Jean Grey-Summers (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
asongwithin) wrote2022-01-24 08:34 pm
asongwithin) wrote2022-01-24 08:34 pmDuplicity Inbox
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asongwithin) wrote2022-01-24 08:34 pm
Text / Audio / Video / Action / Psychic
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Is this home?
( he turns to jean, looking to her. )
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For now, though, she smiles, and tilts her head slightly to the right of him. Suddenly, they aren't alone; Jean, Scott, and a slightly older Nate are all sprawled on the sofa, sharing snacks and watching the television. ]
It's one of them.
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taking a step forward, he stares with... not confusion, but a sort of wonder almost? this isn't a trick — it's not something jean is trying to confuse him with. she wouldn't do that to him. this is a memory. something of hers. )
That's... me.
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[ She stays where she is, giving him some space to take it in. This isn't even what she came for, but she knows it's already a lot. ]
We invited you for a visit, once you were...available. So we could get to know each other.
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( he repeats the word, watching them there on the sofa for a long moment. it's so... normal. something he never thought he could have. )
Did we? ( he looks to her then. ) Get to know each other?
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[ Her own voice is wistfully soft. This was...it was a good time, overall, and those never last long enough. ]
We didn't ask you to leave, but you were ready to get back out in the world, I think. And we made sure you knew...well.
[ The scene shifts and swirls around them, but not too drastically; they're on the second story now, in a bedroom. The Nate of her memories is on the bed, pulling on sturdy blue boots as he talks to Scott.
"But I don't want to risk wearin' out my welcome on the first visit, either. I mean, y'know - now that we're not complete strangers, Scott - "
"Any time, kid. Wherever we are." As Scott speaks - probably sounding more warmly, easily certain than this Nate's ever heard him - he's handing Nate a folded up uniform. "And since my old boots seem to fit so well...why not try this on for size?" ]
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that's when he sees the suit — when he sees the X there across it and he cants his head. x for x-men? is he... part of them after all? when he's felt so alone and like an outsider with them all knowing each other — having history with each other?
looking over to jean then, he looks to her with a quiet shine there in those blue eyes of his that mirror scott's. filled with emotions he can't find the words for. )
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But this isn't the time for regret, or fury; Nate looks at her with his father's eyes, and her heart swells more than it aches. She steps forward, casually telegraphing her movements as she raises a hand to his cheek. ]
We didn't have enough time, in the end. But we wanted...
[ To give him at least scraps of the sort of life he deserved. To show him that he could be more than Sinister's weapon. To share their own dreams, their own legacy. To support him through his grief, his anger, his fear.
All of that is imbued in: ]
We wanted you.
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excerpt this isn't a punch to his emotional or psychic gut so much as it is a touch of reassurance to his cheek with her hand there on it. he can't help but close his eyes when she does — can't help but gently lean into the thought of her touch that a boy needs from his mother when seeking comfort in his life. he wants this. he wants to be wanted for him and not the things he can do. not the "thing" that he is. )
Mother...
( it's the only word he can say for the moment — the first time he's ever said that word in his life, but he says it with such a longing in his heart, that it just feels like the thing he needs to say right now. )