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[neveraskedtwice]

There's very little Emma likes about the island and less she'll admit to liking. Sometimes she likes the quiet - not that of her absent powers, but the moments she can have to herself, no one else around. There are plenty of people here she knows, but she doesn't want to speak to most of them. They're assholes at best and self-righteous and she

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[risesagain]

Exhaling roughly Jean rolls her eyes as she folds her arms against her chest. She's certainly in no mood to put up with whatever taunting Emma has in store. Can't she get at least one day that doesn't have some sort of reminder that she's there?

"No there's not," she says before the full weight of Emma standing there hits her. Maybe it's the light or the strange fluttering feeling that has just popped up. Standing there in the sweltering heat with the humidity from the falls Emma Frost looks beautiful.

How strange that she didn't get that before.

[neveraskedtwice]

Suddenly, Emma's all too glad of that. The realization makes something twist in her stomach, entirely taken aback. Jean's the last person she should want around - she's smarter, more powerful, more beautiful, as good as a person can possibly be and still, somewhere under that, there's a hint of ruthlessness Emma's not sure she fully appreciated before.

It leaves her flustered and she hates being flustered, hates struggling to cover her uncertainty. "Well," she says, trying to look away from how startlingly green Jean's eyes are, "I suppose we'll just have to learn to live with that."

[risesagain]

Prone to falling back into the childish gestures of fidgeting when nervous, Jean tucks her hair behind her ear. Letting out something that sounds foolishly like a giggle, she's more concerned about what might be happening without her knowing than the fact that she never realised that Emma's hair really is that blonde.

She could have sworn it was fake. "I guess we shall. Won't we?"

[neveraskedtwice]

Just as disconcerting is that Jean suddenly doesn't just seem nice in a goody goody way - she seems nice, like she genuinely doesn't mind that Emma's there. The thought startles her even as it makes her heart skip a beat.

She hasn't had butterflies in her stomach like this since - well, she doesn't know when, doesn't care to think about it. The men have always been trouble or toys and Ian turned out not to have been worth being either.

"I was going swimming," she says, sharp and a little strangled. "I didn't come to disturb you. I'll just... be on my way."