Fey
By Unanon unanon@yahoo.com
Summary: Excalibur era. Meggan POV Rating: PG Disclaimer: Marvel's Archive: Just ask. ~~~~~
She is always anything they say she should be. Beast or princess, monster or whore, 'all the faces are the same underneath anyway,' she'd think as she let herself alter a little to suit his yearning. He wants her blonde and pliant, like him, and she once was happiest at his pleasure.
She remembers before when he only gave her the indifferent kindness and affection one grants a pet. You don't teach pets to read, to be self- reliant. Brian used her ignorance as a leash when it suited him.
But it was hard, so hard not to be what he wanted, what they all wanted. So hard not to change into the naked reflection of his desire, Kurt's desire, anyone's desire. Their longings trembled in the air trapped between bodies and brushed across her skin, tickling it to reflect what they secretly willed. It hurt not to change. It hurt not to make them happy.
Meggan never liked being hurt, so in the beginning she'd let herself melt into their wishes, deepening pale skin to blue and back again. Torn between two men, two worlds, two lovers, until convention forced her to make a choice.
The breezes whisper sometimes in her ear that she chose poorly.
~fin~
Summary: Excalibur era. Meggan POV Rating: PG Disclaimer: Marvel's Archive: Just ask. ~~~~~
She is always anything they say she should be. Beast or princess, monster or whore, 'all the faces are the same underneath anyway,' she'd think as she let herself alter a little to suit his yearning. He wants her blonde and pliant, like him, and she once was happiest at his pleasure.
She remembers before when he only gave her the indifferent kindness and affection one grants a pet. You don't teach pets to read, to be self- reliant. Brian used her ignorance as a leash when it suited him.
But it was hard, so hard not to be what he wanted, what they all wanted. So hard not to change into the naked reflection of his desire, Kurt's desire, anyone's desire. Their longings trembled in the air trapped between bodies and brushed across her skin, tickling it to reflect what they secretly willed. It hurt not to change. It hurt not to make them happy.
Meggan never liked being hurt, so in the beginning she'd let herself melt into their wishes, deepening pale skin to blue and back again. Torn between two men, two worlds, two lovers, until convention forced her to make a choice.
The breezes whisper sometimes in her ear that she chose poorly.
~fin~