-this beast in me- {ota}
Most of the time, Rogue could handle what her powers did. In the space of a few hours, things would filter out and feel more like a dream than anything else. Memories sometimes lingered, depending on the severity of the transfer. The claws had finally gone away, although Rogue was constantly itching the inside of her wrist where the bone had pierced through after a few hours with Daken's power; she'd ruined a shirt and two pairs of gloves and bled over her bedding before the healing kicked in and the wound closed up again.
She decided then and there that bone claws were not her thing and she would rather not have them again, thank you very much. As useful as the regeneration had been, especially at the time, her side closing within seconds thanks to the power, Rogue was suffering more the after effects of the absorption this time.
As troubled as her home life had been, even before her mutation, she'd never felt unloved, or neglected. She'd never grown up with hatred or fear. She hadn't been called names or threatened or treated differently. It was daunting, mixing in the memories that filtered through her -name calling, the burden of an unloving mother, the drive to make a father proud, the pain of seeing that one person, that only person who mattered, die. It took Rogue a while to piece things together. Although they were slotting in carefully.
She knew that Akihiro was adopted, fostered really. She knew that he never felt a mothers love, but always knew the pride of a father. Until one day, Rogue hadn't figured out why, Akihiro's father killed himself. Rogue kept seeing the image flash behind her eyelids when she closed her eyes, felt the pure grief from losing a father before the bitter sting of rejection and hate sept in.
Rubbing a hand over her face, Rogue tried to push it out of her mind, instead turning her attention back to the gym equipment in front of her that she was contemplating using.
She decided then and there that bone claws were not her thing and she would rather not have them again, thank you very much. As useful as the regeneration had been, especially at the time, her side closing within seconds thanks to the power, Rogue was suffering more the after effects of the absorption this time.
As troubled as her home life had been, even before her mutation, she'd never felt unloved, or neglected. She'd never grown up with hatred or fear. She hadn't been called names or threatened or treated differently. It was daunting, mixing in the memories that filtered through her -name calling, the burden of an unloving mother, the drive to make a father proud, the pain of seeing that one person, that only person who mattered, die. It took Rogue a while to piece things together. Although they were slotting in carefully.
She knew that Akihiro was adopted, fostered really. She knew that he never felt a mothers love, but always knew the pride of a father. Until one day, Rogue hadn't figured out why, Akihiro's father killed himself. Rogue kept seeing the image flash behind her eyelids when she closed her eyes, felt the pure grief from losing a father before the bitter sting of rejection and hate sept in.
Rubbing a hand over her face, Rogue tried to push it out of her mind, instead turning her attention back to the gym equipment in front of her that she was contemplating using.