Hm. [She's not so sure on that one swamp rat, but she didn't fight the statement. He has matured.]
Ah could make things more difficult. [She drawled low, and it's difficult to tell whether it's more of a threat or a suggestion. Probably a bit of both. There's no effort to shift herself or stop the trail of her fingertips though, and she grew quiet and thoughtful as she watched herself.] Ah hate that they can just turn it off, like it ain't but a switch.
[The mind control was one thing, something they've both learned to manage at least, but being able to just turn off their abilities? Specifically her touch so that they can push her into dubious situations? It's terrifyingly invasive.]
Ya say that like I don't already know that. [Remy's own tone unclear on if he was taking it as a threat or suggestion, nor the smile he gave to it. Let's face it, it's not like he really took many of her threats seriously, even back in the day when they were followed up with a punch. Even then he had enough trust she wouldn't intentionally hurt him.
That smile slipped however to a softer expression, a more sympathetic one as he moved to carefully lean into her hair, pressing a kiss against it and staying close.] 'm sorry, Anna.
Just like to remind you. Case you forget in your old age. [She rumbled, the tone leaning more toward a tease than the threat, especially when he leaned in close, her features taking on more of the feelings as the bubbled up to the surface. Her eyes fluttered close as she inhaled deep the familiar scent of him and them, focusing on the warmth and the things that ground her more than she's willing to admit.]
Ah just hate that they can an' ah still can't. Never really have neither.
[Either it was dampened or taken away, or it was Charles flipping a switch in her head. Never had she learned to control her mutation.]
[Remy let out a sarcastic laugh to her comment, but teamed it up with a real smile, showing he didn't take her joking serious at all.
Though it didn't last long, turning to something still equally as real and open, still warm, but more sympathetic as she spoke, holding her close in silence for a moment before speaking.] Still believe ya will Anna, one day. [She's too stubborn to not find a way. Just... with time. And support. Which he was more than ready to give both of those in abundance.]
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Ah could make things more difficult. [She drawled low, and it's difficult to tell whether it's more of a threat or a suggestion. Probably a bit of both. There's no effort to shift herself or stop the trail of her fingertips though, and she grew quiet and thoughtful as she watched herself.] Ah hate that they can just turn it off, like it ain't but a switch.
[The mind control was one thing, something they've both learned to manage at least, but being able to just turn off their abilities? Specifically her touch so that they can push her into dubious situations? It's terrifyingly invasive.]
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That smile slipped however to a softer expression, a more sympathetic one as he moved to carefully lean into her hair, pressing a kiss against it and staying close.] 'm sorry, Anna.
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Ah just hate that they can an' ah still can't. Never really have neither.
[Either it was dampened or taken away, or it was Charles flipping a switch in her head. Never had she learned to control her mutation.]
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Though it didn't last long, turning to something still equally as real and open, still warm, but more sympathetic as she spoke, holding her close in silence for a moment before speaking.] Still believe ya will Anna, one day. [She's too stubborn to not find a way. Just... with time. And support. Which he was more than ready to give both of those in abundance.]