Ethereal | (X-Men: First Class)

6. Discomfort

A state of unease, worry, or embarrassment; something that makes a person feel physically uncomfortable.

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French Translations

Très impressionnant - Very Impressive 

Anything in italics and underlined is in French.

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Marianne had never been on a plane before. Travelling by air had not been common when she was younger and would have needed it, and ever since she and Lawrence had made their home together, she had never had any need for it.

She found she did not like the experience very much. It was far too different from what she was used to. Her stomach lurched with each slight turn and every time it seemed to her that the plane dropped, her stomach dropped as well. She couldn't sleep because of the constant shifting of her stomach, and she kept the window shut for fear of looking down and panicking. She couldn't focus on her book, or even on continuing her conversation with Sean.

She would continue it later, she promised herself. Sean needed to be told exactly why his parents should know when he was putting his life in danger. 

If Henry was the one- she cut off that train of thought immediately, her heart clenching.

Sean was much more excited. He lounged back in his chair, looking out the window in amazement and chatting eagerly with Charles, who seemed just as happy to talk as Sean was, although he seemed more relaxed than either Sean or Marianne. Naturally, she thought, considering it is his plane.

If Erik was either excited or nervous (neither were feelings Marianne could imagine him expressing openly), he kept quiet about it. He remained quiet except for an occasional comment on something Charles had said, reading a newspaper in one hand and rotating a pair of small metal balls around his fingers with the other. Marianne thought he looked like someone who travelled frequently, so she supposed he would look at ease.

Luckily, though, the flight was short and they landed in Richmond only about two hours after their departure (although that was still too long for her tastes). As they descended, Marianne gripped her armrests so tightly she was sure her nails had left rips in the fabrics.

"You okay, Mrs. O?" Sean asked as they got off the plane. 

"I'm fine." Her legs were shaking and she gripped her suitcase so tightly her knuckles were white. 

"First flight?" Charles asked her. He was ahead of them and looking back at her with a sympathetic smile.

Marianne tucked a lock of wavy hair behind her ear, exhaling deeply. "First flight in a plane, yes."

Charles nodded and faced forward. Then he swivelled around and stared at her again. "Can you... fly?"

"I do believe that's the face of pure joy, Marianne," Erik remarked dryly.

"I think you're right, Erik."

"Mrs. O, you can fly?!"

Marianne smiled at Sean's amazed expression. "I have always thought it was just an extension of my powers." She had shown Sean her abilities on the plane when he had requested it. When she had asked him to show his powers, he had winced and said he couldn't do it on the plane. "Perhaps it isn't flying so much as... levitating."

"How high?"

"Oh, I don't know, I've never bothered to see how high I can go. I've always been too worried about being seen."