butterflyfactor: (pawning awareness)
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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."

Date: 2011-04-26 04:47 am (UTC)
howmanylives: ([ch] Kiss on the lips.)
From: [personal profile] howmanylives
It's the dupe that stirred first, more aware than Jamie Prime for having just been created. Bleary blue eyes fluttered open, identical in every way to the man asleep, still, beside him; his gaze eventually settled on Layla, and he found her so singularly captivating that their unexpected surroundings didn't register, nor the change in climate (though to be fair, the dupe had never been on the island, anyway). A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, equal parts sleepy and delighted, seemingly by the sight of her alone, and after a moment, he reached out to brush her hair away from her face.

"Hello, beautiful," he murmured, then leaned in for a kiss.
Edited Date: 2011-04-26 04:50 am (UTC)

Date: 2011-04-26 04:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] butterflyfactor.livejournal.com
Well, hello there. Call me a sap or a creeper, but I can't find it in me to complain, even if the man- or the rest of the man- I love is fast asleep beside his freshly minted twin. Technically, they're the same person, so it's not cheating. But only very, very technically.

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.

Date: 2011-04-26 05:21 am (UTC)
howmanylives: ([ch] AW HELL NO.)
From: [personal profile] howmanylives
The dupe, in turn, seemed disinclined to stop, deepening the kiss with a moan of his own, his weight shifting on the bed far more comfortable than Prime had fallen asleep in the night before. The cold air bit at his bare chest, the hairs on his arms standing on end, but again, his focus was on her; the same could not be said for his maker.

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?"
Edited Date: 2011-04-26 05:24 am (UTC)

Date: 2011-04-26 05:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] butterflyfactor.livejournal.com
Layla grinned, eyes widening and eyebrows lifting.

"Oh, Jamies," she said, only slightly breathy herself, "of course I will."

Date: 2011-04-26 05:48 am (UTC)
howmanylives: ([ch] HANDS IN PLACES.)
From: [personal profile] howmanylives
"What?!" said Prime, looking at the back of his duplicate's head before turning to Layla, fixing her with a disbelieving stare. If marriage had been on his mind at all in the past few months, he certainly hadn't been conscious of it; while he wasted no time in absorbing the wayward dupe, however, it wasn't without commentary, the dupe using the last moments of his short-lived freedom to spit out: "Register us at the M&M store! Call me!"

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."
Edited Date: 2011-04-26 05:51 am (UTC)

Date: 2011-04-26 05:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] butterflyfactor.livejournal.com
"No take backs," she said, looking entirely unruffled by the exchange and, indeed, the situation.

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.

Date: 2011-04-26 06:12 am (UTC)
howmanylives: ([ww] Hot conversation.)
From: [personal profile] howmanylives
"I beg to differ," replied Jamie, swinging his legs off the side of the bed as to stand, suppressing a shiver when his feet hit the floor. He'd lived all over the world, but he'd never quite forgotten the chill of Moscow; the dupe he'd sent to Hawaii had had a much better experience, truth be told, making Tabula Rasa somewhat ideal in terms of climate. Wherever they were, though, it wasn't Russia; the view outside the window was all wrong, for all that it was picturesque.

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.

Date: 2011-04-26 06:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] butterflyfactor.livejournal.com
"Latveria," she said, slipping out of the bed with some reluctance, pulling the thick, downy coverlet with her, draping it around her waist. She padded to the place the balcony windows were fitted so masterfully into the stonework and leaned against it.

"Nice view."

Date: 2011-04-26 06:48 am (UTC)
howmanylives: ([ch] I need to go...)
From: [personal profile] howmanylives
There was a moment where Jamie froze -- in multiple senses of the word, for that matter -- his arms wrapped around his torso at an attempt to get warm, as he became quite still. Every time he'd been on this kind of trip in the past, it had been to someone's version of home. Seattle with Meredith. Xavier's with Rogue. Given that there was no evidence, yet, that anyone else tagged along, he was left to work under the assumption that Latveria was home to either himself or Layla, and it took all of a second to eliminate the former as an option. This, of course, begged the question of why in the world Layla would expect to end up in Latveria in the first place, a query that was concerning for a number of reasons, not least of which being Dr. Doom, whose guest suite, Jamie realized, they were probably in.

"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?"
Edited Date: 2011-04-26 01:59 pm (UTC)

Date: 2011-04-26 04:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] butterflyfactor.livejournal.com
"We're in Latveria," Layla said.

"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."

Date: 2011-04-26 05:13 pm (UTC)
howmanylives: ([ch] I don't understand.)
From: [personal profile] howmanylives
"This isn't funny," said Jamie, mind reeling with the implications of what their being here meant. Even if this was all a dream -- and there was no evidence yet to the contrary, the circumstances too familiar in their pattern to really consider this was actually happening -- the fact that they were in Latveria was distinctly unsettling, a reminder flashing in big, neon lights that there was a still a lot about Layla he didn't know, regardless of how much she'd seemingly answered in the past.

"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?"

Date: 2011-04-26 05:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] butterflyfactor.livejournal.com
"Because that's not where I was heading when I landed on the island," Layla said, walking across the room to drop the coverlet on the bed. She went to an armoire and opened it, knowing there would be clothing for her in it, a hooded cloak and- bingo. Lilac dress. She pulled it down and turned it around on the hanger.

"Yeah, that's about my size."

Date: 2011-04-26 05:33 pm (UTC)
howmanylives: ([ch] I wanted a guarantee.)
From: [personal profile] howmanylives
"And why, exactly, were you heading to Latveria?" he asked, stalking towards her and the armoire. He eyed the dress with distrust, and the look didn't go anywhere when he turned his attention to Layla. The Island had been a reprieve from all of her mindgames and machinations; he had a feeling that wouldn't last for much longer, at least not while they're here.

"What haven't you been telling me?"

Date: 2011-04-26 05:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] butterflyfactor.livejournal.com
"Only what you haven't asked," she replied, walking past him to the bed where she dropped the hangar. She spent a moment figuring out how the damn thing worked without a zipper, then started pulling it on over her head.

"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.

Date: 2011-04-26 06:20 pm (UTC)
howmanylives: ([xf] I got nothin'.)
From: [personal profile] howmanylives
"Something you need from Doom?" he clarified, because it was the only plausible explanation for why she'd be staying with in the man's house. He didn't follow her to the bed, instead rifling through the armoire's contents, before he slammed the door shut in frustration. Jamie Madrox was many things, but unprepared generally wasn't one of them; the nature of his power let him conceive every possibility. That said, Latveria came out of left field until he gave it more than just a passing thought. Eyes narrowing as he puzzled it out, he turned around.

"Does this have anything to do with those things you have stashed in your room?"

Date: 2011-04-26 08:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] butterflyfactor.livejournal.com
"Yes," she said, pulling the dress down so the full, draping skirt of it gathered on the floor. It was fitted from the bust to the tops of her thighs where it began to loosen and spread out in wide pleats. She ran her hands down over her ribs, looking it over, then turned her face to Jamie.

"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.

Date: 2011-04-27 05:37 am (UTC)
howmanylives: ([ch] Flat look.)
From: [personal profile] howmanylives
It was a nice dress, made all the nicer for being fitted over her body, which he'd already demonstrated a certain fondness for; were he in a better mood, he might have made his appreciation known, but as it was, he was too incensed to do anything of the sort. He exhaled forcefully through his nose, watching her going through the motions of getting dressed while he was left to stand in his underwear, feeling incredibly naked in addition to everything else.

"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?"
Edited Date: 2011-04-27 05:38 am (UTC)

Date: 2011-04-27 05:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] butterflyfactor.livejournal.com
Layla swept across the room- she didn't have much choice in the matter, given the dress- to stop in front of, close to, Jamie.

"Do you love me?" she asked him.

Date: 2011-04-27 05:46 am (UTC)
howmanylives: ([ch] Flat look.)
From: [personal profile] howmanylives
The question would've given me pause in the past. It's a testament to how much has changed that it doesn't now. In spite of the less than desirable circumstances... The familiar sense of being kept in the dark... There's only one answer that comes to mind.

Jamie held her gaze, and though his expression didn't get any kinder for the line of inquiry, he nevertheless said, "Yes."

Date: 2011-04-27 05:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] butterflyfactor.livejournal.com
"Then don't touch it," she said, and went to scoop the cloak up off its hanger, fastening it around her shoulders and pulling her hair out from under it so it fanned across the green and gathered in the hood.

"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."

Date: 2011-04-27 05:25 pm (UTC)
howmanylives: ([ch] Distinctly unimpressed.)
From: [personal profile] howmanylives
"You're incredibly reassuring," Jamie muttered, turning to dig around in the chest without much more preamble than that. This wouldn't be the last time they'd talk about his, he would ensure that, but they had more pressing priorities at the moment, even if this was nothing but a dream, Layla's expectations of home made manifest. He drew out a cloak similar to the one Layla was wearing, and set it aside for the time being, more intent on finding a pair of pants and a shirt, a pair of boots.

"This all looks like it came from the costume designers on Lord of the Rings."

Date: 2011-04-27 06:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] butterflyfactor.livejournal.com
"If it's good enough for Cate Blanchett, it's good enough for you," Layla quipped, perching on the edge of the bed, legs bare wear the skirt had slipped one way or the other, arms tucked over her knees, boots crossed at the ankle.

Date: 2011-04-27 08:57 pm (UTC)
howmanylives: ([ch] This is very distressing.)
From: [personal profile] howmanylives
"Very funny," replied Jamie with a frown. It might have been, under different circumstances, but he was too annoyed to manage so much as a chuckle; digging through the chest bore with it the unwelcome reminder of trying to get anything decent out of the clothes box. He pulled out a pair of mud brown pants that looked like they might fit, and set it on top of the cloak.

"I'm going to look like a very tall Hobbit."

Date: 2011-04-28 05:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] butterflyfactor.livejournal.com
"We'll get something made, then. I'm sure Doomstadt has a bespoke tailor. I mean, those fetching green capes don't make themselves. While we're on the subject of your good mood, please don't pick a fight with Victor von Doom," she added.

Date: 2011-04-29 05:22 pm (UTC)
howmanylives: ([ch] Bitch please.)
From: [personal profile] howmanylives
"I'm the good guy," Jamie scoffed, distracted from his search long enough to look up with disbelief. "If anyone starts a fight, it'll be him!"

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