Fuchsia
A breeze caressed my face blowing my hair into my eyes. I pulled the still whipping hair back, spitting the few strands out that had decided to get eaten. For a minute I thought that I'd just left a window open and was annoyed with myself for letting such a piddling thing interrupt the serious moment I was sharing with my son. Then the wind slapped me. I was knocked sideways, getting a snoot full of sofa. Therefore I was motivated to get myself up quickly. I pushed myself up and was prepared to fight the sudden tornado force winds to stay up only to find the air was dead. I peered over at the windows, which were shut, then noted that the crap that filled the room had shifted and/or fallen over. My eyes settled once more on my son, who I noticed looked decidedly un-windblown, and raised an eyebrow. "So you're a interior decorator?"
"Yes," he said eyes twinkling and scanned the room thoughtfully, "I'm thinking shades of fuchsia for the living room?" I just about melted in relief when Xander smiled his first genuine smile. The tension had eased out of his frame and I could feel the companionship between us strengthening. My answering smile was so wide I could feel the seldom-used muscles start to ache.
He shook his head and became serious again. I watched him carefully and was relieved that he did not become apprehensive and nervous again as well. "Seriously, I control the air."
I felt my eyebrow heading for my hairline again. "So you knocked me over on purpose?" I asked jokingly and was surprised when he blushed. ^I don't think I've ever seen him do that before.^
"Well maybe control is too strong a word..." I could tell he was embarrassed but instead of looking down or away this time he looked straight at me and covered up his emotions with a bashful face and a one- liner. ^This is different. Wait a minute-^
"You mean you've had you're powers for two years and you haven't learned how to control them?" My shock colored my voice. He looked down and shifted. It hit me like a thunderbolt. ^He was ashamed of his mutantcy. That's what's with the shifting.^ I frowned unsure how to handle this. As his mother I should harp and lecture and basically kick him in the butt til he sees reason. I sighed internally. ^No way in the world that would work. My mother tried that for years. It's genetic.^ Reason could smack me upside the head and I'd just keep on walking; and I had. I learned it was a trait I'd inherited from my very-married-to-a-woman-who-was-not-my-mother father and it appeared to have passed down to my son. ^I hope he doesn't getting in as many dangerous situations as I did.^
I gave another sigh, this time out loud, and shook my head ruefully. "I seem to have spotted what you got from me. To stubborn for your own good, huh?" My son looked back up and I could tell by his thoughtful expression he was thinking of his past and all the things he done that if he'd had a lick of self-preservation he would have run screaming from.
An alarm started beeping in the kitchen and I winced. With all the revelations flying through the air I'd completely forgotten. I patted my son on his knee then unfolded myself from the sofa. "I'm sorry honey. You'll have to tell me all about it but I have to go see a lawyer."
A breeze caressed my face blowing my hair into my eyes. I pulled the still whipping hair back, spitting the few strands out that had decided to get eaten. For a minute I thought that I'd just left a window open and was annoyed with myself for letting such a piddling thing interrupt the serious moment I was sharing with my son. Then the wind slapped me. I was knocked sideways, getting a snoot full of sofa. Therefore I was motivated to get myself up quickly. I pushed myself up and was prepared to fight the sudden tornado force winds to stay up only to find the air was dead. I peered over at the windows, which were shut, then noted that the crap that filled the room had shifted and/or fallen over. My eyes settled once more on my son, who I noticed looked decidedly un-windblown, and raised an eyebrow. "So you're a interior decorator?"
"Yes," he said eyes twinkling and scanned the room thoughtfully, "I'm thinking shades of fuchsia for the living room?" I just about melted in relief when Xander smiled his first genuine smile. The tension had eased out of his frame and I could feel the companionship between us strengthening. My answering smile was so wide I could feel the seldom-used muscles start to ache.
He shook his head and became serious again. I watched him carefully and was relieved that he did not become apprehensive and nervous again as well. "Seriously, I control the air."
I felt my eyebrow heading for my hairline again. "So you knocked me over on purpose?" I asked jokingly and was surprised when he blushed. ^I don't think I've ever seen him do that before.^
"Well maybe control is too strong a word..." I could tell he was embarrassed but instead of looking down or away this time he looked straight at me and covered up his emotions with a bashful face and a one- liner. ^This is different. Wait a minute-^
"You mean you've had you're powers for two years and you haven't learned how to control them?" My shock colored my voice. He looked down and shifted. It hit me like a thunderbolt. ^He was ashamed of his mutantcy. That's what's with the shifting.^ I frowned unsure how to handle this. As his mother I should harp and lecture and basically kick him in the butt til he sees reason. I sighed internally. ^No way in the world that would work. My mother tried that for years. It's genetic.^ Reason could smack me upside the head and I'd just keep on walking; and I had. I learned it was a trait I'd inherited from my very-married-to-a-woman-who-was-not-my-mother father and it appeared to have passed down to my son. ^I hope he doesn't getting in as many dangerous situations as I did.^
I gave another sigh, this time out loud, and shook my head ruefully. "I seem to have spotted what you got from me. To stubborn for your own good, huh?" My son looked back up and I could tell by his thoughtful expression he was thinking of his past and all the things he done that if he'd had a lick of self-preservation he would have run screaming from.
An alarm started beeping in the kitchen and I winced. With all the revelations flying through the air I'd completely forgotten. I patted my son on his knee then unfolded myself from the sofa. "I'm sorry honey. You'll have to tell me all about it but I have to go see a lawyer."
