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Fic: Say Uncle (Mystique/Destiny)
Title: Say Uncle
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willowaus
Fandom: X-Men comicverse
Characters/Pairing: Mystique
Prompt: 49. Last Kiss
Rating: T
A/N: This is for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
31nights challenge.
Chaste. Platonic. Mystique’s hands wrapped tightly around the railing as she glared at the unyielding sea below. God forbid, it was almost wholesome. Her fingers pressed against her lips, nails digging into her flesh. She snarled and dropped her hand, pushing herself off the rail and started walking, hand trailing along the metal as she moved. She dropped her hand, balling it into a fist as others joined her path, despising their merriment.
Her gaze followed one couple, eyes narrowing as they touched one another, their caresses reminding her of what she had lost. What you willingly threw away! She screamed inwardly, thinking of Irene and silently cursed her. You knew!
She sped up her pace, needing to move away from the happy couple, afraid of what she might do to them. You knew, damn you, Irene. You knew you were going to die.
She stopped at the next corner, thankful there was no moonlight on the water this evening as she stared off into an endless sea of darkness. Her fingers curled back around the railing, lips curving into a sneer.
Her grip tightened, remembering Irene’s peaceful expression when she’d left with Forge. There had been no hint, no warning of what was about to happen. She’d merely given a gentle kiss and offered a word of endearment before walking away.
“You should have told me!” Mystique yelled, slamming her fists against the railing before closing her eyes, wishing she could hate her dead lover for leaving her alone.
All she felt was loss.
Author:
willowausFandom: X-Men comicverse
Characters/Pairing: Mystique
Prompt: 49. Last Kiss
Rating: T
A/N: This is for the
31nights challenge.Chaste. Platonic. Mystique’s hands wrapped tightly around the railing as she glared at the unyielding sea below. God forbid, it was almost wholesome. Her fingers pressed against her lips, nails digging into her flesh. She snarled and dropped her hand, pushing herself off the rail and started walking, hand trailing along the metal as she moved. She dropped her hand, balling it into a fist as others joined her path, despising their merriment.
Her gaze followed one couple, eyes narrowing as they touched one another, their caresses reminding her of what she had lost. What you willingly threw away! She screamed inwardly, thinking of Irene and silently cursed her. You knew!
She sped up her pace, needing to move away from the happy couple, afraid of what she might do to them. You knew, damn you, Irene. You knew you were going to die.
She stopped at the next corner, thankful there was no moonlight on the water this evening as she stared off into an endless sea of darkness. Her fingers curled back around the railing, lips curving into a sneer.
Her grip tightened, remembering Irene’s peaceful expression when she’d left with Forge. There had been no hint, no warning of what was about to happen. She’d merely given a gentle kiss and offered a word of endearment before walking away.
“You should have told me!” Mystique yelled, slamming her fists against the railing before closing her eyes, wishing she could hate her dead lover for leaving her alone.
All she felt was loss.
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