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xmenmovie ficlet: live.leave.love
Sep. 5th, 2003 03:22 pmi'm not sure how i feel about this little ficlet. it's 300 words for the pastpresentfuture challenge on x_men100. it's a bit wack, and slightly AU, maybe.
past: a rogue by any other name
He walked away [from you], and your fingers clutched [convulsively] around the peace offering he left behind. He stole [but no more than you stole from him: less, even, if you admit it to yourself] your breath and your life and your [broken mutant] heart, and left you to stand there: forlorn, helpless, pining. He borrowed [took] Scott’s bike with him. And because stealing is a major part of his attempt to regain who he is [what he is], he validated his theft. He always was a bitch. You turned and walked down the corridors. You didn’t need that shit.
present: a leader alone
There is a dignity in being the one left behind. You are quiet, resigned to your fate: [un]comfortable in your destiny. You are alone in your world now; there is no one beside you to hold your hand and kiss you in your sleep. You try to remember that she chose to leave you, but the anger does not remain for long because she did not choose to go. She chose to save the world. You will save the world on your own; not because she would want it but because you would have saved the world no matter what.
future: a colossal future
You will hold her close to your chest [crimson eyes crimson hair crimson heart] and kiss her [desperately] on her forehead. She will be soft and beautiful [and the planes will crash overhead] and you will try not to crush her in arms that protect. Your Katya will make no noise [there is no noise louder than the whine of a jet as it skims the air metres from you] as you look at anything but her sightless gaze. You will not need to fix her face in your memory: the skies will rain your doom upon you soon enough.
well, that was very heterosexual.
past: a rogue by any other name
He walked away [from you], and your fingers clutched [convulsively] around the peace offering he left behind. He stole [but no more than you stole from him: less, even, if you admit it to yourself] your breath and your life and your [broken mutant] heart, and left you to stand there: forlorn, helpless, pining. He borrowed [took] Scott’s bike with him. And because stealing is a major part of his attempt to regain who he is [what he is], he validated his theft. He always was a bitch. You turned and walked down the corridors. You didn’t need that shit.
present: a leader alone
There is a dignity in being the one left behind. You are quiet, resigned to your fate: [un]comfortable in your destiny. You are alone in your world now; there is no one beside you to hold your hand and kiss you in your sleep. You try to remember that she chose to leave you, but the anger does not remain for long because she did not choose to go. She chose to save the world. You will save the world on your own; not because she would want it but because you would have saved the world no matter what.
future: a colossal future
You will hold her close to your chest [crimson eyes crimson hair crimson heart] and kiss her [desperately] on her forehead. She will be soft and beautiful [and the planes will crash overhead] and you will try not to crush her in arms that protect. Your Katya will make no noise [there is no noise louder than the whine of a jet as it skims the air metres from you] as you look at anything but her sightless gaze. You will not need to fix her face in your memory: the skies will rain your doom upon you soon enough.
well, that was very heterosexual.
