The Angel In Armani

#Tch. #That's a smile more suited for scaring children given the day

Wed, 31 Oct 2012 20:57:22 -0400

angelinarmani:

You must think me very cold to say such a thing…

Please. [rolls her eyes, crossing her arms over her stomach] Am I supposed to think you’re warm, then? Given everything that has happened?

I would have made you my queen once, if you’d only accepted me…

In Dreams | @Betsy

Wed, 31 Oct 2012 20:53:59 -0400

psylockexx:

She shut her eyes, leaning into the feather light touch before reaching up to cover his hand with her own, holding it in place as she pressed a kiss to it. The same warmth. The same feel. Earlier, the same smell of expensive aftershave and the fainter sent that was so uniquely Warren. She let herself bask in it, she didn’t want to wake up, god she never did if it meant having him here, but that was selfish…that wasn’t something that could be done.

She stilled as her eyes shot open in surprise, her heart seizing in her throat. “You…” she breathed in quiet disbelief, unable to finish the sentence, unable to fully comprehend in that very moment what he said. She looked up at him, violet eyes shining as they searched out blue, as if she could read deeper than into his mind, as if this would tell her everything about him that she still hadn’t figured out yet. “Your future…” Her brow furrowed, jaw clenching, she thumped him on the chest with a closed fist. “You idiot…” she said quietly, barely above a whisper. “Y-y-you stupid idiot, you tell me now. You…you..” She pressed her lips together to hide the trembling of her bottom lip.

Her entire body shivered now as their dark world grew colder still, despite her being right in front of Warren. Oh god, she was waking wasn’t she. “When we see each other again, ask me. Ask me you idiot, or I swear…” she took in a shaky breath, “I swear that I’ll hit you harder than that” It was a weak threat but their time was running short. She bit back the quiet sob before she pushed her hands into his hair, pulling his face down and kissing him back fiercely, pouring everything into it. «Come home Warren, come home and ask me properly or I swear I’ll tell our children what a horrible man their father is.» She pulled back slightly, pressing her forehead to his as tears slid down her cheeks again, “I love you. I love you, god Warren I love you, please come home..” she whispered, breath hitching at the end.

Betsy hadn’t hit him anywhere near hard enough for it to really hurt, but as Warren found himself tugged down by fading hands, kissing her back just as desperately as she kissed him in the hopes that somehow he might keep her there, he clung to that phantom sensation of her fists: savouring the knowledge that whatever had hit him had been solid and real.

Feeling the lump that was rising fast in his throat now, he found her wrists and clutched at them tightly; but already, the warmth in her skin was gone. Only another moment or so, and she’d be-…

“I promise,” he whispered hurriedly against her lips, voice hoarse with emotion. “I promise, I’ll come home… Just wait for me… I love you so much, Bets - wait for me, and I’ll be back before you kn-…”

His fingers closed on cold, empty air, and he suddenly found himself speaking to nothing: the words trailing off in the manner of one waking up to find themselves in the middle of sleep-talking. He stood there for a long moment, completing the sentence in a murmur though he barely knew why he did so. Perhaps it was to reassure himself that she’d definitely been there, only seconds before… perhaps it was because the sound of a voice - even his own - made the darkness seem less desolate.

But deep down, in his gut, Warren knew he was alone now: alone, and trapped, with no guarantee of any escape, no matter how many promises he made. Wherever he was, it had reduced him to a mere figment in Betsy’s mind - and everyone knew how easily dreams were forgotten from the moment the dreamer woke up…

#You know me - here for your perverse pleasure #/deadpan

Wed, 31 Oct 2012 20:37:42 -0400

psylockexx:

angelinarmani:

psylockexx:

Archangel…

Lovely as ever, I see… even in spite of not sleeping well…?

I’d respond to that, but we both know you’re not interested in the answer.

You must think me very cold to say such a thing…

cmac93: Finally got my hands on the X-Force Deadpool and...

Wed, 31 Oct 2012 20:34:38 -0400

cmac93:

Finally got my hands on the X-Force Deadpool and Fantomex! This completes my Marvel Legends Uncanny X-Force collection. =]

#I would say it's lovely to see you on the Astral Plane but we both know that's a lie

Wed, 31 Oct 2012 20:34:27 -0400

psylockexx:

Archangel…

Lovely as ever, I see… even in spite of not sleeping well…?

A New Friend~

Wed, 31 Oct 2012 20:28:30 -0400

lil—enchantress:

She let him go, looking to him with a smile. “You can be my new friend, I don’t have many… Not a lot of people like the stuff I do.” She rolled her eyes, “you cause a few major accidents and suddenly everyone’s like, ‘you can’t use your magic like that Sylvie, you have to stop hurting people for fun.” She shook her head slightly looking to him. “Would you care? It’s not like I have much of a choice anyway, it’s addictive and my magic demands chaos…” Even now, from being asleep for to long she could feel her magic tugging at her, demanding she used it for something destructive, but something was stopping her, as if this room contained most of her magic to her. It was driving her insane.

Archangel watched her wordlessly, letting her babble rinse over him without paying much attention to it; until she hit on a certain word. “… Chaos?” His bloody eyes turned on her again, calm and sharp and murderously astute. “… I see. Your power feeds off disruption and anguish…” She feeds off it… What an intriguing creature she is…

For the first time since he’d awoken, the Horseman felt the slightest hint of a smile chill his lips - the expression rife with satisfaction, and utterly devoid of warmth. “The Doctor has no idea of what he’s dealing with,” he murmured softly, still watching Sylvie. “You and I… We are far too great to be contained by this place…”

blade-of-woe: Archangel and Psylocke by =Fastfood

Wed, 31 Oct 2012 20:14:15 -0400

blade-of-woe:

Archangel and Psylocke by =Fastfood

A New Friend~

Mon, 22 Oct 2012 14:56:14 -0400

lil—enchantress:

She blinked easily at him, her head tilting to the side ever so slightly as she took in his words. “Archangel’s not a name… It’s a title. I think of a new new for you it’s okay… I’m…” She thought for a moment, a small frown on her face as she slowly remembered, it was there, only at the back of her very mind, hard to reach almost but it came slowly to her. “Sylvie!” Although it sounded foreign to her.
Although another word caught her interest too, “Doctor? But I’m not sick, I don’t get sick… I usually can heal myself.” She giggled lightly, “your eyes are pretty.” She pulled away for the moment, looking around the room, trying to remember how it was she got there. She tried hard, to the point her mind started to hurt a little, but all she could remember were some fuzzy shapes and a pain in her neck, she rubbed the spot thoughtfully, but felt nothing there that would give her any clue. She sighed, things would reveal themselves in time she supposed.

She floated around the room once more before she turned back to Archangel, zooming down to right in front of him. “I know!!” She cried happily, “I’ll call you Annie!! Short for Anarchy!” She smiled very pleased with herself so she hugged him. He looked lonely anyway..

Archangel watched with unfaltering impassiveness as she burbled out a stream of inane and apparently unending nonsense, his gaze resting on her even as his attention wandered away. Her sudden presence right in front of his face drew it back again a few moments later, however, and his eyebrows rose slowly at her proclamation. “… ‘Annie’,” he repeated, both syllables soft and perfectly enunciated. His tone did not suggest approval; but if he’d been about to make any further remarks, he was cut off as the girl threw her arms about him, hugging him as though she expected him to feel like an oversized teddybear. He looked down at her, bloody eyes narrowing incredulously. “Release me, child.”

In Dreams | @Betsy

Mon, 22 Oct 2012 11:54:11 -0400

psylockexx:

She tensed slightly, not because he was near, but because she hated crying, she hated when people caught her out, but it just couldn’t be helped here. The potential of this moment being only a dream, the thought of this being the last time it was actually Warren and not that bloodthirsty bastard, the thought that (dream or not) Warren still worried about her even when he was—.
The second he wrapped his arms around her, the cold feeling went away and in its place was warmth, and something that just seemed to tell her ‘good, safe, home.’ And she wondered to herself how long she thought of Warren as just that, being safe, being home. She didn’t even try to argue against it because it just felt…right. Closing her eyes briefly, she gave a small, slightly imperceptible nod. Curling her hands over his arms, she held onto him as he did her. “I think we both do…when the other is in danger,” she said quietly, amused for a brief moment before the expression fell. It felt silly sometimes to think about it, that they were both the type that if they could move mountains for the other, they would, but it made sense. In regards to the waking comment, she couldn’t stay even if she wanted to. The hold on his hands tightened for a moment as she let herself calm down, as she let the anger, the irritation, and the pain from moments ago ebb away. “Ok…”

She was right, of course: neither one could ever be fully sane while the other was in danger; but that one, final word from her lifted the pall that hung over them like a heavy shroud, and he turned her about with a faint sigh of relief.

They couldn’t have much time left… He wasn’t absolutely certain of the flow of time here, but it was likely it wouldn’t match the one outside his mind or her dream. Looking down at her, still bitterly lamenting how many minutes they’d wasted arguing, he brushed her hair back and fought the lump in his throat - soaking in every last detail of her in one last effort to engrave her on his memory. To make it last, in case this really was goodbye for good.

“I would’ve married you.” The words were blurted before he even knew they were out: inelegant, honest, tinged with desperation - wanting her to know exactly how much she’d meant to him, still meant to him because dammit, what kind of idiot would he be to give up on a life with someone like her so easily? “I was going to ask… I’d ask you right now if that was fair, but-…” He gave a weak smile, shivering a little as the cold started to creep back in. “But it isn’t. Not here; not right now… I just wanted you to know-… that I would have. If things hadn’t gone wrong. I think someone deserves to know when they become someone else’s future. That’s all.”

ozryel: Psylocke & Archangel: Crimson Dawn #1 The Empire...

Mon, 22 Oct 2012 07:10:37 -0400

ozryel:

Psylocke & Archangel: Crimson Dawn #1

The Empire State Building… ten minutes later.

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A New Friend~

Thu, 18 Oct 2012 20:15:22 -0400

lil—enchantress:

Sylvie felt strange, she had been unconscious for far to long, her muscles were totally relaxed and she still felt awfully heavy. Having always had the power of flight she was always used to being lighter. Slowly, as if it were being pulled with weights attached, her mind and body slowly woke up. She made a small noise and she blinked, the light hurting her eyes after being trapped in darkness for so long. She yawned before she pulled herself up slowly, still not looking around as she rubbed her eyes. She could feel her magic inside of her, already making her feel lighter, she floated up a little and stretched, suddenly looking around and not recognizing anything. She turned in the air, only to catch something shiny, she looked down to see a man there with wings…

She floated down to look at him, “who’re you?” She reached out and poked his cheek gently, “and why are you blue?”

It was an awful thing to admit, but it hadn’t taken much effort on Dark Beast’s part to release Archangel from his cage. Already exhausted from having been hounded endlessly through the pitch darkness of his own mind, Warren had fallen easily when the time came: broken and bloodied by the monster, bound in chains and pinned savagely with stakes conjured by Archangel’s own hand. Here, in this brain that he shared, he could do anything once he was loose; create anything, destroy anything. He was a god in a playground limited only by imagination - and no amount of imagination could save one lonely, defenseless little bird from his vengeance now that he was free…

So with Warren now imprisoned far beyond even Braddock’s reach, Archangel had woken to find himself a plaything of McCoy’s doppleganger; not something he could confess himself to being overly content with, but the doctor would be easy enough to overpower when the time came… For now, he’d bide his time. Get his bearings.

Wait for the right moment to strike.

He’d quickly come to realise once he was conscious that he was not the only subject the scientist had managed to acquire from himself. He’d been watching the little blonde girl across the lab for some time now, observing the way her powers seemed to fluctuate even in her sedated state; evaluating her potential uses as an ally should the opportunity arise. One thing that hadn’t become apparent until she’d come to, however, was that there was not an ounce of fear in her. The man watched her steadily as she floated in front of him, prodding his cheek with a soft finger and peering at him curiously.

“My name,” he said slowly, ignoring her second question, “is Archangel; though I doubt it’s of much consequence here. The Doctor assigned me a designation, as he did you…” He held her gaze with red eyes, their colour glistening like blood in the lights. “I must admit, I was beginning to wonder when - or if - you would ever wake up…”

bottlenecker: Archangel, Fantomex, and Dark Beast in Uncanny...

Thu, 18 Oct 2012 15:46:29 -0400

bottlenecker:

Archangel, Fantomex, and Dark Beast in Uncanny X-Force #18.

Art by Jerome Opeña and Dean White (check out the details in the color!)

You threaten torture. You are plainly monsters. Demons.

Thu, 18 Oct 2012 10:48:27 -0400

You threaten torture. You are plainly monsters. Demons.

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In Dreams | @Betsy

Thu, 18 Oct 2012 10:09:00 -0400

psylockexx:

She breathed a quiet and humourless laugh, shaking her head slightly. “For us, yes. For them…” she trailed off and screwed her eyes shut, the things that happened to them, the changes in their minds…god save them all for what will happen to Warren and Sylvie if taking them back takes too long. She wiped at her eyes, torn between looking at Warren and keeping her back to him, needing with every fiber of her being to see him, to commit him to memory, to remember every damn detail because she knew deep within her heart that the next time she saw him, it wouldn’t be her Warren anymore.

He caught the movement as she dried her cheeks and instantly regretted his outburst. God, he was an idiot… What the hell were they fighting for? Days, weeks or maybe even months in this place, alone, freezing, and-… why not admit it? Scared half out of his mind, and then suddenly here was Betsy, the woman he adored, the woman who had been his dying thought, and he was making her cry…

… You’re a jackass, Worthington.

It took some effort to close the distance between them again, but he braved it, and when he finally reached her he took hold of her shoulders from behind - risking her ire willingly because who knew if he’d ever see her again after this?

“Honey, I’m sorry,” he whispered, fingers curling about the tops of her arms as he pressed his nose to her hair. “I’m sorry - I shouldn’t’ve-… the thought of losing you just turns me into a moron, that’s all… let’s not fight? Please?” He swallowed against the lump in his throat and wrapped his arms about her, the difference in their heights sufficient for him to tuck her head under his chin as he did so. “I know you’ll have to go soon; you have to wake up sometime. Can’t expect you to stay asleep forever,” he murmured, and though he tried to hide it, there was utter misery in his tone. “So let’s not fight… and I won’t make you cry anymore. Alright…?”

the-x-gene: X-Men Season One by Dennis Hopeless and Jamie...

Thu, 18 Oct 2012 09:54:19 -0400

the-x-gene:

X-Men Season One by Dennis Hopeless and Jamie McKelvie