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WHO: Angel and Dazzler
WHERE: Just outside Denver, Colorado at Warren's house.
WHEN: This evening.
WARNINGS: Probably just bawwww aaaangst.
SUMMARY: Since quitting the X-Men, Warren and Ali have been laying low. Time for a talk.
FORMAT: Para
It'd been two weeks since they'd packed up and left, and Warren wasn't sure just yet if anything had changed. Though he'd had no reason to be falling back into his Death programming since the HIVE war ended, it didn't silence the psyche in his mind very much. There was so much quiet here--no neighbours for miles and miles--and that gave him plenty more time alone in his mind. It was loud, dark, and terrifying and no matter how much peace and quiet and meditation and distraction he tried, Warren just couldn't silence it. Nor could he embrace it. The fact that he was still at that crossroads with himself, not knowing who or what he was anymore, made him feel pathetically hopeless.
But he wasn't hurting anyone, and that was the important thing. There was no blood on his hands here, and he was isolated from doing so. Here, he could sit out on the edge of the cliff every single day and torture himself as much as he wanted, and no one else would die.
People seemed to be doing fine without him. Two trips back into the city to check on the businesses said as such, and he kept his distance from his old team.
It didn't change the fact that he still had the burden of his possibly impending death on his mind, nor did it change the fact that Ali had given up a lot to come out this way to be with him. As grateful as he was, Warren did feel bad about it, and wondered if she was as miserable as he seemed to feel. Piotr's words from the other day were still running through his mind, too. Was Alison safe here? How big was that possibility that she'd get hurt trying this with him? It was such a stupid, constant worry that she'd been trying to shake him loose of for almost an entire year now, and Warren was still driving himself crazy with it.
So he continued to perch and brood on the edge of the mountain in silence, and didn't turn his head when he heard her footsteps coming. At the moment, he didn't know what to say.
WHERE: Just outside Denver, Colorado at Warren's house.
WHEN: This evening.
WARNINGS: Probably just bawwww aaaangst.
SUMMARY: Since quitting the X-Men, Warren and Ali have been laying low. Time for a talk.
FORMAT: Para
It'd been two weeks since they'd packed up and left, and Warren wasn't sure just yet if anything had changed. Though he'd had no reason to be falling back into his Death programming since the HIVE war ended, it didn't silence the psyche in his mind very much. There was so much quiet here--no neighbours for miles and miles--and that gave him plenty more time alone in his mind. It was loud, dark, and terrifying and no matter how much peace and quiet and meditation and distraction he tried, Warren just couldn't silence it. Nor could he embrace it. The fact that he was still at that crossroads with himself, not knowing who or what he was anymore, made him feel pathetically hopeless.
But he wasn't hurting anyone, and that was the important thing. There was no blood on his hands here, and he was isolated from doing so. Here, he could sit out on the edge of the cliff every single day and torture himself as much as he wanted, and no one else would die.
People seemed to be doing fine without him. Two trips back into the city to check on the businesses said as such, and he kept his distance from his old team.
It didn't change the fact that he still had the burden of his possibly impending death on his mind, nor did it change the fact that Ali had given up a lot to come out this way to be with him. As grateful as he was, Warren did feel bad about it, and wondered if she was as miserable as he seemed to feel. Piotr's words from the other day were still running through his mind, too. Was Alison safe here? How big was that possibility that she'd get hurt trying this with him? It was such a stupid, constant worry that she'd been trying to shake him loose of for almost an entire year now, and Warren was still driving himself crazy with it.
So he continued to perch and brood on the edge of the mountain in silence, and didn't turn his head when he heard her footsteps coming. At the moment, he didn't know what to say.