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Jean stared out her window. Let her mind tick over all the people she had known. How many versions of them she had seen. There were so many things that she should tell them. So many things she should say. And so she would. Moving from the window, she sat down in front of her desk. Where she had sat so many times before. Pulling out paper, she started to write letters. Not so much letters, as pieces of paper with a few words on them. With just a thought, she could send them to whoever or wherever she needed to. Leave them in places they would be certain to find them.
For Scott, in the middle of his inbox, a slip of paper with the words "It was never your fault," written in an elegant hand.
Ororo, tucked up against one of her many plants another, proclaiming "Je me souviens." I will remember.
In a room at the end of the world, in a place that is not a place, where Rachel goes when she needs to be safe, another slip of paper. In the same elegant hand. Tucked beneath a sweater in a dresser drawer. "You were first, and will be last. I love you."
The last went to an elegant room, tucked itself under a designer dress that was draped across a chair, wiating for Emma Frost to claim it. "I'm sorry. For the past. I'm grateful, for the future."
Jean stared out the window. Let her mind tick over all the people she had cared about. How few of them there were. All the things that she should tell them. So many things she should say. But sometimes, the things that were unsaid, could be. If you were brave enough. It's better that way.
Muse: Jean Grey
Fandom: X-Men
For Scott, in the middle of his inbox, a slip of paper with the words "It was never your fault," written in an elegant hand.
Ororo, tucked up against one of her many plants another, proclaiming "Je me souviens." I will remember.
In a room at the end of the world, in a place that is not a place, where Rachel goes when she needs to be safe, another slip of paper. In the same elegant hand. Tucked beneath a sweater in a dresser drawer. "You were first, and will be last. I love you."
The last went to an elegant room, tucked itself under a designer dress that was draped across a chair, wiating for Emma Frost to claim it. "I'm sorry. For the past. I'm grateful, for the future."
Jean stared out the window. Let her mind tick over all the people she had cared about. How few of them there were. All the things that she should tell them. So many things she should say. But sometimes, the things that were unsaid, could be. If you were brave enough. It's better that way.
Muse: Jean Grey
Fandom: X-Men