I can't help it. I have an addiction. To X-men: Evo. And my solution: write more XME. So, I've decided to write my own set of drabbles. Well, I don't know how often I'll get around to writing these, but expect them randomly.
Now, before I screw anybody up, I want to remind you all what drabbles are. They can be anything, from any part of the XM:E timeline, and even (occasionally) part of my own timeline. So, if one chapter takes place in the spring and the next is in mid-September, I don't want to hear anything resembling, "hea wut r u ritin abut? ur last chaptr was in may!!1 lol". Besides the atrocious grammar and spelling errors, dumb questions just anger me.
Some of these will be continued, others won't. It all depends on whether or not I think it needs to be carried on further from there.
Also, I'll have virtually any combination of characters, not just the ones I'm used to writing. I want to experiment this one, and explore what I haven't yet written. Yes, this means couples other than Scogue. I'm not making any promises, but there will most likely be Jott, Kurtty, Lancitty, Evan thrown in with… someone, possibly a few of the newbies thrown in for good measure (should I add the BoM and/ Acolytes, too?) and maybe, if I'm really feeling up to it, Romy.
But don't hope to hard for the last one.
Disclaimer: Don't own it. But I can take as many liberties with the characters as I want (so long as it doesn't involve me gaining money as a result in any way, shape, or form.) :D Yes. I do know my rights.
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What Are You Wearing?
Rogue was not one for heat. You could even say she hated it. It wasn't just her near-deathly pale skin that made it unbearable; it was the clothing. While everyone else had the liberty of lounging about in bikinis and shorts and flip-flips, she was roasting in a long-sleeve shirt and jeans. If she even thought about wearing anything above the knee, she had to venture in her closet, in search of tights. Jeans were bad in August, but tights were excruciating.
So, this meant, as a result, she spent a good chunk of her time indoors from about mid-May onto, say, early September. It was most likely another reason why she still hadn't had a boyfriend yet, excluding the tragic Cody incident when she first discovered her powers.
But it was a balmy day in June. The temperature was high 70s, and, frankly, Rogue had promised herself this summer she wouldn't sulk. Much.
Everyone was outside, most likely in the pool or playing a game of softball, which was, basically, perfect for her. She locked the door, threw open the bay windows, and took off her shirt and pants. She replaced them with a sleeveless green shirt and her only pair of shorts, in khaki. She never dressed like this. It was kind of relieving, in a nice way.
She pulled her hair back at the nape of her neck, borrowing one of Kitty's hair ties in the process. Rogue blasted her favorite music, a medley of soft rock and blues, along with some classics thrown in. There was just something about Billy Joel's voice that made her want to jump up and sing along to the song at the top of her lungs. Granted, it probably wouldn't been has bad if it wasn't for her being completely and utterly hopelessly tone deaf. You'd think a 'Southern Belle' would know how to properly carry a tune, nope.
"BECAUSE YOU HAD TO BE A BIG SHOT, DIDN'T YOU?! YOU HAD TO OPEN UP YOUR M-"
Rogue stopped mid-verse as two figures fell through the wall. Literally. Through the wall. Jesus, how many times was she going to have to tell Kitty to knock first, and then phase through the door?
But as she leaned over, she realized why Kitty might not heed Rogue's warnings. The girl was currently lying on the floor, playing tonsil hockey none other than…
…Kurt.
It was all she could take to control her gag reflex. Of all the things… She ran to her door, unlocked it, threw it open, and ran to the bathroom. Before she could, she slammed into someone's broad, solid, and bare chest. As the memories, thoughts, and feelings of none other than Scott Summers flooded into her brain, she sank to the ground. Life sucked.
"Rogue… What are you wearing?"