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| Topic Started: Jul 18 2012, 09:15 PM (271 Views) | |
| Jamie Madrox | Jul 18 2012, 09:15 PM Post #1 |
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Skrullos Immediately following John Brown's Raid ----------------------------------------------------------- The wind was bitter and acrid, carrying misery and sorrow in its hands as it rushed over the multiple and through his empty heart. He didn’t even blink. With his back to the rest of the survivors he stood off by himself, distant eyes staring outward in shock and disbelief as the others behind him reveled in their various stories of success and adventure. He should probably focus on getting out of this forsaken wilderness. Deep down he should probably care whether or not they made it back to New York City. But he didn’t. He couldn’t. A part of him had been irrecoverably torn to the core. He was incomplete. He was a shadow without a source. The solitary dupe hung his head in defeat. It might be better just to die on this rock. And that was when he took inventory, thinking back to what he possibly had that would make him want to carry on. There was XF Investigations of course, but somehow that was hard to get too terribly excited about. Nothing was going to be the same again. Unsuccessfully trying to resist the feeling that it there was no point left to any of it, the dupe shook his head and just started to walk. He didn’t give it much thought that he was walking away from the safety of the group. In all honesty right now it didn’t really seem to matter. None of it did. |
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| Alix | Jul 18 2012, 09:16 PM Post #2 |
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The entire duration of surviving on Skrullos outside of imprisonment had been for Alix a completely automatic affair. Like so many times in the past when she didn't know how to deal with something she simply, for the lack of better term, checked out. Her mind would focus completely onto the tasks at hand and she'd ignore the personal. It was easier that way, really. All the loneliness, Isolation, and regret would fall by the wayside and the people who needed help would get it. It was the ideal situation even if it did leave her disjointed. While others grew into their rolls and created friendships with people outside of their own factions, Alix kept from them all. Even her own teammates. It wasn't just that her powers were still off from being gone for so long. It just wasn't the same. The things that had shook her to the core in imprisonment were only vaguely still clinging to her consciousness as it reworked itself to heal. But beyond that? Something was missing. Through it all, even now with her abilities, there was some kind of closeness that was missing. The link she had with Jamie was gone and while it could be rebuilt.. if any of them felt anything like the dupe that was here as well... then there'd be no rebuilding. Like so many times in the past the world had conspired against whatever good things came along and, at the end of the day, whatever conceptions she'd had on maybe things being alright were going to be forgotten. There was work to be done and, as Doctor Nemesis had put it in thought-- there really was no one else right now to do that. So she watched. She watched the sentries, sentinels, scouts and everyone else-- making sure that any threats were directly reported to anyone else. Her voice-- cold, calm and reserved in ways that reverberated back to older times-- the only real radio communication they could have. She kept separate from the rest and sat near the perimeter so as better to hear everything. That was where she picked up on him. The duplicate-- Jamie-- and his thoughts that immediately betraying the melancholic loss that ripped through his core relentlessly. Anyone else, she could've resisted. After all, they hadn't particularly left each other on good terms when they'd met in the hallway. But, even in all of the loss and upset, she couldn't just sit by and watch. Not with someone that was every bit as much as Jamie as Prime himself. Searching him out through everything wasn't hard. It'd always been something she could do, with anyone she wanted to find. Add in concern? And it took nothing short of a few minutes for her to track him down. When he came into sight her breath caught for just a brief moment in despair. She didn't know what-- there was far too much in her still recovering mind to get specifics-- but could feel the awfulness of whatever was on his mind. ::What happened? Jamie--:: Her voice echoed with the sort of flux that came from the issues of her powers having been disconnected for so long and for a moment she stared, strange eyes focused onto his before dropping shamefully. After everything that had happened and from what he remembered-- she had no business asking preemptive questions. |
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| Jamie Madrox | Jul 18 2012, 09:18 PM Post #3 |
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With vacant eyes he regarded her in front of him for a reflective moment without really acknowledging she was there at all. His thoughts were swimming, spiraling inward as vague imagery toyed at the edges of his thoughts. Those same beautiful eyes had looked at him once with such cold detachment as he was being handed over to malignant forces. He wasn’t sure, but somehow he thought she had been in on his abduction in the first place. He hung his head and blinked, though the tears seemed to be held in check by a heart that seemed frozen in stunned disbelief. Realizing that he might have been handed over by the alien impersonation of Alix only helped a little. It took away the betrayal for certain, but left him dismally wondering just exactly how much of their past had been real. Looking back up into her eyes again, he studied her. Their intimate connection seemed to be for the time being…muted. Or maybe it was just something that Prime had been fully connected with. And now that the cord with Prime had been permanently severed… Reaching up he put his hands on her shoulders. His voice was caught in the back of his throat, a thick lump of emotion that choked him and made it difficult to breathe. With a feeble attempt to clear it away, he coughed and swallowed hard. “I think you already know,” he said. But it was too difficult to just lay it out there. The lazy part of him just wanted her to read it off of him, but when he thought it over he supposed he knew that she wouldn’t do that-not at first. Finally he found the strength to put breath to the horror. “It’s Prime…” He swallowed, looking back and forth between those shining diamond eyes with rapidly blurring vision. Shaking his head, he squeezed her shoulders a little. “He’s….he’s gone.” A single tear dislodged and slipped warmly down his cheek. “I’m-“ He stopped as he tried to find the best way to say it. “We’re…we’re broken now.” And distrust be damned, he couldn’t help himself. Pulling her in suddenly, the dupe wrapped his arms around her and the tears really began to flow. |
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| Alix | Jul 18 2012, 09:19 PM Post #4 |
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His look was everything that she'd expected. After all the memories and all the fantastic things that had happened she had, in ways she didn't know, betrayed him. She could see it in his thoughts, his eyes, and how he'd avoided her. She didn't even really have to seek it out. He deserved to look at her like that and she didn't deserve to even begin to talk to him. He was better than she was in every way and she? She was ashamed. But there was something big going on and as much as she wanted to just turn away and leave him to peace things through without her muddling it, she couldn't. He looked back at her and for a brief moment her breath caught in her throat with regret and compassion. Before, she would've known completely what he was thinking and he would've done the same. Even the duplicates had a link in-- just as she did. But Not anymore. Her disconnect from her powers and from everything had left her unable to maintain their connection that, seemingly, had ties with her. Then again-- she'd done nothing to try and fix it out of fear of how the duplicate felt. Every movement felt like a dream that she experienced from outside of herself, methodological and disconnected. When he reached for her shoulders and before he could even say anything she shook her head in adamant denial. Of course-- she vaguely knew what he was talking about just by default. But really know? There was no way. Still, as he began the realization began to settle in in horrible ways that only began to harken her back to a time when such a memory and all connecting factors would fall deep into the line of forget that had become everything she'd ever felt. ::Don't--:: She retorted suddenly, her eyes focused onto him as his eyes blurred into tears, though hers kept nothing more than confused. It was all too much. He said Prime, looked her over frantically and squeezed her shoulders. She shook her head in still adamant denial. ::He can't be. I'd know. I have to know. It's.. it's my job to know and if I don't then what good am I? If--:: She held to things frantically and searched his eyes-- momentarily withholding from any use of abilities, despite the sickeningly strong desire to do so. ::He just can't.:: She fell frantic, thought, and despite herself she searched for the answer in the only way she knew how. He had to have it wrong. Jamie? The main Jamie that she'd been through so much with? He couldn't. Heroes didn't die and they didn't leave with so much still to do. Times got hard, but hope.. hope always came swinging back through at the end. Her mind sought out the truth no matter her desires, however, and when the answer came she stood shell shocked. His mind told the truth of things. a million things raced through her own thoughts in those few brief moments, and for a moment she faltered before clamping down absolutely and completely onto every inch of memory she could ever have possibly clung to. It was too painful and vivid to remember in those moments, especially at his last words. Jamie. Broken. Those were two things that were never supposed to be together and the concept of him crying cut deeper than anything else. There'd be no more joking, no more movie quotes, no more fake lessons on powers and sparing or trips far away from the city. Just everything that had been before. All the while, the dull burn of the betrayal and distrust in the back of the duplicate's mind reverberated with her own fears and dwindled her dangerously back into a place that she'd come so far from but now could only retreat back into. ::It's all my fault. If I hadn't believed them.. if I'd fought back and defended and been there for him... then none of this would've happened. They'd probably been lying in the first place, right? They didn't have Jamie hostage. it was a fake. They were fake. That's what these things do. Lie.:: He pulled her into an embrace and for the moment she stared into the darkness that came from being so close. ::I'm sorry... So sorry.:: Her arms wrapped around him despite being more afraid and conflicted than she'd ever been in the cells that the skrulls had put them into. |
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| Jamie Madrox | Jul 18 2012, 09:20 PM Post #5 |
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With the seeming inability to control himself, the multiple took Alix in a clutching embrace as profound waves of unbridled sorrow wracked his body. And for a moment it was as if the tying bond had returned. Though no certain mystical means the dupe found that he was bonded to Alix through sheer empathy, and for the moment any doubts he had regarding her sincerity of his well-being were wholly and completely eradicated. In that particular moment the loss that she felt was palpable, echoed only by the empty void left in the grieving dupe. Pulling away, the dupe looked at her for a moment. “It’s not your fault,” he said-though in all honesty he had no idea what she was talking about. He started to think through her words though. She had to be talking about the Skrulls…about what they had said to her when they came to capture her. They obviously used Jamie as leverage to get to her…though the implications were that Jamie had been taken before she had, which didn’t exactly make sense. “Of course they lie,” he said as he looked at her closely. “Whatever it takes to get to us.” Questions started bubbling up in his heart, and though he didn’t like it he couldn’t help but start to wonder about a few things. “How long?” But it wasn’t the right question. None of them seemed to know how long they’d been there. It was the one common denominator…time didn’t seem to work the same here, or at lest their understanding of time didn’t seem to apply. “I mean, what is the last thing you remember. Just before you got here?” He kept ahold of her, letting the choked off tears continue to roll down his cheek without resistance. Flashes of memory passes through his mind as he looked at her. “Was it before the woods?” He hoped it was, squeezing her shoulders harder than he wanted to, he realized how much he hoped it was before the woods. “It was, wasn’t it? They got you first.” They had to have. |
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| Alix | Jul 18 2012, 09:23 PM Post #6 |
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::The woods?:: She looked at him with fearful curiousity, her eyes focused onto him with absolute uncertainty. She could see what he wanted in his mind and almost-- almost-- she went with a lie. But lie to Jamie? She'd never been able to willingly do that. Instead, she shook her head adamently and sadly. ::I can't remember anything. It's been like that for forever. My powers-- I don't know. Everything is like a dream and there's spaces of time where I loose track of what happened. The last thing I remember before here was there was something weird going on-- Kyle said a dupe was a murderer, so I started looking into things. Then there was one of you-- and he attacked. Told me I had to cooperate or they'd kill Jamie.:: His memories passed through her own mind and she stared forwards, emotionless despite everything. ::When I was in the cell.. they took away everything. I'd never been without my powers that long and definitely not by means of a null cuff. It.. it messed with my mind. I can't tell nightmare from reality or anything in between. Maybe this is just a nightmare, and I'm going to wake up in the Headquarters covered in mud and wondering what happened.:: Her gaze never once shifted off of his. ::But-- I'm afraid that I did what you think that I did.:: She held her breath and stared up at him with rampant fear written into every inch of her expression. ::What if you're right? What if I'm crazy and something happened and somehow I'm the bad guy in everything and you deserve to never trust me again? It'd mean everything...:: only then did her gaze drop to focus utterly and completely onto her own feet. ::Everything I thought that had made life better would've just been a lie that you all graciously gave me.. even when I didn't deserve it. And if that's the case... then I deserve nothing and you'd deserve to hate me.:: She didn't voice it-- but her own thoughts included so many things. Mourning, sadness, loneliness-- all of those things belonged to people who hadn't done the sort of things that the Jamie duplicate suspected her of. |
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| Jamie Madrox | Jul 18 2012, 09:24 PM Post #7 |
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For a moment as he looked at her he thought he saw a flicker of remembrance pass through the twin mirrors of her eyes. But it disappeared, fleeing into the shadows of the timbers in her mind before she could give voice to the thoughts. To be sure, he didn’t know if he was upset or relieved about not knowing for certain. Like her, he seemed somewhat willing to hide from the truth. As he listened he took note that something about her narrative seemed off. He couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was, and he had to admit that his own memory seemed more than just a little cloudy on the order of events. He’d been here a very long time-that much he knew for sure. And Alix was frightened, alone and possibly more vulnerable than he’d ever seen her before. Despite his own hollow chest he felt his heart go out to her as he continued to listen. And in her admission that she might have done what he (secretly) feared she had done Jamie felt his resolve completely melt away. It wasn’t the cold-blooded confession of a turncoat, or a bold-faced lie from a deceiver that he was hearing. It was the terrified soul of a very confused and wounded woman. A woman he knew almost better than she knew herself. He’d lived through her life with her, experiencing the things that she experienced as intimately as if they had happened to himself. He knew her inside and out, and the things they were talking about simply were not possible. Jamie’s abandoned dupe shook his head. “No,” he said. “It’s not possible. I don’t know what it was that happened, but I cannot believe that you willfully did anything of the sort.” Speaking the words strengthened his own resolve. He knew they were true, and he put his hands on her shoulders again, leaning down to look deeply into her eyes. “No matter what-I know you Alexandria Marie Bennett.” The name that she had forsaken so long ago seemed most appropriate in calling her out in her core. “Alix Smith,” he said again. “You’ll get no hatred from me.” Drawing back to what he knew of her he realized he couldn’t suspect her anymore-no matter what the evidence suggested. Alix Smith could no more purposely betray him than he could purposely betray himself. |
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| Alix | Jul 18 2012, 09:24 PM Post #8 |
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He responded again and she looked towards him quietly, her eyes focused still in a mix of disbelief, fear, confusion, sadness and all the other emotions that could've possibly ever been had in that moment. She wanted to hug him, hold him close and, earnestly, pretend that none of this had happened. That she hadn't fallen for the skrulls, that she hadn't possibly betrayed everything, that Skrullos had never happened and Jamie-- Prime-- was alive. It wasn't, and she couldn't-- so she just stared upwards at him without the barest hint of tears. Him calling by name did it's small part in bringing her back to calm and a more realistic approach to whatever had happened to bring them to where they were at. IT'd always been that way with her-- a rollercoaster of feelings, going from one emotion to the next regardless of the minutes prior. He forgot the notion of betrayal and she put it to the back of her mind, forgetting-- for now. There were bigger things to talk about and while for now she could be ok... the thought still rang true. IF she did what he thought she had.. then she'd do what she had to, but would not give herself the luxury of forgiveness. Or of companionship beyond maintaining appearances. ::what do we do now?:: Her eye shifted quietly, focused onto him in the same mix of emotion as before. ::The team? You? The rest of the duplicates... you don't just disappear, do you? You're still here, right? That means you stay here.:: She paused softly, her eyes not leaving his as he looked ::I'm sorry. it's too soon for those questions. We don't even know if we're going to ever make it back, much less what happens when we get there... It's just.. I just can't believe it.:: She stared upwards at the Duplicate who looked, sounded, talked and was every bit as much as Jamie as Jamie himself was. ::I don't think I'll ever really be able to:: it was expressively hard to articulate just what she meant. ::It's just. You're here. The rest of you-- they'll be here too. And-- you're just like him. I feel just as much for you as I did for him and.. is that wrong? He's dea- no, gone. I can tell just by looking at you. But the part of my mind that viewed you all as the same, even when knowing you weren't--:: she sighed. ::--I can't accept it. I'm sorry. :: It was all far too much to handle. |
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| Jamie Madrox | Jul 18 2012, 09:25 PM Post #9 |
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Though he didn’t need to, the multiple glanced down at his own body and shook his head sadly. “I’m not going anywhere,” he said with regretful overtones. Honestly, he wondered if maybe it would have been easier if he did just fade away like Yoda had. There was little doubt that it would hurt less. But that wasn’t all that Alix was asking, and though it had been on his mind all along he realized he didn’t even begin to have an answer to very much of it at all. “I…I don’t know. I mean, the show must go on, right?” Raking a hand through his hair, he looked at her with red-rimmed eyes and then shook his head. “I’m still licensed as a private investigator,” he said. Then he took her by the hand. “And I know you know this already…but I’m still Jamie through and through.” He squeezed her hand, not really getting into what that implied exactly. His feelings for her had not changed, though doubts had cast a shadow over him for a short time. He wasn’t sure how they were going to pick up the pieces and carry on exactly. The fact still remained that he felt fragmented and emotionally bruised. Naturally part of him worried that everybody always had viewed the dupes as sort of a second-class Jamie, or as less than somehow. Funny part was, in a way they were right. But the essence of Jamie in thought and heart was embodied by the dupe, and after studying her hopefully for a few silent moments he diverted his eyes. “What about you?” He asked with a distracted glance back over to the others. “Even without our bond I can feel you’re distant. You’re already retreating inward, aren’t you?” He looked at her then with a wounded look. Somehow that hurt more than anything else. “Just remember,” he said, “try to remember…feeling isn’t all pain.” |
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| Alix | Jul 18 2012, 09:45 PM Post #10 |
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The hurt that wound it's way into his eyes forced a choke of agonizing guilt to rise in the back of her throat. Fear, sadness, pain, confusion and a hefty dose of guilt that she didn't completely understand wove it's way into every facet of her mind before she'd even been able to do anything other than lock it down and stare at the dupe who, in every part of her mind, was just as much Jamie as Jamie himself had been. But in that moment? There was a forced disconnect that she hated herself all the more for. She didn't mean it, she didn't really feel it, but it was there gnawing at her like everything else. He took her hand, and she looked at him softly. The fragmented parts of him, the emotional turmoil-- it was all things that she'd never wanted to pick up from him and it only stung deeper. He'd been hurt the most out of this-- there was no doubt. Him and the rest of the multiples. But here she was, selfishly refusing to accept any of it. She knew he was right, could feel it permeate every inch of her overactive senses, but couldn't believe it. He looked off towards the other, and her eyes lowered back to his feet. Was she retreating inward? ::No:: Yes. Was feeling all pain? ::I know, you're right. I'm sorry.:: She didn't really think he was all that right and as much as she didn't say it, the concept that returning home would mean a world and team minus Jamie-- Prime, at least-- cut deeper and harder than many other things in the past had ever done. Some small voice in the back of her mind echoed the kind of thoughts she'd always pitted herself against-- she should've never invested, she should've stayed distant, she shouldn't have gotten involved and she should've just let well enough alone. They would've been better for it. She couldn't particularly wrap her mind around it but it had to be her fault. It was always, in one way or another, her own doing when things like this happened. Why was this any different? ::I'm not going to be ok.:: She looked at him, wordless and expressionless with an all together newly lost look. She had always been able to adapt, handle the situation and move on. But this? This was beyond her. A gasp of agony escaped her breath and before being particularly capable of reigning it all in, it fell to her turn to cry in the torrent of loss. |
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| Jamie Madrox | Jul 19 2012, 05:13 AM Post #11 |
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The look in her eyes was flat and emotionless, and as she lied to him Jamie died again. Whatever the case, Alix couldn’t face it…and Jamie couldn’t face the fact that in all ways this was totally his fault. In his mind’s eye he flashed back to the woods. He’d told her then to open up to him, he was the one that told her to stop pretending…that there was power in opening herself up and letting her heart go free. His breath hitched with a stifled sob and he turned his eyes away from her with an acknowledging nod. He’d drawn her out of her shell like a selfish son of a bitch. She’d been safe and untouchable, but he had wanted her out and so he convinced her to open herself up to him and it had been glorious. But what did she get out of the whole deal? He made her love him and then he left. A tear rolled down his cheek unchecked. The admission that she wasn’t going to be ok just twisted the knife. He looked up at her with extreme remorse and sorrow. That night in the bar had been the defining pivotal turn for Jamie Madrox. Something had been awakened in him that changed the flavor of everything in his life. But now he wasn’t so sure that it was better to have loved and lost. He shook his head, wishing he had never brought her to this place of ruin and realizing the irony that he wished they had never fallen into the trap of each other. “I’m sorry,” he said softly. He wanted to hold her. He needed it. Reaching out, he wiped away one of her tears with his thumb and then clenched his fist at his side. “I’m sorry.” Feeling sick and hollow he turned and walked away. |
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| Alix | Jul 19 2012, 07:05 AM Post #12 |
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His reaction only drove further into her privately fracturing mind that eventually, every emotion would only lead to pain. Like the mouse trapped in the experiments full of negative reinforcements, there was nothing that could show otherwise. Nothing-- nothing would be alright. She didn't loose that mentality as she watched, felt, and saw him go through his own inner turmoil. Turmoil that she'd caused through selfishness that had only made things more difficult.She'd been stubborn, cold and emotionless before shifting into the truth. It'd been mean and the result? The result left him wishing that none of this had ever happened. Her hands fished out the hem of whatever discarded garment she'd found to keep herself out of the elements. If he hadn't come along-- as painful as this was now-- where would she have been? She imagined she'd still be on the outside looking in, still wishing, still worrying in silence over the well being of each team member, helping at every turn but never quite getting close to any of them. Would there have been less absolute anguish at the loss of Prime had the bar not happened? Naturally. But to wish it all away.. He apologized, and she broke down again-- but this time privately. He turned to leave and for a what would have been just a flash of a moment to the rest of the world, everything came crashing down. It was all she could allow herself- a single remorseful moment of letting everything hit her. It struck heavy like a brick wall of pain and she let it wash through and over before she'd have to lock it down and do what was necessary. For his sake, for their sake-- for the well being of anyone they knew. She? She could be sad for just a moment and then play the part of ok. Her mind washed through itself and reigned in the parts of her that had fallen into despair. He'd only made it a few steps when, through the expanse of a second, she'd gone through every bit of sorrow imaginable in her own mind. It left her exhausted but it didn't matter. ::wait--:: she took a step towards him as he left. ::I can be ok.:: she nodded softly, the sudden childishness that could crop out of her own desires to make sure everything was ok never once lost in the moment. It'd never been so painfully glaring however-- even when they had shared a link. ::Don't leave me--:: Her hands closed around his as he'd swung it back and she whirled him back around to face her. ::Please.:: ::You shouldn't be sorry-- I'm sorry. I'm sorry that.. I caused this. The bar.. the snowmen-- the roof. All of it. I'd never change any of it.:: How could she? The small collection of memories with Jamie were some of the most powerfully happy memories she had and while, at this point, they'd all been poisoned with the twinge of loss and sorrow.. it was still important. Was she ok? No. Could she act like she was ok and hold it together for him? Absolutely. Her eyes rose to his and only just vaguely did any evidence of tears remain. The earnestness in her voice couldn't have been more clear. Irrevocably, completely and unquestionably, her eyes only served to further the fact that no matter the sadness she couldn't conceptualize facing any of this alone. ::It has to be ok. We have to make it all ok-- for him. I'm sorry...:: she didn't say it, but the dull notion of "I'm sorry I was weak" held strong into conscious thought. He'd never wanted her to go back to doing this. To masking away the parts that made things difficult, to hide behind the concepts and ideas of being alright despite everything inside her screaming otherwise. But right now? It was the only thing she could do to avoid completely loosing everything that had ever mattered. |
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| Jamie Madrox | Jul 19 2012, 08:32 PM Post #13 |
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The last thing he wanted was to turn and just leave, and even as his body went through those unfortunate motions he felt a nauseating grip take hold of his stomach. This wasn’t right. Whether or not he truly believed in fate, something about turning his back and walking away felt wrong. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. None of this was. Which was why her hand on his stopped him in his tracks and stilled his heart. He turned to her, relieved to catch a glimpse of the desperation that he felt in his own heart reflecting back at him in her eyes. Her plea was like an arrow to his heart with anxiety that confirmed to him exactly how intertwined they had become. First he listened to her quietly. Then he gently he squeezed her hand. “I made a promise to you already. You opened up your heart…and like we imagined things got hard. Do you think I could seriously just…leave…” He hung his head, deeply longing for their connection to be reestablished so that she could fill a part of the void that he felt inside right now. “I don’t believe you are personally responsible for any of this any more than…” He took a deep breath. “Any more than we believed Alex Summers was responsible for anything he did while he was under his…” Jamie waggled his fingers next to his head. “…spell.” Stepping closer, he took his hands and put them on either side of her face. “I don’t know what’s going on,” he said. “But we’ll figure it out. Together.” Without giving her warning or a chance to refuse, he leaned in and gently pressed a kiss to her lips. Leaning back just far enough to lock eyes with her he pursed his lips. “Protect yourself if you need to,” he said. “I understand. But please don’t shut me out.” |
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| Alix | Jul 26 2012, 04:21 PM Post #14 |
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::No-- but:: but his almost turning to go, the loss of prime, the questioning in his mind that had been there from the moment they'd been set free... it'd all struck everything so deeply seated in her mind that she couldn't have felt further from the rest of the world-- even from those around them. Skrulls? Skrulls couldn't have felt less real in that moment than they had in the entirety of all of this. Everything was their fault, but right now? Right now, Jamie was dead, but then he wasn't. He was on another plane.. but then.. he wasn't. It was all a jumbled mess that she didn't know how to quite sort through, nor did she really want to. Every part of her mind was lost into sorrow, though it didn't reflect as strongly in her actions as it did in her mind. ::I Know you wouldn't.. but.. it Just..:: She still just couldn't find the words for it, and when he continued on and forced her attention in onto him directly, she stared with the same overwhelming sorrow that was weaving it's way through her entire mind. Maybe, to others it'd not be obvious-- maybe even to him it'd be not as obvious as it could've been if they'd had the connection. But it was there. She distractedly returned the kiss, her eyes on him even through it. ::No I wont I just.. I don't want to hurt you. Emotionally, I mean. Everything.. all of this. It's only going to be worse when we get home to the rest of them. It's going to happen all over again. We don't even know how it happened.:: She nodded quietly. ::What about all the others that're here? When Guido and Layla find out...:: Layla. A sick lurch found it's way through her mind and vaguely, she could guess that somehow Layla would work into all those fears, the confusion and lost notions of just moments before. Layla.. Layla always knew and somehow Alix could only guess at the sort of accusations she'd face. |
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| Jamie Madrox | Jul 30 2012, 08:06 PM Post #15 |
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“We don’t worry about that,” he said without letting her finish her dark line of thought. “None of it. This will all work itself out.” Somehow giving her strength was emboldening his own will and courage. Despite everything he was still finding a shred of hope to cling onto. “Guido, Layla…all of it. Just try not to dwell on things that we don’t have any control over right now.” He made sure she was looking at him. “This is what the rest of the world needs to know. Nothing has changed. We will go on with what we had been going on with as if nothing is different at all. Bringing a hand up to his face he massaged his temples and then dragged his palm down over his cheeks while looking at her. “We might not know what happened,” he said, “but I choose to believe in a few things with my heart and not with my eyes. Give yourself the benefit of the doubt,” he suggested. Taking her petite hand, he looked at her and tried to smile but found there wasn’t much in him to do that right now. “Come on,” he said with a gentle squeeze. “Right now we have more important things to think about…like getting off of this rock. Everything else will work itself out in time. You’ll see.” Tugging her toward him he snaked an arm around her waist, pulling her close to his side as they walked and letting her rest her head against his shoulder. He could feel her sobbing lightly, and it mirrored the agony and loss that he felt in his own heart. As they headed back to the captives he continually reassured her, and found to his surprise that it brought comfort to his own bleeding and wounded heart. |
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