DISCLAIMER: Nothing is mine.
Rogue had been back to normal for several days, and if anything, was more bitter and antisocial than ever. She drove everyone, especially Kurt, farther away than ever, refusing to have anything to do with anyone.
It was late, and the mansion's inhabitants were all asleep--all but one. Kurt stood quietly, watching his younger sister's sleeping form. Rogue looked so peaceful in her sleep, as if the Sandman's dust was able to remove the strain and anger as it cast its dreamless trance over her. Without her makeup and angry expression, she looked innocent, pure, and vulnerable. Thoughts streamed through Kurt's mind as his eyes began to burn from tears he was unwilling to shed.
Under 20,000 tons of brick and stone
She carries all the weight of her own world.
But somewhere deep inside, beneath the cartilage and bone
Beats the battered heat of one little girl alone.
She is sweet like sugar, but she is bitter like the broken sugar pot.
I think that she could be anything she wants to be
She only sees what she is not.
Disbeliever,
Underachiever,
Disconcerted with the way things look from here
Disinclined and disinterested, nothing in your world seems clear.
A solitary tear forced its way past his barrier and trickled down his cheek. He longed to stroke her hair, to tell her that she mattered to him, that he didn't care that they weren't related by blood, that he loved her as a sister anyway.
With a blanket of security
And the mighty force of her own will
Treading water in her pink pajamas,
She is treading water still.
Hopelessly hopeless and
She is swimming further into the sea.
Thinking she's substandard, while all the while,
She is beautiful to me.
Disbeliever,
Underachiever,
Don't you shed another tear.
Little sister, broken heart resistor, it's not like that over here.
She is strong and silent, she is blunt and shrewd.
She thinks that nobody loves her.
If she only knew
How much we all have missed her
We are waiting for you, my little sister.
Disbeliever,
Underachiever,
Disconcerted with the way things look from here
Disinclined and disinterested, nothing in your world seems clear.
Disbeliever,
Underachiever,
Don't you shed another tear.
Little sister, broken heart resistor, it's not like that over here.
With one last look, he turned to go, wishing that she would open up and let someone show her that they cared.
"Good night, my sister" he whispered as he left the room.
Rogue's eyes filled with tears, and as the door closed, she whispered, "Good night, Kurt."
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Not mine, ppl. The song is Resistor by Brave Saint Saturn.
Rogue had been back to normal for several days, and if anything, was more bitter and antisocial than ever. She drove everyone, especially Kurt, farther away than ever, refusing to have anything to do with anyone.
It was late, and the mansion's inhabitants were all asleep--all but one. Kurt stood quietly, watching his younger sister's sleeping form. Rogue looked so peaceful in her sleep, as if the Sandman's dust was able to remove the strain and anger as it cast its dreamless trance over her. Without her makeup and angry expression, she looked innocent, pure, and vulnerable. Thoughts streamed through Kurt's mind as his eyes began to burn from tears he was unwilling to shed.
Under 20,000 tons of brick and stone
She carries all the weight of her own world.
But somewhere deep inside, beneath the cartilage and bone
Beats the battered heat of one little girl alone.
She is sweet like sugar, but she is bitter like the broken sugar pot.
I think that she could be anything she wants to be
She only sees what she is not.
Disbeliever,
Underachiever,
Disconcerted with the way things look from here
Disinclined and disinterested, nothing in your world seems clear.
A solitary tear forced its way past his barrier and trickled down his cheek. He longed to stroke her hair, to tell her that she mattered to him, that he didn't care that they weren't related by blood, that he loved her as a sister anyway.
With a blanket of security
And the mighty force of her own will
Treading water in her pink pajamas,
She is treading water still.
Hopelessly hopeless and
She is swimming further into the sea.
Thinking she's substandard, while all the while,
She is beautiful to me.
Disbeliever,
Underachiever,
Don't you shed another tear.
Little sister, broken heart resistor, it's not like that over here.
She is strong and silent, she is blunt and shrewd.
She thinks that nobody loves her.
If she only knew
How much we all have missed her
We are waiting for you, my little sister.
Disbeliever,
Underachiever,
Disconcerted with the way things look from here
Disinclined and disinterested, nothing in your world seems clear.
Disbeliever,
Underachiever,
Don't you shed another tear.
Little sister, broken heart resistor, it's not like that over here.
With one last look, he turned to go, wishing that she would open up and let someone show her that they cared.
"Good night, my sister" he whispered as he left the room.
Rogue's eyes filled with tears, and as the door closed, she whispered, "Good night, Kurt."
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Not mine, ppl. The song is Resistor by Brave Saint Saturn.