Title: Thoughts
Author: Daughter Of Night
Summary: Nightcrawler is having some inappropriate feelings for a young girl.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters found in this story.
Rating: For adult concepts
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He hadn't loved her then. He had saved her life, but it wasn't because he loved her; it was because it was RIGHT. He couldn't have let her die. She was too young. She was a child, really, who had only come along with them by chance. He couldn't let her die.
When she was holding on to him, he felt her powers working. He almost passed out. She was powerful, he realized. When she was holding on to him, he hadn't loved her. But he did now, and he wished she would hold on to him again.
Of course, he knew he shouldn't be thinking these things, but he couldn't stop the thoughts coming. She was a child. She was nearly ten years younger than he, and she was already involved. It was not in his nature to feel such animosity towards anyone, but he couldn't help but feel slightly tense around Bobby Drake.
And she would never do anything like that, even if he would allow himself to. She knew better. He wished it were possible, though. If only he were younger. Then . . . no. Still, he would have no chance. They were all mutants here, true, but none of them looked quite like him. No one would ever say he was beautiful.
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She remembered the first time she had seen him. Jean was holding him there in the air, and he said, "Please don't kill me."
He sounded so sweet, so innocent. And so scared! Her heart had gone out to him in that first moment. In the next moments, when she saw the markings he had made on his skin, she thought it was the most beautiful thing she had seen in her life.
It was his faith that had given her the courage to do what she did. She had little faith of her own, but he had enough for all of them, it seemed. She had thought of saying something to him, but now, with what had happened, it did not seem like the time. Still, she had patience. She could wait.
Author: Daughter Of Night
Summary: Nightcrawler is having some inappropriate feelings for a young girl.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters found in this story.
Rating: For adult concepts
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He hadn't loved her then. He had saved her life, but it wasn't because he loved her; it was because it was RIGHT. He couldn't have let her die. She was too young. She was a child, really, who had only come along with them by chance. He couldn't let her die.
When she was holding on to him, he felt her powers working. He almost passed out. She was powerful, he realized. When she was holding on to him, he hadn't loved her. But he did now, and he wished she would hold on to him again.
Of course, he knew he shouldn't be thinking these things, but he couldn't stop the thoughts coming. She was a child. She was nearly ten years younger than he, and she was already involved. It was not in his nature to feel such animosity towards anyone, but he couldn't help but feel slightly tense around Bobby Drake.
And she would never do anything like that, even if he would allow himself to. She knew better. He wished it were possible, though. If only he were younger. Then . . . no. Still, he would have no chance. They were all mutants here, true, but none of them looked quite like him. No one would ever say he was beautiful.
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She remembered the first time she had seen him. Jean was holding him there in the air, and he said, "Please don't kill me."
He sounded so sweet, so innocent. And so scared! Her heart had gone out to him in that first moment. In the next moments, when she saw the markings he had made on his skin, she thought it was the most beautiful thing she had seen in her life.
It was his faith that had given her the courage to do what she did. She had little faith of her own, but he had enough for all of them, it seemed. She had thought of saying something to him, but now, with what had happened, it did not seem like the time. Still, she had patience. She could wait.