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Fic: Inevitable
Title: Inevitable
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willowaus
Fandom: X-Men comicverse
Characters/Pairing: Mystique, baby Nightcrawler
Prompt: 21. Bed
Rating: PG
A/N: This is for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
31nights challenge.
There was no light, no release, just the steady pressure of water and the sound of a child wailing before being swallowed by the night. She struggled against an invisible force weighing her down, keeping her from diving after the boy, and tried not to remember that she was the reason he was drowning. The cries grew louder and she was surprised to find that the gut wrenching sound she heard was emanating from her mouth.
A hand clasped around her wrist and she bolted upright, gasping for air, ready for battle before she realized that she was safe in bed, Irene lying beside her.
“It is a dream, Raven,” the woman reminded, releasing her grip as she closed her eyes.
Mystique tried to fall asleep as well, hating the way the moonlight streamed in through the window, accentuating the shadows. It reminded her of a boy; one she gladly gave up which only turned her mind towards the one she wished she could have kept. She finally pushed herself up and exited the room, making her way down the hallway towards their daughter’s room and quietly entered.
The girl was asleep, grasping a teddy bear tightly to her as she moaned, expression becoming frightened. Mystique moved towards her, gently running a hand through the girl’s hair and watched as she calmed down, wondering how long it will be before she is forced to abandon this child. She scowled and pulled the girl into her lap.
Maybe this time will be different.
At least, she hoped it would, though she couldn’t fool herself. The girl would grow to become a powerful weapon and she would mold her into one that she could control. That was the reason Irene and she had taken the girl in.
“Momma,” the girl murmured, snuggling closer and Mystique’s heart constricted, fingers trailing along the girl’s cheek. “Don’t be sad.”
Mystique smiled, pulling the girl to her feet. “Let’s get some milk and cookies.”
“Oma says I’m not allowed to eat cookies after eight.”
“Oma is asleep,” Mystique replied, pleased with the girl’s mischievous grin as they quietly made their way downstairs.
For now, Mystique would enjoy the time she had with the child and not dwell on the weapon she would later become. It was enough to deal with her torturous dreams. She didn’t need to think of events that hadn’t yet passed.
Author:
willowausFandom: X-Men comicverse
Characters/Pairing: Mystique, baby Nightcrawler
Prompt: 21. Bed
Rating: PG
A/N: This is for the
31nights challenge.There was no light, no release, just the steady pressure of water and the sound of a child wailing before being swallowed by the night. She struggled against an invisible force weighing her down, keeping her from diving after the boy, and tried not to remember that she was the reason he was drowning. The cries grew louder and she was surprised to find that the gut wrenching sound she heard was emanating from her mouth.
A hand clasped around her wrist and she bolted upright, gasping for air, ready for battle before she realized that she was safe in bed, Irene lying beside her.
“It is a dream, Raven,” the woman reminded, releasing her grip as she closed her eyes.
Mystique tried to fall asleep as well, hating the way the moonlight streamed in through the window, accentuating the shadows. It reminded her of a boy; one she gladly gave up which only turned her mind towards the one she wished she could have kept. She finally pushed herself up and exited the room, making her way down the hallway towards their daughter’s room and quietly entered.
The girl was asleep, grasping a teddy bear tightly to her as she moaned, expression becoming frightened. Mystique moved towards her, gently running a hand through the girl’s hair and watched as she calmed down, wondering how long it will be before she is forced to abandon this child. She scowled and pulled the girl into her lap.
Maybe this time will be different.
At least, she hoped it would, though she couldn’t fool herself. The girl would grow to become a powerful weapon and she would mold her into one that she could control. That was the reason Irene and she had taken the girl in.
“Momma,” the girl murmured, snuggling closer and Mystique’s heart constricted, fingers trailing along the girl’s cheek. “Don’t be sad.”
Mystique smiled, pulling the girl to her feet. “Let’s get some milk and cookies.”
“Oma says I’m not allowed to eat cookies after eight.”
“Oma is asleep,” Mystique replied, pleased with the girl’s mischievous grin as they quietly made their way downstairs.
For now, Mystique would enjoy the time she had with the child and not dwell on the weapon she would later become. It was enough to deal with her torturous dreams. She didn’t need to think of events that hadn’t yet passed.