Title: Snow White's Scents
Author: Autumn
Series: Through My Eyes
Disclaimer in part one ********
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Marie is screaming. The worst sound I've ever heard. Purely animal, it is fear, excruciating pain and a cry for help. And I want too, need to answer that call. I don't care what it cost me. My health, my life if necessary. I know there is nothing I wouldn't do for the girl. I know I need to get her out of that damn thing before the screaming stops. I owe it too her. I mighta picked her up in the hills, but I fuckin' stabbed her yesterday. Odds aside, I genuinely want too help her. It's been too damn long since I felt that. And my concern for Marie brings out the protective instincts. Her safety means I need to know what kind of people she is surrounded by.
Charles and buckethead have a lot of things in common. They're both passionate about their dream. They're stubborn, tenacious, and like too win. I might be talking out of my ass, but I have a way of pegging people, and I'm usually right. Take Jean for example. Her heart's in the right place, her hands ain't. Storm, well never really got to know her but she fights for what she believes in. Respectable in anyone. Cyke is basically a good guy, even if it is fun to give him shit. He wants to do the right thing, even if it means sacrificing someone on the team. I don't know if Jean knows that, but I have no doubt she'd go on to another place if it was the right thing to do. Bitter pill to swallow.
It pisses me off that he's getting ready to blast Marie. I've gotta at least try to get to her, I just need the chance. If I failed, I tried, and Cyke will kill us all. I can see that fucker up there hovering, doesn't look surprised to see us down here. The X-Men see him as a menace, a psychotic one at that. But he's as lucid as Charles. They're two sides of the goddamn coin, but only one of them sees it. Three guesses as to whom. It doesn't take long to judge a character. Well for me it don't, you just gotta use your senses. Eyes ain't enough, smells, sounds and movement tell you everything you need to know.
Magneto is the most controlled person I've ever seen. He holds himself in a confident posture; there is no doubt he knows what he wants and how to get it. He smells of hot steel. I don't know if it has something to do with his gift, but I'd say that influences it, but he's steel. Rigid, uncompromising and collected. He speaks fluently and with precision, not a word is wasted. He's not the madman that even some of the X-Men see him as; he's a fucking genius, which is more frightening and much worse.
Cyclops. He's struggling with the burden that's been placed on his shoulders. He's overtaxed which anyone watching him walk can see. An entire pole up the ass is kind of hard to miss. Scottyboy is the leader. He's young and inexperienced, a dangerous combination anywhere. I have no doubt that he will one day fit the role that Charles has fashioned for him, but at the moment he's treading water. His smell if of gasoline. His power is unharnessable, and his emotions are conflicting. Should he loose control, he could explode. Jean is probably the most contradictory of the X-Men. She radiates power and intelligence, and beneath that mask of confidence is an underlying sense of frustration. It comes out in her behaviors most often directed at her lover. I don't doubt that she loves him, but we often take our frustrations out on those we are closest too. I suspect her frustrations come from her lack of progress in strengthening her powers. Charles holds her in high regard, and weather he knows it or not, he influences all of them. They're still like kids that want to please their teacher. Her scent is of electricity. There is a surge of the unnatural, fused with her own being.
Storm is the most enigmatic. She is aloof, she is confident and has a commanding aura. Storm is shrewd and calculating. She works everything over in her mind and examines every angle before she weighs in with her two cents. Her stint as a goddess probably had something to do with her behavior. Despite that, she smells of earth freshly rained upon. Rich and natural. She is the ground of this team.
Marie. Marie is everything and nothing. She is a mixture of dark and light. I can smell her now. It is the cold metallic smell of steel, Erik's imprint upon her and her own natural bouquet. Marie is smoke and water. I can't explain the duality, but she is both. Her personality is hickory smoke. Sweeter than any other brand of smoke, its light and pleasant when many are irritating. The water scent is not so much a unique spell as it is a diffusion of her natural scent mixed with another. It smelled diluted the day after I stabbed her, and I can smell the same change now. A unique scent, she will always be easy to find.
The lack of hickory is makin' me nervous. I gotta get up there now. Before the smoke goes out, before she dies. That fucker will get what's coming to him.
Author: Autumn
Series: Through My Eyes
Disclaimer in part one ********
**********************
Marie is screaming. The worst sound I've ever heard. Purely animal, it is fear, excruciating pain and a cry for help. And I want too, need to answer that call. I don't care what it cost me. My health, my life if necessary. I know there is nothing I wouldn't do for the girl. I know I need to get her out of that damn thing before the screaming stops. I owe it too her. I mighta picked her up in the hills, but I fuckin' stabbed her yesterday. Odds aside, I genuinely want too help her. It's been too damn long since I felt that. And my concern for Marie brings out the protective instincts. Her safety means I need to know what kind of people she is surrounded by.
Charles and buckethead have a lot of things in common. They're both passionate about their dream. They're stubborn, tenacious, and like too win. I might be talking out of my ass, but I have a way of pegging people, and I'm usually right. Take Jean for example. Her heart's in the right place, her hands ain't. Storm, well never really got to know her but she fights for what she believes in. Respectable in anyone. Cyke is basically a good guy, even if it is fun to give him shit. He wants to do the right thing, even if it means sacrificing someone on the team. I don't know if Jean knows that, but I have no doubt she'd go on to another place if it was the right thing to do. Bitter pill to swallow.
It pisses me off that he's getting ready to blast Marie. I've gotta at least try to get to her, I just need the chance. If I failed, I tried, and Cyke will kill us all. I can see that fucker up there hovering, doesn't look surprised to see us down here. The X-Men see him as a menace, a psychotic one at that. But he's as lucid as Charles. They're two sides of the goddamn coin, but only one of them sees it. Three guesses as to whom. It doesn't take long to judge a character. Well for me it don't, you just gotta use your senses. Eyes ain't enough, smells, sounds and movement tell you everything you need to know.
Magneto is the most controlled person I've ever seen. He holds himself in a confident posture; there is no doubt he knows what he wants and how to get it. He smells of hot steel. I don't know if it has something to do with his gift, but I'd say that influences it, but he's steel. Rigid, uncompromising and collected. He speaks fluently and with precision, not a word is wasted. He's not the madman that even some of the X-Men see him as; he's a fucking genius, which is more frightening and much worse.
Cyclops. He's struggling with the burden that's been placed on his shoulders. He's overtaxed which anyone watching him walk can see. An entire pole up the ass is kind of hard to miss. Scottyboy is the leader. He's young and inexperienced, a dangerous combination anywhere. I have no doubt that he will one day fit the role that Charles has fashioned for him, but at the moment he's treading water. His smell if of gasoline. His power is unharnessable, and his emotions are conflicting. Should he loose control, he could explode. Jean is probably the most contradictory of the X-Men. She radiates power and intelligence, and beneath that mask of confidence is an underlying sense of frustration. It comes out in her behaviors most often directed at her lover. I don't doubt that she loves him, but we often take our frustrations out on those we are closest too. I suspect her frustrations come from her lack of progress in strengthening her powers. Charles holds her in high regard, and weather he knows it or not, he influences all of them. They're still like kids that want to please their teacher. Her scent is of electricity. There is a surge of the unnatural, fused with her own being.
Storm is the most enigmatic. She is aloof, she is confident and has a commanding aura. Storm is shrewd and calculating. She works everything over in her mind and examines every angle before she weighs in with her two cents. Her stint as a goddess probably had something to do with her behavior. Despite that, she smells of earth freshly rained upon. Rich and natural. She is the ground of this team.
Marie. Marie is everything and nothing. She is a mixture of dark and light. I can smell her now. It is the cold metallic smell of steel, Erik's imprint upon her and her own natural bouquet. Marie is smoke and water. I can't explain the duality, but she is both. Her personality is hickory smoke. Sweeter than any other brand of smoke, its light and pleasant when many are irritating. The water scent is not so much a unique spell as it is a diffusion of her natural scent mixed with another. It smelled diluted the day after I stabbed her, and I can smell the same change now. A unique scent, she will always be easy to find.
The lack of hickory is makin' me nervous. I gotta get up there now. Before the smoke goes out, before she dies. That fucker will get what's coming to him.