78. Warren's Wing
"Hey." A quiet voice speaks up from the doorway to our room. I sit up on the bed where I was lay.
"Warren!" The surprise is evident in my voice.
"So, I spoke to Scott." He fiddles with the collar of his open trench coat. Oh god.
"Yeah?" Is the only response I can manage, yet the fact he's here is a sign it went well.
"Yeah," He walks over and perches awkward on the bed beside me. "I'm sorry."
"Warren, you don't need to-"
"Yes, I do." He cuts in. "I decided that hating and ignoring you would be easier than admitting I was scared."
"I understand." I say simply.
"You did really scare me that day. I won't hide that now - I was terrified." His gaze drops with his confession. I place my hand on his, and he flinches slightly but does not pull away. "But then I started to remember. I remembered who you were. I remembered all of the things you've done for Scott. I remembered that the only reason you hurt me was because you were trying to save innocent people and it got too much."
He wriggles his right shoulder about under his jacket, indicating obvious discomfort.
"Why don't you take that off?" I suggest. He doesn't have to hide his wings from me. He turns to face me on the bed.
"You sure?" He seems surprised, though I have no idea why. Does he think there's something wrong with his mutation?
"Of course." I smile. I take hold of each side of the trench coat and push it backwards slowly. It soon falls back onto the bed and his spectacular wings are revealed. I can't help but marvel at their beauty, as I do every time I see them.
"You've got to understand," He continues. "I don't think I'll be very comfortable around you when you're using your mutation. And I'm really sorry, I'm just-"
"It's okay. I get it. The same thing happened with Bobby." It's true. Before, I would've been hurt but Warren's words, but now they don't faze me much. I'm used to it. My ability is destructive, I see that.
"Are you sure? I don't want you to think I'm a total douche!" He looks up at me now and I notice that he's blushing slightly.
"You're not." I smile reassuringly. I look to his wings again; they really are spectacular! "Can I- Can I touch them?"
"My wings? Ummm... Yeah, I guess." He seems confused at my request. I shuffle around on the bed until I am sat beside him. Raising my hand slowly, I expect Warren to pull away from my touch. Instead, when my fingers make contact with his soft, white feathers, I hear his sharp intake of breath, but feel no movement. I am silently grateful.
"They're so soft." Is all that I can say. He laughs slightly.
I watch my hand as my fingers glide over the feathers. I stop abruptly when I reach a small area where there is noticeably less coverage than anywhere else. This is where I burnt him. My eyes snap up to meet his and we stay there for a moment looking into each other's eyes. His eyes are so perfect and blue. He really does have the appearance of an angel.
"Thank you." I whisper, removing my hand from his wing. "For forgiving me, I mean."
He clears his throat. "No, of course. It's fine." He replies awkwardly.
"I'll see you tomorrow then?" I push myself back on the bed slightly, distancing myself from the boy in front of me.
"Sure." He stands, and bends down to retrieve his jacket, but I put my hand on it first.
"Don't hide who you are." I say simply, before removing my hand. He nods silently, takes up the trench coat and heads to the door. I can't help but keep my eyes locked on his wings as he walks away.
"Oh, hi." I look up when I hear Warren's awkward greeting and smile when I see Scott in the doorway.
"Hi." Scott replies bluntly. What? I thought they were okay now!
Once Warren has disappeared from sight, Scott wanders over and sits beside me before kissing me hello.
"What's up with you and Warren? I thought you guys stopped this whole macho, alpha male thing?" I wrinkle my nose in confusion.
"I just want to make sure he knows you're mine!" He growls, sounding surprisingly sexy.
"I'm sure he does already, Scott. It's not like we're very private about our relationship!" I laugh.
"True." He smiles now. "I just get jealous sometimes, because I know how much you like his mutation."
"You do?" How does he know that? I then realize that Scott probably wouldn’t appreciate that response and clear my throat awkwardly. "I mean, yes, Warren's mutation is beautiful but you have to admit," I lower my voice. "It's not very practical or useful. Yours, however, is amazing. It's one of the reasons I fell in love with you in the first place."
"But I can't control my mutation. It's destructive and unpredictable."
"And part of you, Scott Summers." I add, resting my forehead against his. "And I love you." He sighs quietly.
"I love you too, Evelyn."
"Good." I kiss him quickly. "Now here's something Warren's mutation definitely won't be getting him!"
I pull Scott's body against mine and kiss him passionately. I can tell that he most likely wants to make a comment about when I kissed Warren, but he resists. He instead chooses to moan my name softly and run his fingers through my hair before turning his attention back to my lips and kissing me again. Wow. I Really do love him!