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Apr. 25th, 2011 01:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
The early years of her life aside, Layla hadn't spent much time wrapped up in luxury. She'd gone from orphanage to what was effectively the team's Bowery barracks to run-down, borderline post-apocalyptic ruins. The island wasn't bad, although real mattresses, couches, pretty much anything from Pottery Barn would have been nice. As much as she enjoyed her living situation, particularly that time spent in bed- at least since she and Jamie had gotten their acts together- she was immediately aware that whatever situation she was waking up to was better. She shifted a little as she woke up, groggily recognizing the feel of soft, airy cotton sheets dragging against her skin, tangentially aware of a soft pliant mattress beneath her that didn't sag or give any hint as to what was holding it up. Real luxury.
The air didn't smell like the island air. To begin with, it was crisp, void of humidity, vaguely pine-scented. She cracked one eye open toward the nearest source of light, which was coming in a broad balcony window that framed the forested mountains beyond. It was breathtaking. Also, highly unexpected.
I know this view, but not because I've seen it before. Not exactly. I know I'm looking out at Latveria from the exquisite stone framing of my room's balcony the same way I know what kind of crap Rahne tries to pull after she gets all preggers- because my future self told me so. Kinda sorta. Anyway, I know for sure I don't arrive in Latveria by just waking up- wearing the clothes I went to sleep in, or lack thereof, on the island- in a guest suite. Which means this is... All wrong.
I also know that I don't turn up with anyone else in tow.
Layla pushed herself up onto her elbows, looking around the room from behind a messy fall of blond hair before her gaze landed on the sleeping Jamie Madrox beside her.
He was probably gonna freak out. She sort of wanted to let him sleep and just.... avoid that, for a while. Maybe get up, take the tour, figure out what the what was happening, and then come back. If he woke up while she was gone, though, he'd probably freak out more.
She reached over and shook his shoulder gently.
"Jamie." She tapped him, realizing what the result would be if they were, indeed, in Latveria and, therefore, home (or somewhere like it).
"Jamies. Wake up."
The air didn't smell like the island air. To begin with, it was crisp, void of humidity, vaguely pine-scented. She cracked one eye open toward the nearest source of light, which was coming in a broad balcony window that framed the forested mountains beyond. It was breathtaking. Also, highly unexpected.
I know this view, but not because I've seen it before. Not exactly. I know I'm looking out at Latveria from the exquisite stone framing of my room's balcony the same way I know what kind of crap Rahne tries to pull after she gets all preggers- because my future self told me so. Kinda sorta. Anyway, I know for sure I don't arrive in Latveria by just waking up- wearing the clothes I went to sleep in, or lack thereof, on the island- in a guest suite. Which means this is... All wrong.
I also know that I don't turn up with anyone else in tow.
Layla pushed herself up onto her elbows, looking around the room from behind a messy fall of blond hair before her gaze landed on the sleeping Jamie Madrox beside her.
He was probably gonna freak out. She sort of wanted to let him sleep and just.... avoid that, for a while. Maybe get up, take the tour, figure out what the what was happening, and then come back. If he woke up while she was gone, though, he'd probably freak out more.
She reached over and shook his shoulder gently.
"Jamie." She tapped him, realizing what the result would be if they were, indeed, in Latveria and, therefore, home (or somewhere like it).
"Jamies. Wake up."
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Date: 2011-04-26 04:47 am (UTC)"Hello, beautiful," he murmured, then leaned in for a kiss.
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Date: 2011-04-26 04:53 am (UTC)Layla hummed quietly into the kiss, a soft little moan of acquiescence and approval. When Jamie Prime woke up, there were going to be a lot of questions and probably a bit of a freak out, so she felt no compunction about enjoying the moment while it lasted. It was, knowing her luck, probably going to be brief.
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Date: 2011-04-26 05:21 am (UTC)Jostled by the movement, Jamie Prime woke with a start mid-inhale, choking on thin air as his eyes registered the unfamiliar room with the unfamiliar view before quickly -- and inevitably -- falling on the pair of love birds making time on the unfamiliar bed. It likely said something of his life that this wasn't the most disorienting thing he'd ever woken up to, but given the relatively lackadaisical pace of island life, it was jarring all the same. And so, despite the fact that he could once again choose every option without compromise, his inner monologue was remarkably single-minded.
What the hell.
"Hey!" he exclaimed, the clarity of his confusion belying his lingering drowsiness. He grabbed at the dupe's shoulder with no small degree of force, yanking him back and away from Layla, but before Prime had a chance to get in another word edgewise, the dupe said on a startled exhale, "Marry me?"
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Date: 2011-04-26 05:24 am (UTC)"Oh, Jamies," she said, only slightly breathy herself, "of course I will."
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Date: 2011-04-26 05:48 am (UTC)On some level, Jamie supposed it ought to have felt strange, absorbing a dupe after all this time, but the fact of the matter was, this was his reality more so than life without his powers; this was his normal, waking up to find his girlfriend kissing some aspect of his manifested personality. Not that it had been his normal for approaching two years, granted; the last time he'd had his powers had been during a shared dream to Rogue's era. He'd met a ten-year-old Layla Miller in an orphanage. Which really wasn't something he wanted to be thinking about, given his position relative to the twenty-two-year-old Layla Miller at that particular moment.
Breathless and still disoriented, he propped himself up on an elbow, pushing himself to sitting. "That wasn't a real proposal."
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Date: 2011-04-26 05:54 am (UTC)She knew why she was in Latveria. She knew that, and it was good to have that kind of knowledge back again. What she didn't know was how or why, although she'd been on the island long enough to have heard about this sort of thing.
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Date: 2011-04-26 06:12 am (UTC)Not bothering to turn around, he added, "Where the hell are we?"
They were home, or in some facsimile of it; that she'd know wasn't in question.
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Date: 2011-04-26 06:26 am (UTC)"Nice view."
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Date: 2011-04-26 06:48 am (UTC)"Sorry," said Jamie, haltingly, after a noticeable beat. "I think I'm still reeling from the fake marriage proposal, you wanna run that one by me again?"
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Date: 2011-04-26 04:15 pm (UTC)"In some pretty swanky digs. So, castle von Doom, obviously." She looked around the bedroom suit, at the divan, the broad oak desk, the pitcher of water, the crystal stemware that seemed a bit ostentatious for water glasses.
The huge, immensely inviting sleigh bed.
"At least there's no tapestries of Reed Richards being beheaded or anything."
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Date: 2011-04-26 05:13 pm (UTC)"Look, I've jumped through this hoop before... I know this isn't real, but why here? Why Latveria? Why not the future or New York?"
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Date: 2011-04-26 05:18 pm (UTC)"Yeah, that's about my size."
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Date: 2011-04-26 05:33 pm (UTC)"What haven't you been telling me?"
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Date: 2011-04-26 05:39 pm (UTC)"There's something I need here," she said, voice slightly muffled by a few layers of silk. It was a nice reprieve, having something covering her eyes, because it meant she didn't have to try to so hard not to look at him, though at least she'd been successful so far.
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Date: 2011-04-26 06:20 pm (UTC)"Does this have anything to do with those things you have stashed in your room?"
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Date: 2011-04-26 08:05 pm (UTC)"Insert shock and dismay at your rifling through my things here. Just don't touch that cylinder." She went back to the armoire and knelt, pulling out a pair of furred, dark chocolate leather boots that went to mid calf, and started to step into them.
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Date: 2011-04-27 05:37 am (UTC)"I'm a detective and you're a mystery," he said in his defense, though she'd likely already sussed out as much on her own; he never expected her to be surprised. It was in his nature to not let any stone go unturned, after all, and that included the contents of her room. "And now the first thing I want to do when we wake up is touch that cylinder, you do realize that, right?"
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Date: 2011-04-27 05:41 am (UTC)"Do you love me?" she asked him.
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Date: 2011-04-27 05:46 am (UTC)Jamie held her gaze, and though his expression didn't get any kinder for the line of inquiry, he nevertheless said, "Yes."
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Date: 2011-04-27 05:53 am (UTC)"Check that chest for clothing," she said, nodding to a large wooden chest at the foot of the bed.
"Unless you just wanna hang out up here for a while while I have an audience with our host."
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Date: 2011-04-27 05:25 pm (UTC)"This all looks like it came from the costume designers on Lord of the Rings."
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Date: 2011-04-27 08:57 pm (UTC)"I'm going to look like a very tall Hobbit."
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