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Fic: Sharp Realization (Mystique/Destiny)
Title: Sharp Realization
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willowaus
Fandom: X-Men comicverse
Characters/Pairing: Mystique/Destiny
Prompt: 58. Growing Old
Rating: T
A/N: This is for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
31nights challenge.
She ran her fingers through Irene’s hair, slowly pulling out each of the pins that kept it in a tight bun. Raven preferred her long hair down, enjoyed being able to run her hands through without interference. She smiled and watched each lock fall, curling around the sides of Irene’s pale face.
Her fingers stopped, gaze fixing on a stray wisp of gray. She shook her head and tugged Irene towards the bed, pleased with the way her lover fell on the bed, laughing as she spoke in her native tongue. Raven grasped Irene’s hands, grinning as she pinned them above the woman’s head.
Her eyes narrowed as the gray hair came into view again and she released her grip. “What is wrong now?” Irene asked and Raven gave her a sidelong glance, sure she already knew.
Her eyes may be unseeing but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t know what is happening around her. Raven looked closely at her lover’s face, noting the age lines already beginning to form. She frowned, remembering when Irene’s skin had been unblemished, her vision unobstructed. Her forehead creased in agitation as she ran a finger along Irene’s cheek.
“I am hardly dead, Raven,” Irene informed her, catching Raven’s wrists. “You are leaving tomorrow.” Raven smiled as she was deftly pinned to the bed. “At least let me enjoy what time we have together.”
She couldn’t really argue with that.
Author:
willowausFandom: X-Men comicverse
Characters/Pairing: Mystique/Destiny
Prompt: 58. Growing Old
Rating: T
A/N: This is for the
31nights challenge.She ran her fingers through Irene’s hair, slowly pulling out each of the pins that kept it in a tight bun. Raven preferred her long hair down, enjoyed being able to run her hands through without interference. She smiled and watched each lock fall, curling around the sides of Irene’s pale face.
Her fingers stopped, gaze fixing on a stray wisp of gray. She shook her head and tugged Irene towards the bed, pleased with the way her lover fell on the bed, laughing as she spoke in her native tongue. Raven grasped Irene’s hands, grinning as she pinned them above the woman’s head.
Her eyes narrowed as the gray hair came into view again and she released her grip. “What is wrong now?” Irene asked and Raven gave her a sidelong glance, sure she already knew.
Her eyes may be unseeing but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t know what is happening around her. Raven looked closely at her lover’s face, noting the age lines already beginning to form. She frowned, remembering when Irene’s skin had been unblemished, her vision unobstructed. Her forehead creased in agitation as she ran a finger along Irene’s cheek.
“I am hardly dead, Raven,” Irene informed her, catching Raven’s wrists. “You are leaving tomorrow.” Raven smiled as she was deftly pinned to the bed. “At least let me enjoy what time we have together.”
She couldn’t really argue with that.