“Oh. Oh, sorry.” Meggan said as she released Alison’s hands.
She was always quite starstruck by mutants. She was in awe of one who also had quite a bit of fame in her background. To Meggan, even Dazzler’s passive minute transforming of sound to light created an aura that was different from even the normal uniqueness of individual auras.
“Oh, it’s totally fine.” Alison replied with a dismissive wave of her now free hands. She was mostly use to people being excited to meet her, the wonders that fame gave you, the whole ‘Being a public mutant during one of the hardest times to be one’ was apparently quite a liberating thing for young mutants and music fans a like. She turned to get out her phone, “Do you need a piece of paper to write it down?” She asked, her brow raising slightly.
gavemyheart reblogged this from lightengale-archive-blog and added: “Perfect! Thank you. I promise I won’t sell it on eBay.” Meggan chuckled and grinned ear to ear. “Ring you soon, love!”...
lightengale-archive-blog reblogged this from gavemyheart and added: Alison, once again, scrambled around her bag for a scrap piece of paper. She usually kept a note book handy, but that...
