"Gee, I Wouldn't Know, I'm Ace."

"Gee, I wouldn't know, I'm ace."

"Also I'm more turned on when it's someone I've been emotionally intimate for a long time."

“What’s wrong? Too hot for you?”

She sighed laying her head back against the edge. She thinks about the bad blood that not only began when he blasted off her arm, but also for the envy she held for him because he was the one Jean reciprocated feelings to. On top of that, she often was handed reports of Scott’s actions from overseas so as to create a plan of attack in order to protect citizens, both human and mutant alike. This during her time as MI5 of course.

Her stomach felt like there was a heavy pit any time she recieved such reports. He was better than her in so many ways yet he had started to stoop so low. There was no enjoyment upon knowing what he did while she was what was considered at the top. But in the end they had both fallen. Stooping low. Taking another deep breathe, she considered his words. He was right, she cared about them. She tried to do as much as she could for them in MI5, and even now she would continue to do so.

She had missed so much in their times of need. She wasn’t there when they needed her the most. She needed to be here for this one. To help them now, as a way of coming back and making up for it. This wasn’t about Scott and their bad blood. This was about helping the ones she cared for the most. Kicking Scott right where the sun didn’t shine could wait. This event couldn’t. Sighing again, calmer now, the black veins faintly visible now, she turned at him.

“You are right about me caring about them. So how can I help? I’m listening.”

When Friends Know No Better

“I don’t know if I wanna hug you, kiss you, or kick your ass.”

“...”

“I think I’m gonna do all the above”

“Not a prob.” 

"When I was younger, matter to me who it was I with, be it a boy or girl, as long as they made laugh with who they were. I was pretty sure I was in the ace-lesbian area.”

 “I hung around with a lot of guys, but I didn’t really feel anything for guys ‘till Logan crashed on the doorstep. Even then that took a while to realize.”

“Which is a part of this. Taking time. So take all the time you need though. There’s really not a rush with this. I think it’s a good thing you’re taking the breaks. That’s growth.”

“The professor waited for a good moment so nobody really was there to peep in. He helped me from feeling so scared. He told me to be proud of who I was in that aspect, as well as my ‘mutation’. But it kinda sucked knowing the two people I loved the most were unreachable for a lot of reasons. They pined each other and I didn’t see me being in that mix, to be honest.”

Immediately she takes a double look as she scoots back upon realizing he had a fucking dragon. Her wand was useless in this situation, cause there was a chance of being burned to a crisp. She sat in shock and awe as she saw the details of the dragon coming into full view.

She removes her hand away from her wand and shows both of them to him, indicating she doesn’t want to hurt him. And she doesn’t wish to be hurt either.

“I’m uh, Dana. If this area’s yours I’ll leave. I-I don’t want any trouble, please.”

She’s a little scared and she’s starting to take the stuff that was out back into her backpack, getting ready to leave immediately, as soon as her knees stop trembling.

Dark times of the Scaled Sides

“I--Wha--HOW???? How did you burn your clothes, don’t you have that fire under lock and key anytime you wanna roast some ‘mallows’?”

“I know I have a lot of clothes spanning different decades but...I don’t know if they’ll fit any of you.”

“I accidentally… burned my clothes. Do you have any I can borrow?”