Frightened
I wrote this because mystique and destiny are my two favorite couples if by some chance
you don't like either of the characters , don't like them together wether it be because you just
don't like them as a couple or don't like f/f stuff then you probably should not read this thank
you
" weak. . . . I'm so weak and old, how can this be, how can we be. "
she spoke in a broken whispering tone to herself. Destiny looked down at her hands weak and
shaking, her hands stiff and useless, old hands. She folded her hands into fists as tight she could,
the trembling now even more than before. She closed her eyes picturing yourself as she once
was when she was young and beautiful. Dark brown eyes surrounded by an almost crystal clear
white, her eyes sparkled when she was young. It was a mirror that reflected the fire that burned
in her soul fire that burned for one her mind went blank as her mouth spoke completely the of its
own accord
" mystique".
Thinking of Raven and herself in the past brought an almost childlike smile to her face.
Oh I loved her so much then. . . I love her so much now. Her eyes filled with tears, as she
thought of the past with them together. Destiny's thoughts were so deep she could almost feel
her skin tighten, their lips touching, the feel of the woman's finger is running through her auburn
hair [it was long soft and delicate growing slightly at the tips then], and ravens eyes would burn
even brighter with desire. Destiny would open her eyes to catch a glimpse of the beautiful
yellow seeping out from beneath the blue. As the memory faded she folded her hands into her
lap, hunching over she began to sob uncontrollably as she rocked back and forth.
" How, how can she loved me like this I'm so old, to old. Things have changed so much,
she can't want me now. . . " but before she could finish she felt arms snake around her torso
slowly, the grip tightly. " raven" she gasps.
Placing a single finger over her mouth she said " don't cry sweet I'm yours. You captured
me long ago. . . And you are on one person I will never escape from, but then. . . " she squeezes
her tighter with the blue lawns, consumers often behind the ears she whispers
" it's not like I'm complaining either."
I wrote this because mystique and destiny are my two favorite couples if by some chance
you don't like either of the characters , don't like them together wether it be because you just
don't like them as a couple or don't like f/f stuff then you probably should not read this thank
you
" weak. . . . I'm so weak and old, how can this be, how can we be. "
she spoke in a broken whispering tone to herself. Destiny looked down at her hands weak and
shaking, her hands stiff and useless, old hands. She folded her hands into fists as tight she could,
the trembling now even more than before. She closed her eyes picturing yourself as she once
was when she was young and beautiful. Dark brown eyes surrounded by an almost crystal clear
white, her eyes sparkled when she was young. It was a mirror that reflected the fire that burned
in her soul fire that burned for one her mind went blank as her mouth spoke completely the of its
own accord
" mystique".
Thinking of Raven and herself in the past brought an almost childlike smile to her face.
Oh I loved her so much then. . . I love her so much now. Her eyes filled with tears, as she
thought of the past with them together. Destiny's thoughts were so deep she could almost feel
her skin tighten, their lips touching, the feel of the woman's finger is running through her auburn
hair [it was long soft and delicate growing slightly at the tips then], and ravens eyes would burn
even brighter with desire. Destiny would open her eyes to catch a glimpse of the beautiful
yellow seeping out from beneath the blue. As the memory faded she folded her hands into her
lap, hunching over she began to sob uncontrollably as she rocked back and forth.
" How, how can she loved me like this I'm so old, to old. Things have changed so much,
she can't want me now. . . " but before she could finish she felt arms snake around her torso
slowly, the grip tightly. " raven" she gasps.
Placing a single finger over her mouth she said " don't cry sweet I'm yours. You captured
me long ago. . . And you are on one person I will never escape from, but then. . . " she squeezes
her tighter with the blue lawns, consumers often behind the ears she whispers
" it's not like I'm complaining either."