A Statement of Intent
Title: A Statement of Intent
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Anole/Trauma, Indra
Prompt: 8. Bold
Word Count: 212
Rating: PG
Summary: Victor’s got himself a crush, and he doesn’t want to come off as too intense.
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It all started when the X-Men helped bail out some Initiative members when Mr. Sinister abducted them with an eye towards using them for some experiments best not thought about, unless you were fond of nightmares about having your DNA ripped apart by a genetic terrorist. In the end, Sinister got away, and the younger members of the Initiative spent some time bonding with the younger X-Men while they waited for transport back to Camp Hammond .
Victor Borkowski, being a hopeless romantic with a thing for tall, dark, and snarky, found himself completely smitten with Trauma by the time the shape-shifting telepath was on his way back to Stamford. Maybe there really was something about a sharp dressed man.
“Would it be too stalker-y if I followed him back?”
Paras Gavaskarr thought about the question his friend put to him. “Perhaps you should start with something smaller, like an e-mail,” he suggested. “You would not want to seem to bold, and a statement of your intent is always a good thing.”
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Anole/Trauma, Indra
Prompt: 8. Bold
Word Count: 212
Rating: PG
Summary: Victor’s got himself a crush, and he doesn’t want to come off as too intense.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Link: My Table
It all started when the X-Men helped bail out some Initiative members when Mr. Sinister abducted them with an eye towards using them for some experiments best not thought about, unless you were fond of nightmares about having your DNA ripped apart by a genetic terrorist. In the end, Sinister got away, and the younger members of the Initiative spent some time bonding with the younger X-Men while they waited for transport back to Camp Hammond .
Victor Borkowski, being a hopeless romantic with a thing for tall, dark, and snarky, found himself completely smitten with Trauma by the time the shape-shifting telepath was on his way back to Stamford. Maybe there really was something about a sharp dressed man.
“Would it be too stalker-y if I followed him back?”
Paras Gavaskarr thought about the question his friend put to him. “Perhaps you should start with something smaller, like an e-mail,” he suggested. “You would not want to seem to bold, and a statement of your intent is always a good thing.”