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[speaksonlytruth]

"You've been saving that move, haven't you?"
There's a soft laugh with the words.

Jean is at the bar. Playing chess. With The Bar.

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[forgottenmotley]

"Of hope and dreams, life and space, so wandering through the desert waste I thought I spied upon the dunes a figure so fair, of burning flame. The Phoenix rises, rises once again," the Fool murmurs softly.

Then. "But a lot less feathers have yea than I thought."

[speaksonlytruth]

It's the meter more than the words that make her look over, interestingly enough. Especially as it is as much self-commentary as to her, perhaps, at the end.

Universal, more than personal?

"Would you have me bare a plume?"

[forgottenmotley]

The Fool's meter and verse tend to be a bit wonky at times, it can be admitted. "Why not?" He asks, bells ringing lightly as he does so.

[speaksonlytruth]

Jean looked up at the ceiling. The curve of her mouth puckered, gently, slowly. Half restraint, half temptation. The edges of her bearing almost seem to shiver.

"Do you think it would burn down?"

[forgottenmotley]

He looks up. "The bar? I think not. If anything there would be an indoor rain. I have been told it is possible in buildings, but I have yet to see it. Besides, if you were to return to flame and form I would think the outdoors would be best.

"I could get some marshmallows with chocolate even."

[speaksonlytruth]

Jean lifted her fingers from a chess piece. Turning her hand in the air, a tendril of flame started somewhere about the middle digits of her fingers on the outside, coiling along the skin of her fingers, following the turn of her hand until it was in her palm.

"I haven't tested how far I can go yet."

Though she means the sky, not the fire.

[forgottenmotley]

"As far as forever and back again, forever in time from beginning to end," the Fool says. He could be quoting something. Or perhaps not. It's hard to tell.

[speaksonlytruth]

"Outside of," she said with a soft whisper.

The last time she'd woken, woken without being born just like this, she had altered their whole timeline. Saved them, and in saving them given Scott into Emma's hands again.

[forgottenmotley]

"Outside of what?" The idea of being outside of time is something he wouldn't think of so he doesn't catch her meaning.

[speaksonlytruth]

Her voice is soft as she moves another pawn.

"Time. Beginnings. Endings. Being."

[forgottenmotley]

"You are without beginning and without end. When did you start when can you end?" He laughs softly. "Forever and ever you shall rise again."

With a finger he absently draws the infinity symbol on the bar's surface. As he's using no ink and the bar doesn't change colors as he does so, it just looks like he's twiddling. "Tisn't a bad thing much. I've had my own few rising and falls and rebirths."

[speaksonlytruth]

She stills sees it. She knows herself now. For so long thinking there were two, when there never really were. "It is what it is."

Celebration and Salute.

"The same for you and yours."

[forgottenmotley]

"You know who I am?" he asks curiously.

[speaksonlytruth]

Jean smile turn pleased. "A question I never asked you."

when he'd walked by speaking of who she was.

[forgottenmotley]

"You did not. But I suppose it is fair is fair. I did not ask who you were."

[speaksonlytruth]

"What shall we go, then?" Beat. "Who we are or what?"

But the twinkle of her fire-bright green eyes may have challenged, cheerfully pleased, whether either was actually different from the other. Especially where they came to it.