The Fallen by Eve-the-Charlotte
Pairings: Mentions former Warren/Scott and Warren/Rogue; current Warren/Jubilee.
Third in my little X-Men Evo series, since some of the characters don't get enough limelight and some, well, some I just like to mess with.
Warren Worthington III is not a patient man by nature, even he recognized that. He stared at the pretty Asian who was playing some sort of mutant version of Tag. No, not a patient man at all, yet at the same time, he wished, no, begged, for patience, for some semblance of morality to be put into his soul. He definitely did not act like he looked. An angel, a being of purity and light, the faithful that served God with their very beings and helped guide wayward humans make the right choice and to protect them. He was the opposite of that, not good, not pure, not with the sins he has committed. Not with what he has done.
He remembers tanned skin and hard muscles from training and ruby red lenses that masked eyes of unknown color. He also remembers feeling lily white skin through a thin scarf and white streaks covering both emerald green eyes and a soft, feminine face. He remembers the morning after, leaving before they woke, lest they discover what had happened. It would not do for an angel to commit fornification with other angels.
Yet, he could not quite feel the regret while he catches the eyes of another angel, this one with beige skin and soft raven hair and almond shaped brown eyes. He knew he was no angel; he was one of the fallen. He shouldn't feel this, this thing, this unknown emotion for a minor, not just as Xavier had let him into his house to teach these little cherubs. He wanted to love her, to hold her as she cried, to make love to her, to know that she was his and his alone.
Worst of all, she seemed utterly oblivious to his intentions for her, but taunted him in the same breath. She hugged him, seemingly more than others, and closer, so much closer, he could feel her body practically melting into his. Also, she always greeted him first in the morning, and she would come to him before the other teachers, possibly before her friends, for his opinions on her outfits and what his views on her problems and her views and her world.
He was being tempted, and would not be able to resist for much longer. Indeed, he had fallen.
I like torturing Angel with love. Plus, he'd probably be the guy the girls would swoon over, but they couldn't get because he loved another. Anyways, R-E-V-I-E-W! Review!