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Fics: Late Night Conversations, Good Girl (Mystique/Destiny)
Title: Late Night Conversations
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willowaus
Verse: 616 Comic-verse
Character/Pairing: Mystique/Destiny
Rating: PG
Theme Set: Beta, #42 Telephone
Word Count: 342
Irene sighed, noting the girl’s anxiety by the soft taps on the windowpane. “Come away from the window,” she ordered, patting the cushion beside her on the couch.
She could hear the reluctance in the child’s steps before there was a dip in the couch. “How do you know where I am if you can’t see me?” Rogue asked, leaning into her side.
“My sight may be gone, child, but my other senses are fine,” Irene replied, motioning for her to retrieve the book on the side table.
“Oma, is—”
“Where did we leave off?” Irene interrupted, turning the pages in the book.
“There’s a bookmark, silly,” Rogue said, flipping until she reached the correct page.
Irene smiled in response, her fingers sliding across the page, over the raised bumps, as she began to read. Slowly, Rogue’s apprehension seemed to leave her, drifting to sleep curled up against Irene’s side. Careful not to disturb the sleeping child, she placed the bookmark inside and reached for the telephone, hand hovering over it, smiling as it began to ring.
“Hello, Raven,” she answered, hand running through the girl’s hair.
“I will never get used to you answering before I have spoken, my dear,” Mystique said, with a sigh.
“You will be gone three extra days,” Irene stated, blinking as images flashed in her mind. “Beware of eagles bearing snakes.”
There was another sigh on the other end of the phone before Mystique replied. “Your visions are always so charming. Is she awake?”
Irene gently shook the girl. “Phone, liebling,” she whispered, handing the telephone to the sleepy child.
“Momma?” Rogue asked, before telling all she had accomplished that day.
Irene continued to stroke the girl’s hair until she fell back to sleep. She removed the phone from Rogue’s hand. “Keep safe,” she said.
“I always do,” Mystique replied, and ended the call.
Irene smiled, placed the book back in its spot, and carried the girl up to her bed, knowing she only had a few hours before she’d wake up to Rogue’s screams and need to comfort the girl, completing their nightly ritual.
Title: Good Girl
Author:willowaus
Verse: 616 Comic-verse
Character/Pairing: Mystique/Destiny
Rating: PG
Theme Set: Beta, #41 Play
Word Count: 190
“What color were the waitress’s glasses?” Raven asked, unscrewing the top of the ketchup bottle and placing some on Rogue’s plate.
“Green, Momma,” Rogue replied, rolling her eyes. “They were ugly. They had a dragonfly on them, Oma.”
Irene smiled at the endearment. “And her shoes?” Raven continued, looking across the table at the girl.
“Black,” Rogue stated, scrunching her face in disgust as she removed a pickle from her burger. “The left one had some gunk on it.”
“Gunk?” Irene asked, sipping her coffee before giving Raven’s hand a gentle squeeze.
“Yeah, it was black too,” Rogue replied between bites. “I think it was tar, the stuff to make roads.”
“Good girl,” Raven stated, ruffling Rogue’s hair.
“That is called asphalt,” Irene corrected her.
“Why do they call it that?” Rogue asked, smiling broadly as she drank her milkshake.
“I do not know.”
“She also had a stain on her pants,” Rogue informed the two of them, snatching a French fry from the plate before grinning mischievously. “On the right leg.”
Her training is coming along nicely, Raven thought, with a pleased smile, ignoring the sadness in Irene’s expression.
Author:
willowausVerse: 616 Comic-verse
Character/Pairing: Mystique/Destiny
Rating: PG
Theme Set: Beta, #42 Telephone
Word Count: 342
Irene sighed, noting the girl’s anxiety by the soft taps on the windowpane. “Come away from the window,” she ordered, patting the cushion beside her on the couch.
She could hear the reluctance in the child’s steps before there was a dip in the couch. “How do you know where I am if you can’t see me?” Rogue asked, leaning into her side.
“My sight may be gone, child, but my other senses are fine,” Irene replied, motioning for her to retrieve the book on the side table.
“Oma, is—”
“Where did we leave off?” Irene interrupted, turning the pages in the book.
“There’s a bookmark, silly,” Rogue said, flipping until she reached the correct page.
Irene smiled in response, her fingers sliding across the page, over the raised bumps, as she began to read. Slowly, Rogue’s apprehension seemed to leave her, drifting to sleep curled up against Irene’s side. Careful not to disturb the sleeping child, she placed the bookmark inside and reached for the telephone, hand hovering over it, smiling as it began to ring.
“Hello, Raven,” she answered, hand running through the girl’s hair.
“I will never get used to you answering before I have spoken, my dear,” Mystique said, with a sigh.
“You will be gone three extra days,” Irene stated, blinking as images flashed in her mind. “Beware of eagles bearing snakes.”
There was another sigh on the other end of the phone before Mystique replied. “Your visions are always so charming. Is she awake?”
Irene gently shook the girl. “Phone, liebling,” she whispered, handing the telephone to the sleepy child.
“Momma?” Rogue asked, before telling all she had accomplished that day.
Irene continued to stroke the girl’s hair until she fell back to sleep. She removed the phone from Rogue’s hand. “Keep safe,” she said.
“I always do,” Mystique replied, and ended the call.
Irene smiled, placed the book back in its spot, and carried the girl up to her bed, knowing she only had a few hours before she’d wake up to Rogue’s screams and need to comfort the girl, completing their nightly ritual.
Title: Good Girl
Author:
willowausVerse: 616 Comic-verse
Character/Pairing: Mystique/Destiny
Rating: PG
Theme Set: Beta, #41 Play
Word Count: 190
“What color were the waitress’s glasses?” Raven asked, unscrewing the top of the ketchup bottle and placing some on Rogue’s plate.
“Green, Momma,” Rogue replied, rolling her eyes. “They were ugly. They had a dragonfly on them, Oma.”
Irene smiled at the endearment. “And her shoes?” Raven continued, looking across the table at the girl.
“Black,” Rogue stated, scrunching her face in disgust as she removed a pickle from her burger. “The left one had some gunk on it.”
“Gunk?” Irene asked, sipping her coffee before giving Raven’s hand a gentle squeeze.
“Yeah, it was black too,” Rogue replied between bites. “I think it was tar, the stuff to make roads.”
“Good girl,” Raven stated, ruffling Rogue’s hair.
“That is called asphalt,” Irene corrected her.
“Why do they call it that?” Rogue asked, smiling broadly as she drank her milkshake.
“I do not know.”
“She also had a stain on her pants,” Rogue informed the two of them, snatching a French fry from the plate before grinning mischievously. “On the right leg.”
Her training is coming along nicely, Raven thought, with a pleased smile, ignoring the sadness in Irene’s expression.