1. Introduction (PsyBre) – 01/02/12
Betsy Braddock's violet eyes widened as she stared through the two-way mirror into the room, unseen by the prisoner on the other side. The fact they caught him was surprising. That they managed to hold him was a miracle.
As she looked over the blonde man who fought against the specially made adamantium-bonds, growling like a wild animal, her hand found its way to rest on her stomach, over the scars those restrained claws had once left.
She had only just managed to pull her gaze away from the window when she heard him.
"C'mere Purple...I'll finish the job..."
23. Cat (PsyBre) – 01/02/12
It became evident, the more time Betsy spent with Victor, that his namesake, 'Sabretooth', was rather fitting. Not for his claws, or fangs, or tendancy to attack without thought. No, it was because sabretooth animals were most often...cats.
And now, as the vicious killer lay curled on their couch, basking in the warmth from the fireplace and with his head cuddled against her lap, Betsy couldn't help but wonder...
Slowly, so as not to startle him, she started to pet his long blonde hair. And sure enough, in the winter silence, she could hear a faint purring in his throat.
30. Under The Rain(RoLo) - 01/02/12
Logan gazed up at the silver sky, rain drops falling onto his face. His eyes were hazy as he watched her- the way her body moved naturally through the sky, hair disappearing into the cloud cover above. He wanted nothing more than to join the Goddess in the sky.
Slowly, his cold gray eyes stared down at himself. In the muddied reflection that stared back, he saw a killer, bloodied and disgusting. No amount of rain could cleanse him of these sins.
He wanted nothing more than to join his Goddess...but creatures like him were meant to watch from below.
35. Hold My Hand(PsyBre) – 01/02/12
The request had been a rather odd one. Betsy was fairly used to Victor being sudden, whether with surprise trips or changes of mood. But even something like this was out of the ordinary.
"What?" She asked, violet eyes sparkling with unheard laughter.
A muted growl kept her laughter back, but she couldn't help but smile as her beloved managed to force out, "...hold my hand..."
She understood the importance of the request to him- his claws, unlike the Wolverines, were not retractable, but just as deadly. Slowly, gently, she laced their fingers together and continued to walk.