fic: We grow stronger (with each passing wave)

[furloughday]

title: We grow stronger (with each passing wave)
fandom: X-Men: First Class
words: 3k
summary: Charles can remember only one story his mother ever told him. (mermaid fic)
a/n: written for pidgeoned, who lives in a fantastical dream world of sharks and rainbows. crazykookie basically wrote half of this. Beta'd by faithgrowsold. Please, please judge this book by its cover.

Comments

[pidgeoned]

I really love the atmosphere in this. ;__; I haven't even finished it yet but I. I ADMIRE YOUR DEDICATION. I ALSO LIKE THE FONT. D:

AND THE ART. LMAO.

[pidgeoned]

The accounts read more like the ramblings of madmen who, salty and scurvy-ridden, had been adrift too long, under the full moon and imagining the gleaming flippers of shelled women that broke the placid surface of the Mediterranean.

YES.

[pidgeoned]

over a tumblr of scotch and his thirtieth game of chess.

YES. UGH. I CAN FEEL THE SIXTIES VIBE HERE. ME GUSTA.

[pidgeoned]

Whether someone else was going to do something was never an option.

YOU ARE KILLING ME SOFTLY HERE WITH HIS SONG

[pidgeoned]

I really really love this, S. I love the sort of melancholy tone and the straightforward humor therein. Wewt. D: THANK YOU FOR WRITING THIS. THIS IS EVERYTHING I WANTED AND MORE. NOW, DEAR SISTER, SUITS FIC? JK. EXCEPT NOT. I am shoveling strawberry yogurt into my mouth and it is yummay.

[furloughday]

I want strawberry yogurt. Good life choices, don't even look them over they are fine.