver to take the scenic route.
Emma settled comfortably by Scott's side, leaning into him as the car drove on. She didn't speak, as she wasn't especially in the mood to get back into the thick of an argument. Instead, she leaned her head onto his shoulder and watched the scenery pass them by.
Scott put an arm around her, enjoying the respite from the storm, as it were. He felt himself relax as the cab moved through the city streets. The cabbie paid attention, taking them along a pathway that showed off the most historic markers of the city, before they arrived at the Louvre. He got out, somewhat reluctantly, and looked around.
The day flew by in what Emma would always remember as a peaceful tension. At no point did they really discuss their problems, instead focusing on the art and the scenery around them. At every turn, Emma felt as though something might pierce their happy little bubble and she did her best to keep herself smiling.
When they returned back to their hotel room, Emma discarded her bag and changed into more comfortable clothing. She watched Scott for a long silent moment as he did almost the same. “Darling?”
He had enjoyed himself, as much as he could, even if talk had been limited to commenting on the art or scenery. Scott knew more was coming, and by the time they had returned to the hotel room, he thought he was prepared for whatever it was. He thought he could hear a 'we need to talk' after Emma's darling.
"Yes?" He replied, simply.
Emma walked slowly to the kitchenette area, taking a seat at a small table by a window that gave a generous view of the city beneath them. "Come sit with me," Emma said, voice uncharacteristically small.
Letting out a quiet sigh, Scott followed, entering the kitchenette area and taking the other seat by the table. He rested an elbow on the table and looked out over the view of the city. It really was a spectacular sight, and he wished he was in a better mood to enjoy it.
"Scott..." Emma watched his profile for a long moment, "Darling. We aren't working."
Silent for a moment, Scott tapped his fingers on the table before he replied heavily, "No, we aren't."
Emma had prepared herself for an argument and felt a little relieved that he didn't seem to have much fire in him. She sounded sad, but strong when she spoke next, "Then you know what we have to do."
"Well, we could get married," He replied, quirking an eyebrow. "That would be the right sort of dysfunctional." The humor felt flat, and he just shook his head. It didn't really seem fair, and he wondered if things could have been different if either or both of them had reacted to the dreams differently, "I know."
"I am sorry," Emma said, words coming out gently. "I do wish things were different."
At the moment, Scott wasn't so sure he believed that. Or that things could be different. He'd tried fighting who he was and what he stood for, to be 'normal' but it hadn't worked. Exterior circumstances and interior stubborness wouldn't let him, "You can always talk to me, if you need to."
"You can do the same." She looked down at her hands, which were folded together on the table. Emma felt tired and sad, but little else. She suspected she'd feel more later, when she was alone and it hit her. But a darker part of her wondered if she'd feel anything at all. Quiet and self-loathing, Emma thought about the sort of person she was and wondered if there was anything there to like.
"But I think it will be wise to give each other a bit of time," she said, noticing that she sounded just a bit like she was doing business.
Scott had always thought there was, but it was entirely possible he'd been seeing what he wanted to see. He'd never acknowledge that, though. Eyes unreadable behind his glasses, he glanced at her and nodded, "That would be best." They just needed to draw up the business contract, right?
He'd probably feel more later, too. Anger, hurt, depression. He hoped Wrex had a lot for him to do.
In spite of the fact that she wanted to sink deep into his mind and see what was there, Emma held back. She didn't have that right. She also didn't tell him how she felt, not that she'd loved him. That seemed cruel. "I'm sorry," she repeated, breath catching in her throat for just a moment.
Unable to look at her, knowing he might just crumble if he did, he replied, "So am I."