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Fic: Brimstone (Mystique)
Title: Brimstone
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willowaus
Fandom: X-Men comicverse
Characters/Pairing: Mystique
Prompt: 31. Fire
Rating: T
A/N: This is for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
31nights challenge.
Brimstone. The smell was all over her, in her hair, in her clothes. She was pretty sure it was etched into her skin, the odor emanating from every pore, giving away her most recent sin. She brought the rough cloth back to her body, vigorously rubbing, hoping that this time she would get the scent off.
Nothing worked, nothing masked the stench.
Moonlight spilled in through the window and she leaned back against the bathtub, looking down at her flesh, despising the paleness of it. Her stomach churned, wishing she could indulge in the succulent blue she loved, hating that she had to hide her true nature in this household.
Demon…that is what they will call you before running you out of town with pitchforks and fire. She frowned, willing her dark lover’s voice away, not wanting to remember his chilling words.
She ran the cloth over her body again—harder, faster—wishing the stench away, knowing it was only a matter of time before her husband came looking for her. Her hands moved to her stomach and she gently caressed it, wondering if the child inside of her would give away her multitude of transgressions. She pursed her lips in contemplation, wondering what she would be forced to do if her secret was discovered, if they learned she was a mutant.
The water suddenly seemed too cold and she stepped out, looking down at her reflection. Her hands moved to her stomach, covering it as she stepped away from the water, an eerie chill running down her spine.
Author:
willowausFandom: X-Men comicverse
Characters/Pairing: Mystique
Prompt: 31. Fire
Rating: T
A/N: This is for the
31nights challenge.Brimstone. The smell was all over her, in her hair, in her clothes. She was pretty sure it was etched into her skin, the odor emanating from every pore, giving away her most recent sin. She brought the rough cloth back to her body, vigorously rubbing, hoping that this time she would get the scent off.
Nothing worked, nothing masked the stench.
Moonlight spilled in through the window and she leaned back against the bathtub, looking down at her flesh, despising the paleness of it. Her stomach churned, wishing she could indulge in the succulent blue she loved, hating that she had to hide her true nature in this household.
Demon…that is what they will call you before running you out of town with pitchforks and fire. She frowned, willing her dark lover’s voice away, not wanting to remember his chilling words.
She ran the cloth over her body again—harder, faster—wishing the stench away, knowing it was only a matter of time before her husband came looking for her. Her hands moved to her stomach and she gently caressed it, wondering if the child inside of her would give away her multitude of transgressions. She pursed her lips in contemplation, wondering what she would be forced to do if her secret was discovered, if they learned she was a mutant.
The water suddenly seemed too cold and she stepped out, looking down at her reflection. Her hands moved to her stomach, covering it as she stepped away from the water, an eerie chill running down her spine.