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james "logan" howlett | wolverine ([personal profile] el_paso) wrote2017-03-07 01:16 am
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[personal profile] greyate 2017-08-08 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She had wanted to help him. But using her telepathy hadn't been apart of the equation. Until it apparently was. Her fear is palpable and she feels like she could choke on it until Logan gives her those words of encouragement. A gentle touch full of trust and, for a moment, she feels like she can believe it.

Jean gives another nod and moves to get off the horse. Before Logan can protest, she adds quietly, ]


Just in case.

[ She's not even sure what will happen but she doesn't want to risk Logan or Chuck in case... anything bad happens. She gives Chuck a gentle pat to his neck before moving away and walking forward towards the mare. Once she feels she's at a good distance from both, she stops and tries to calm herself. Closes her eyes and tries not to think about what happened on that outpost. Vicious fire and malice flashes at the forefront of her mind's eye and she shakes her head. She forces them away.

Jumps far back, to when the Professor taught her how to first use her telepathy. She raises a hand up to her head, two fingers at her temple. Like it was a button to press. Something she can control. Slowly, carefully, reach out. Breathe in, breathe out.

She feels the mare's unease, fear. Jean's heart goes out to it, trying to soothe it. It's okay. You know us. We just want to help you. Keep you safe. The mare whinnies and tosses her head a few times, looking like she might run again, but Jean persists, continuing in her attempts to calm it.

It's okay.

Finally, the mare goes quiet and starts to walk over to them. Jean opens her eyes when she can hear the hooves close by and lowers her hand from her temple slowly as the mare approaches her. When it stops in front of her, and it doesn't flinch from her as she moves her hand to its nose, Jean finally smiles. Relieved, blinking back tears. She rubs up and down the mare's nose and then does the same for the neck before pressing her face against it. ]


Good girl. Good girl.