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This is a Magneto/Mystique story
Title: Reflection
Words: 925
Type:Movieverse
Summary: Mystique reflects on her life.
Rating: T or M
Falling down is easier than rising.
Losing favor is easier than gaining it.
Tearing apart is easier than mending.
These are hard truths, but ones I have needed to learn. My life has never been a fairy tale, nor do I think it ever shall be. But one man, for a brief space of time, made it blessed. I stand here drenched in the pouring rain. My coat is heavy with water, and my raven hair drips into my silver eyes. The pavement shines in the downpour, cleansed by the rivulets flowing into the gutters. I have come here, to the very edge of the city, to make my final peace with the world.
It seems so very long ago, and yet it’s been only a few short months. I look back, and I feel that I am looking across a great chasm. My past and my present seem two separate lifetimes. I am more wretched now than I have ever been and all because I dared to fall in love.
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The first time I saw him, I knew that here was a man who understood me, accepted me, who could give me the guidance I so desperately needed. I would have done anything he asked. He was my mentor, my teacher. I wanted only his approval. I pledged that I would prove myself worthy of his faith.
And I did. In time, I became his most trusted follower, his closest friend. I knew him better than almost anyone one on the earth with, perhaps, the exception of Charles. But I understood him; Charles did not. And that was his failing, for to care for someone and to not be able to understand them, is the most destructive friendship possible.
I do not know why they became friends, for Erik does not speak lightly about his past. And unraveling the complex threads of the story from occasional allusions and muttered curses is not very fruitful. I sometimes wondered at the events that shaped him. If he had not been exposed to hate and death and such an early age, would he be the man he is today? I think he is still more like Charles than he cares to admit.
Our existence continued on in this way, amicably. And then passion reared its head. I tried to stifle it, but the feelings could not be ignored. I lost the battle almost as soon as it began. One night as we sat by the simple fire he had built, something changed. I was shivering, watching the flames leap and wishing I could get warm. He leaned over and caressed my cheek with the back of his hand. I leaned in, barely breathing and attempted to memorize the feeling, to imprint the feeling of his touch upon my skin. He chuckled slightly, then moved his had to cup my chin bringing my eyes up to meet his. It seemed an eternity I was caught in his gaze. Then, ever so slowly, he drew my face in. He met my lips unhurriedly, the passion surprising in such a gentle kiss. He brought his hands up to my shoulders and trailed his fingers down my arms, causing me to shiver with pleasure.
His hands clamped around my waist. He lifted me up as if I were little more than a doll and laid me on the ground. I laid my head back and looked up at him, eyes shining with trust. He knelt down beside me and leaned over me. I began unbuttoning his shirt moving languidly from one button to the next. Unrushed, I slowly slipped the shirt off his shoulders, running my hands over his shoulders and into his sleeves. I drew the shirt off, letting it fall into my hands. I placed it lightly to one side. He laid himself on top of me slowly, giving me time to adjust to the weight. The feeling of our skins flushed together was exquisite. I wrapped my legs up around his waist, bending my back in pleasure. That night, we were one.
A few weeks later, all that was forgotten. As I lay on freezing metal of the truck, I looked up into a face that held no pity. I had sacrificed everything to save him, but it didn’t matter. I wasn’t one of them anymore. I cried for the first time that night. I was so alone. But, I understood. Living so long with such a simple mandate, doesn’t allow for change. All complications must be eliminated. I was another complication, something he couldn’t face. So he left me behind, preferring to think of me as dead than rework his beliefs. I understand, but I can’t forgive.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I look off over the water. The city is bright tonight and the heavens are clear. And, calling on what grace resides within me still, I fling myself into the abyss.
Title: Reflection
Words: 925
Type:Movieverse
Summary: Mystique reflects on her life.
Rating: T or M
Falling down is easier than rising.
Losing favor is easier than gaining it.
Tearing apart is easier than mending.
These are hard truths, but ones I have needed to learn. My life has never been a fairy tale, nor do I think it ever shall be. But one man, for a brief space of time, made it blessed. I stand here drenched in the pouring rain. My coat is heavy with water, and my raven hair drips into my silver eyes. The pavement shines in the downpour, cleansed by the rivulets flowing into the gutters. I have come here, to the very edge of the city, to make my final peace with the world.
It seems so very long ago, and yet it’s been only a few short months. I look back, and I feel that I am looking across a great chasm. My past and my present seem two separate lifetimes. I am more wretched now than I have ever been and all because I dared to fall in love.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The first time I saw him, I knew that here was a man who understood me, accepted me, who could give me the guidance I so desperately needed. I would have done anything he asked. He was my mentor, my teacher. I wanted only his approval. I pledged that I would prove myself worthy of his faith.
And I did. In time, I became his most trusted follower, his closest friend. I knew him better than almost anyone one on the earth with, perhaps, the exception of Charles. But I understood him; Charles did not. And that was his failing, for to care for someone and to not be able to understand them, is the most destructive friendship possible.
I do not know why they became friends, for Erik does not speak lightly about his past. And unraveling the complex threads of the story from occasional allusions and muttered curses is not very fruitful. I sometimes wondered at the events that shaped him. If he had not been exposed to hate and death and such an early age, would he be the man he is today? I think he is still more like Charles than he cares to admit.
Our existence continued on in this way, amicably. And then passion reared its head. I tried to stifle it, but the feelings could not be ignored. I lost the battle almost as soon as it began. One night as we sat by the simple fire he had built, something changed. I was shivering, watching the flames leap and wishing I could get warm. He leaned over and caressed my cheek with the back of his hand. I leaned in, barely breathing and attempted to memorize the feeling, to imprint the feeling of his touch upon my skin. He chuckled slightly, then moved his had to cup my chin bringing my eyes up to meet his. It seemed an eternity I was caught in his gaze. Then, ever so slowly, he drew my face in. He met my lips unhurriedly, the passion surprising in such a gentle kiss. He brought his hands up to my shoulders and trailed his fingers down my arms, causing me to shiver with pleasure.
His hands clamped around my waist. He lifted me up as if I were little more than a doll and laid me on the ground. I laid my head back and looked up at him, eyes shining with trust. He knelt down beside me and leaned over me. I began unbuttoning his shirt moving languidly from one button to the next. Unrushed, I slowly slipped the shirt off his shoulders, running my hands over his shoulders and into his sleeves. I drew the shirt off, letting it fall into my hands. I placed it lightly to one side. He laid himself on top of me slowly, giving me time to adjust to the weight. The feeling of our skins flushed together was exquisite. I wrapped my legs up around his waist, bending my back in pleasure. That night, we were one.
A few weeks later, all that was forgotten. As I lay on freezing metal of the truck, I looked up into a face that held no pity. I had sacrificed everything to save him, but it didn’t matter. I wasn’t one of them anymore. I cried for the first time that night. I was so alone. But, I understood. Living so long with such a simple mandate, doesn’t allow for change. All complications must be eliminated. I was another complication, something he couldn’t face. So he left me behind, preferring to think of me as dead than rework his beliefs. I understand, but I can’t forgive.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I look off over the water. The city is bright tonight and the heavens are clear. And, calling on what grace resides within me still, I fling myself into the abyss.