by Miriam Bell » Tue Jan 09, 2024 7:24 pm
"Never one to let a hornet's nest go unpoked." she nettles but Sam can tell her heart's not in it. Even she has to admit that there's been too many times that the approach Sam, Will and hell the X-Men in general used worked better than her own of what... doubling down on bad decisions? Hoping for the best? Wallowing in her fate? She did help put Will back together, but by and large it was them dragging her out of tight spots. At what point do you admit they're not being sanctimonious but simply right? A while ago, she realizes.
The transition back into the real world is unceremonious. The metaphors fade and they wake from that half-sleep of deep telepathy. However, the walls of the room have been replaced with old, exposed and weathered brick and thick, gnarled roots and branches grow from the, enough to create a dense tangle of canopy above them and encircle the couch with shrubs and brambles.