Starlight
Title: Starlight
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Jonothon Starsmore/Jubilee, Angelo “Fuck YOU Chuck Austen” Espinosa
Prompt: 50. All Things Must Pass
Word Count: 460
Rating: PG
Summary: It’s come time for him to shed the shell.
Author's Notes: Part of my That Damn Mpreg saga. Apologies for my bad Spanish.
Jonothon Starsmore waded through the snow that coated the village green. He heard Angelo grumble and swear as he followed behind. “We going back any time soon, hermano?”
Jono paused just long enough to unwrap his scarf and hand it to Angelo. We won’t be long, he said. He tilted his head back, looking up at the night sky. Beautiful, innit?
Angelo wrapped the scarf around his face and neck to try and block out the cold. It was warm, and it smelled like burnt leather. He looked up, watching the stars in the sky sparkle like diamonds. “Yeah.”
Our first date, Jubilee dragged me out to this observatory in the middle of nowhere, the telepath noted in a distant way.
Angelo found himself thinking about the night Jubilee had dragged him out to the Griffith Park Observatory, back when they’d lived together in LA. Back before he’d died. He watched Jono standing in the snow, head back and his eyes on the sky like he was hunting for something.
‘s beautiful, Jono said, his ‘voice’ carrying a sigh. He pulled his eyes away from the stars to meet Angelo’s. It’s time for me to go.
“Go? Go where?” Angelo demanded.
Jono waved a hand at the sky, the fire in his chest making the unsullied snow sparkle like diamonds.
“How?”
Jono looked up at the sky once more. It’s time for me to let go of this shell. This skin… it feels so tight, Angelo. It itches. He spread his arms as the clouds closed over the sky, bringing snow down again. Looks like you’re the last one.
“Is there anything I can say to stop this?” Angelo asked, even though he already had a pretty damn good idea of what Jono would say.
Goodbye, Angelo.
The explosion was impossibly bright and completely silent, and it was over so quickly that Angelo didn’t even have time to voice his protest. One moment, Jono was standing in the middle of the snow covered village green, and when Angelo’s vision cleared, all he saw was a collection of tiny lights in a vaguely humanoid shape. The shaped seemed to watch Angelo with invisible eyes, and the man felt the sense of something huge and alien touch his mind. An overwhelming sense of being loved filled him as the lights drifted upwards, into the sky.
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Jonothon Starsmore/Jubilee, Angelo “Fuck YOU Chuck Austen” Espinosa
Prompt: 50. All Things Must Pass
Word Count: 460
Rating: PG
Summary: It’s come time for him to shed the shell.
Author's Notes: Part of my That Damn Mpreg saga. Apologies for my bad Spanish.
Jonothon Starsmore waded through the snow that coated the village green. He heard Angelo grumble and swear as he followed behind. “We going back any time soon, hermano?”
Jono paused just long enough to unwrap his scarf and hand it to Angelo. We won’t be long, he said. He tilted his head back, looking up at the night sky. Beautiful, innit?
Angelo wrapped the scarf around his face and neck to try and block out the cold. It was warm, and it smelled like burnt leather. He looked up, watching the stars in the sky sparkle like diamonds. “Yeah.”
Our first date, Jubilee dragged me out to this observatory in the middle of nowhere, the telepath noted in a distant way.
Angelo found himself thinking about the night Jubilee had dragged him out to the Griffith Park Observatory, back when they’d lived together in LA. Back before he’d died. He watched Jono standing in the snow, head back and his eyes on the sky like he was hunting for something.
‘s beautiful, Jono said, his ‘voice’ carrying a sigh. He pulled his eyes away from the stars to meet Angelo’s. It’s time for me to go.
“Go? Go where?” Angelo demanded.
Jono waved a hand at the sky, the fire in his chest making the unsullied snow sparkle like diamonds.
“How?”
Jono looked up at the sky once more. It’s time for me to let go of this shell. This skin… it feels so tight, Angelo. It itches. He spread his arms as the clouds closed over the sky, bringing snow down again. Looks like you’re the last one.
“Is there anything I can say to stop this?” Angelo asked, even though he already had a pretty damn good idea of what Jono would say.
Goodbye, Angelo.
The explosion was impossibly bright and completely silent, and it was over so quickly that Angelo didn’t even have time to voice his protest. One moment, Jono was standing in the middle of the snow covered village green, and when Angelo’s vision cleared, all he saw was a collection of tiny lights in a vaguely humanoid shape. The shaped seemed to watch Angelo with invisible eyes, and the man felt the sense of something huge and alien touch his mind. An overwhelming sense of being loved filled him as the lights drifted upwards, into the sky.