"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."
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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."