Author's Note: This is just an idea that popped in my head out of the blue. I'm going with it because I just like writing X-Men/Brotherhood pairings.
Dear Diary
Dear Diary,
I had that dream again. You know the one. He was in it, as always. We were on a beach this time. I was lounging on the sands. He stood out in water up to his waist with waves playing around his slim frame. Droplets shimmered on his bare chest, miniature diamonds in the sun. I wanted to lick up the droplets, roll his taste on my tongue. Foolish, I know. It was only a dream, after all.
Will we always be enemies? I pray not. Some days I'm tempted to throw away my life with the X-Men to be with him, but I can't bring myself to do that. Maybe if things were different... If the Brotherhood weren't so... so... Well, I've spent plenty of pages describing them. You know how they are.
I wonder everyday what the others would do if I told them about the feelings that coursed through me. I would like to think that they would be accepting, but somehow I doubt it. He is the enemy after all.
The Professor, he would probably be understanding if he knew. Maybe he already does know. He doesn't seem like the type to peek into people's heads without permission, but that doesn't mean he hasn't. If he knows how I feel, at least he's keeping it to himself.
And still my thoughts wander back to you-know-who. He's never far from my mind, even though I don't dare write his name for fear of someone reading it.
I just wish I knew what it was about him that drew me to him. Oh, I don't deny that he's beyond cute and verging on handsome. I could watch him all day, drinking him in like a fine wine. His hair a pale wonder, like spun moonlight... Body so slim, almost feminine if not for the shoulders being a bit too broad for any woman... And that smile, as if he's always laughing at some private joke... If only he would share that joke with me.
When he's still, he reminds me of a cat at rest. He doesn't just sit; he lounges. When he's not moving, I get a sense of repressed energy, like at any moment he could be in action. So often he's in motion, constant and beautiful. I want to run with him, though I could never keep up.
I thought today would be the day; thought I'd tell him how I felt. Everytime I approached, he was always with his Brothers. My soul cried in frustration, but to no avail. I suppose the time just wasn't right yet.
One day, though - one day I shall be the Shadow to his light. Until
then, my dreams will sustain me even as they tease me with future hopes.
May tonight bring dreams that will one day come true. Good night,
Diary.
