Log: Jubilee & Namor - Stars
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Jubilee steals something she's been wanting.
“Do you think we’ll ever live up there?”
Jubilee was currently flat on her back on the lawn a few meters away from the lake, her eyes fixated on the night sky above them.
She was getting the most out of the heat before Autumn and a need to dress in ridiculous amounts of clothing to keep warm were here. It wouldn’t be so bad if she could keep some kind of insulation but given everything, she rarely had calories to spare.
Her answer came in the soft sound of shuffling paper and a low, knowing chuckle. Namor sat idling going over his own set of star charts – collated, notated, and clearly analyzed beforehand.
"The fathomless, skittering spiders that live between the stars will consume all we hold dear first," he remarked like a fact.
“Nah, you’d kick their ass and I’d steal all their cool tech and secrets before they even realized we were there.”
Jubilee rolled onto her stomach and placed her hands under her chin as she grinned up at him.
“Don’t tell me you wouldn’t enjoy the challenge.”
He met her eyes first before drawing up to stare into space. Considering. "I have heard your tall tales of ancient warriors who long to die in a worthy challenge. They, like all creatures of fiction, are fools. I am a king. I would sacrifice myself to the beasts of the heavens if only to rescue my people."
“It would be a colder universe with you gone from it,” Jubilee didn’t bother to pretend it was a joke, or lighten the mood afterwards. She pondered him from her position, regal jaw and all as he gazed upwards before giving herself a wry smile and pushing upwards onto her palms and knees. She would eventually end up fully sitting up, why rush?
"I am a king," and there wasn't a lick or irony of self-deprecation in the repetition, but something near confidence blooming from a mantra. He was still staring up like the heavens held answers. "My very presence enriches the age, even if my influence wanes. A throne amidst ruins." The silence hung, weighty, before Namor tentatively managed a question. "What do you," and this was a broad pronoun that could have equally been just Jubilee or mutants or humankind, "see there?"
“In the stars or you?”
Jubilee pushed herself backwards into a sitting position finally, following the line of his gaze to the stars above. She could go for the easy compliments and could feed his ego but it wouldn’t mean a thing. She was too used to the job and too used to using words to find a way past those who might otherwise be on their guard.
"I have a distaste for pointless questions, Jubilation Lee." A correction delivered with closed eyes and a deep sigh. "The pressure of the deep has made me into a diamond. Resolute. Unable to be scathed. Yet when I look up, I see star charts. Maps to places that no longer exist."
“Dude, you are like the hardest person to flirt with I have ever met,” Jubilee noted with rolled eyes but she turned her gaze back upward to give his question proper consideration. “It depends a lot on the person, you know. Someone like Kyle, he’d have a bunch of English-lit poems he could spout off cause the man is a brain even if he acts like a jock. Me? I can tell a lot of pretty lies. But they’re just lights, and they like, have no relevance to what I need to do, or any of the things that matter any time soon.”
He was no longer looking at the stars. "My darling Jubilation, dangerous of you to think my affections can be so easily strung. Trust that I am not flirting with you. Were I, you would be keenly aware."
“No fair,” Jubilee’s smile widened though, and her gaze met his. “How am I ever gonna get to see you flirt with someone if not me?”
"I cannot and will not be baited into a trap so obvious," he punctuated with the rise of a single, pointed eyebrow. Namor leaned in toward her. "If I want something, I will take it. You were glorious once, to me, but where is that thief now?"
Jubilee’s eyes widened slightly before she returned his raised eyebrow with one of her own. She’d been going about this all wrong apparently.
“Oh Namor, I’m still just as glorious as you remember.”
She leaned up and stole a kiss, just one of the many treasures she intended to steal tonight.
Jubilee steals something she's been wanting.
“Do you think we’ll ever live up there?”
Jubilee was currently flat on her back on the lawn a few meters away from the lake, her eyes fixated on the night sky above them.
She was getting the most out of the heat before Autumn and a need to dress in ridiculous amounts of clothing to keep warm were here. It wouldn’t be so bad if she could keep some kind of insulation but given everything, she rarely had calories to spare.
Her answer came in the soft sound of shuffling paper and a low, knowing chuckle. Namor sat idling going over his own set of star charts – collated, notated, and clearly analyzed beforehand.
"The fathomless, skittering spiders that live between the stars will consume all we hold dear first," he remarked like a fact.
“Nah, you’d kick their ass and I’d steal all their cool tech and secrets before they even realized we were there.”
Jubilee rolled onto her stomach and placed her hands under her chin as she grinned up at him.
“Don’t tell me you wouldn’t enjoy the challenge.”
He met her eyes first before drawing up to stare into space. Considering. "I have heard your tall tales of ancient warriors who long to die in a worthy challenge. They, like all creatures of fiction, are fools. I am a king. I would sacrifice myself to the beasts of the heavens if only to rescue my people."
“It would be a colder universe with you gone from it,” Jubilee didn’t bother to pretend it was a joke, or lighten the mood afterwards. She pondered him from her position, regal jaw and all as he gazed upwards before giving herself a wry smile and pushing upwards onto her palms and knees. She would eventually end up fully sitting up, why rush?
"I am a king," and there wasn't a lick or irony of self-deprecation in the repetition, but something near confidence blooming from a mantra. He was still staring up like the heavens held answers. "My very presence enriches the age, even if my influence wanes. A throne amidst ruins." The silence hung, weighty, before Namor tentatively managed a question. "What do you," and this was a broad pronoun that could have equally been just Jubilee or mutants or humankind, "see there?"
“In the stars or you?”
Jubilee pushed herself backwards into a sitting position finally, following the line of his gaze to the stars above. She could go for the easy compliments and could feed his ego but it wouldn’t mean a thing. She was too used to the job and too used to using words to find a way past those who might otherwise be on their guard.
"I have a distaste for pointless questions, Jubilation Lee." A correction delivered with closed eyes and a deep sigh. "The pressure of the deep has made me into a diamond. Resolute. Unable to be scathed. Yet when I look up, I see star charts. Maps to places that no longer exist."
“Dude, you are like the hardest person to flirt with I have ever met,” Jubilee noted with rolled eyes but she turned her gaze back upward to give his question proper consideration. “It depends a lot on the person, you know. Someone like Kyle, he’d have a bunch of English-lit poems he could spout off cause the man is a brain even if he acts like a jock. Me? I can tell a lot of pretty lies. But they’re just lights, and they like, have no relevance to what I need to do, or any of the things that matter any time soon.”
He was no longer looking at the stars. "My darling Jubilation, dangerous of you to think my affections can be so easily strung. Trust that I am not flirting with you. Were I, you would be keenly aware."
“No fair,” Jubilee’s smile widened though, and her gaze met his. “How am I ever gonna get to see you flirt with someone if not me?”
"I cannot and will not be baited into a trap so obvious," he punctuated with the rise of a single, pointed eyebrow. Namor leaned in toward her. "If I want something, I will take it. You were glorious once, to me, but where is that thief now?"
Jubilee’s eyes widened slightly before she returned his raised eyebrow with one of her own. She’d been going about this all wrong apparently.
“Oh Namor, I’m still just as glorious as you remember.”
She leaned up and stole a kiss, just one of the many treasures she intended to steal tonight.
