Oh man, I am on a roll huh? Three chapters in one day. Whew, well, anyway,
here is the part I know you all have been waiting for. Hunks of Farah and
Kurt romance and angst here, uninterrupted by other stuff. I think that
pretty much explains this chapter, eh? Lmao, so here it is....
DISCLAIMER: Need I say it again? Lmao.
'A Soul Reborn' By BlueEyes
The sun was glistening.
Her eyes glittered and beheld as the sun heaved heat on the snow and melted it slowly but surely. Fairenth was recuperating, the wound in her side throbbing some, but she could deal with it. So much worse had befell to her, a stab wound was the least of it. The Professor was fiercely affected though, so it seemed. He had gone to the lab where Mr. McCoy always was, and stayed in there for what seemed like sempiternity before coming out with wide eyes, telling her to stick close to the mansion and keep in sight. She had heeded though, so here she was, outside, sticking to the boundary of the overly secured mansion. Her eyes stayed locked on the beaming sun, moving in and out of the clouds, blocking it's view every ten seconds. Farah had ventured out to the garden to sit and relax, but how could she? Everything reallocated and spoke volumes around her, flowers coming back to animation and tree's recovering their ravishing leaves...
Everything was coming back to vivacity.
She turned her eyes down from the sun and sighed a bit eagerly. She moved restlessly from the dainty bench some, and then with an exasperated grunt, got up, and strolled around the garden to the little woods in the back. She wouldn't wander far, she told herself gingerly. The sweater hugged her body closely, keeping her wound and herself at a balanced temperature as she walked hastily, listening to the birds and animals hum in the tranquility of the woods. She let a smile float over her lips, and she took a deep breath of the air of nature. Her eyes washed open again, and she felt the most at condoled than she ever had at the Institute. Farah looked to the ground as she walked, careful not to step on anything she need not. Her eyes finally cinched on a cracked twig. She pouted some, and bent down gradually. Picking it up off the snowy ground, she looked around the edges and determined it was just then broken. She turned her eyes upward with cynicism, and then got up from her crouch. She stepped more softly, and took her time as she noticed more and more broken twigs and footprints in the snow. The footprints were strewed though, due to half of them being fused from the heat. She sighed as she came to a stop at a clearing.
No one.
Figuring herself to be mistrustful, she just turned around slowly, and started back. Just as she walked past the large elm tree to her left, she heard footsteps behind her. She turned abruptly, and saw a figure move in the clearing. She narrowed her eyes to see better, and then walked forward sluggishly. She got to the edge of the clearing, and grinned smugly when she saw... Kurt. Standing there, appearing as if he was lost. She shook her head effortlessly, and canted against the tree for sustain on her burning side. She watched him, observantly. Nature had taught her allot of things in her adolescence, how to rank things from behavior, to body communication, to how a tree swags and the grass whistles. Now as she watched where Kurt stood, and looked about, her mind raced with objectives.
He stood as if he was exhausted. His figure was crooked over more than usual, and he seemed to confide on his left leg for more support than his right. The way he looked around insinuated to Fairenth that he was either deeply attentive in his environs, or he was looking for a way out, and escape in all senses. Her hair seeped out of the sweatshirt when she cocked her head to the side slightly. What was he doing out here anyway? Her mind inquired silently, and she elevated a sigh, aware now that she was being nosy. She rolled her eyes casually at herself, and turned around to go. Just as she stepped onto the path, she heard a snap and flinched when she apprehended she had stepped on a twig.
"Fairenth?" his voice rang out, startled but a sense of humor wandering in and out of it. She creased her face up at herself, and damned herself for not be clandestine about going. She heard him walk nearer, and she took a deep breath before turning languidly. She smiled some at him. He raised an eyebrow from his place adjacent her.
"What are you doing out here?" he catechized, and she raised her eyebrows slowly, looking for a likely explanation in her mind. She went to mover her mouth silently, trying to find the words. Finding a quick justification, she gave him a acquainted look and patted the big elm tree from before with her right hand.
"Mr. McCoy, he uh, he needed a leaf sample...so...uh, yeah" she said, and snapped a leaf off the branch and held it up. Kurt looked at her as if she was insane, but she only stared back as if she knew exactly what she was doing. She hoisted a sigh, and the looked at the leaf again, before nibbling her lip and nodding.
"So I...should get it back to him, I...suppose" she rotated, mentally smacking herself for being so headstrong. She was past the elm tree when his voice halted her.
"You uh, you don't have to go" he said, and she turned, still knawing on her lip. She held up the leaf indifferently.
"But...he needs the sample?" she challenged and he smiled at her. No, she thought, he grinned at her. She just gawked back, her turn to ponder if he was out here talking to himself or something daft in that manner. He chuckled some, and then gaped at her.
"I think Mr. McCoy will understand" he said, and she nodded and exchanged hips again to assist the persisting pain in her side. Farah averted her inquizitive eyes full force on his.
"What are YOU doing out here?" she asked, and he just gazed out and over to the foliage around him, the falling leaves and the snow covered bottoms... then back to her.
"Thinking" he muffled and started to hike to the little bench set up in the clearing. Fairenth could only think that the Professor had set it out here, it was such an attractive spot. She cocked her head to the side and observed him walk for the moment. He didn't have his watch on him, which struck as peculiar in Fairenth's book. She slowly caught up to where he had stopped at the bench and sat down. She stood in front of him, her hair lashing around her face as the wind blew.
"Thinking about what?" she asked casually, her oh-so-familiar accent bubbling in her throat. He was hushed for a moment, and then shook his head as she looked at him as if she was rummaging for the answer in his very soul. Maybe she was.
"Things" he murmured, looking to go around the subject. She looked back at him, and wasn't about to let him get away with that reply. She raised a elegant eyebrow and her white eyes shone almost.... playfully.
"Isn't that sort of... vague?" she asked, and sat down beside him slowly. He stuck her hands into the pockets of the sweater and he sighed. Fairenth was allot more confident than the first day he met her, and so much more true to herself. He turned his yellow eyes to hers, and thought back to a statement she had made about him.
'Your eyes....reflect....mine....'
He sighed, and shook his head as if that was his response, and they sat calm for the moment. Both of them gazed out into the breezy wilderness as if they were easeful with just the comapny of themselves. Fairenth looked over the scenery and took in the basic nature of the pure forest in front of her. No one felt what the forest felt, only she did. She felt the sorrow that initiated from deep into the middle of the forest, grieving the death of a tree that was cut down for housing area. She felt the animals make haste in the woods, dashing about their business and getting ready for the spring to break so they could mate and bring new vitality into the world. She felt the inklings of vines growing under her feet, ready to split out of the earth to be colored flowers, or ripening trees. She looked at Kurt with a new perception, and he just stared ahead. She stood up and guarded out her hand slowly, not asking for him to take it. Just as a proposal of sorts. He stared at it as if I was going to attack him at any given moment. He gave her a skeptical look.
"I want to show you something" she said sincerely, and he took his three- fingered hand out of his pocket, and gripped hers tightly to get up. She towwed on him lightly, and drew him to the midpoint of the clearing. There, she stooped down curiously, and sat on her knees. She gestured for Kurt to do the same thing, but he just gawked at her. Fairenth smiled.
"C'mon" was all she said, and he sighed with bafflement, but sat adjacent to her anyway. He felt uncomfortable as he watched her clear some of the melting snow off of the hard ground to reveal the soil beneath. He raised an eyebrow.
"What are you doing?" he asked, and she didn't reply as she put her hand straight on the earth and felt for the familiar warmth. She moved it to distinct places slowly, and then smiled when she felt the heat coming directly out of the little patch of earth. She turned her white eyes to Kurt deliberately, and Kurt could only watch. Her eyes were a brilliant white, as they often were when she was working her enchantment. But now... now it seemed the sun conducted it's light souly on her, ascertaining every fiber of her hair and hinting at her features so it made her look almost.... saintly. He found himself absorbed, and encountering a feeling deep in his chest he hadn't known in an sempiternity. Pure and utter desire.
She took her hand off of the earth for a moment, and then took his mildly into hers. With tender motions, she placed his hand on the earth where the ardor was dispelling from. Then she put her hand at once on top of his, and looked at him again.
"You feel that?" she asked, and he nodded justly as he localized his attention on the ground. The ground was... warm to the touch, but his mind debated with him. It was the end of February, and snow still surfaced the ground. How on earth could the ground be tepid with such heat when it should be frozen solid? Fairenth's flowing voice broke his thoughts.
"On every inch of this clearing are small patches of heat waves where a new flower will germinate. A flower in place of the one that withered at the end of spring and the arising of winter. The tepidness you feel is the kindle of life diffusing out of the seed, increasing and transmitting into the earth. As of right now, the flower can't break ground here because it is so hard....but...sometimes..." she postponed her words, and Kurt stared at the ground as she focussed on that patch. His eyes went spacious when he saw the sprout of a flower unwind from the arctic ground. The bud on the flower progressively opened, and a daisy flower spurted and widespread, aimed to the sun. He heard Fairenth sigh in gratification, and he could only watch in veneration as she spoke.
"....Sometimes life startles us and conquers the odds" she completed, and took her hand off of Kurt's. The warmth immediately dispersed, but his alertness was still focused on her hand as she swept the snow off the ground to divulge little tendrils of flowers strewn and growing over the hard ground. His eyes were glistening with wonderment, and he turned them back to hers while she spoke.
"You see that? You made life occur, Kurt. By depositing your hand over that tepid seed, you added to the warmth, giving it the opportunity to grow and gain subsistence. The only thing I did was focus on making you feel the fire of the soul within it" she said, and he beheld her still, her eyes shining with pure life and sonority. She looked uninterrupted into his eyes as they sat side by side.
"If something as frail as that came break such superiority, then I guess... you can do the same, only more competently" Fairenth said, and he was full of shock with her. No one astounded him more than Fairenth Croix and her way of dealing. His eyes penetrated her face gracefully, and he perceived her as she stared right back to him, her lips slightly parted and tempting. He leaned forward and met her gradually, savoring the very taste and feel of her. She kissed instantly back, and brought her hand off of the cold ground to the warm fur of his neck. His hand went through her hair, taking in the smooth fineness of it. They finally let go of each other, and he looked back at her to see what she thought. Fairenth's eyes were closed, and her lips were swollen from the connect. She was glowing slightly, but when she opened her eyes...
She had tears.
Her mind raced and she didn't know what to do. Her first kiss, Kurt was her first kiss. She had always thought no one would have wanted to kiss her but... here it was. And it felt so nice... but it was like the Pastor was standing in front of her, telling her God was going to smite her. Farah's breathing got heavier. She didn't warrant this. She didn't deserve someone as devoted as HIM. Farah wasn't even sure if she was acclaimed to be doing this; he needed someone where he could talk to her without having to elucidate every refined aspect of the subject. He needed someone who could share his beatitude and respond properly. He needed someone mentally established, not someone like her that would cry if someone moved the wrong way. He needed someone who knew how to care for him, how to adore him, how to understand him. He didn't need someone like her.
He just stared as her eyes littered with tears. Instantaneously he felt blame, pure and utter guilt as he watched her eyes go blank and tears fall numbly down her cheeks. He knew it was him, it was him that always caused things like this. He disregarded himself as he thought over the candidates quickly. He was using her. Yes, that was it. She was so delicate. How could he just take dominance of her like this? She was so frangible....she had no idea what was going on.....so fragile....
Had he broken her?
"I'm....I'm sorry" he muttered, and teleported away in a puff of smoke. She stared off into space speechlessly, and looked down to the little flower still waving over and over in the wind. She gulped, and stood up, eyes still locked on the flower. Just as she stood, the flower closed back into a bud, and it swiveled back into the ground for warmth. She sighed precariously, and walked slowly to the mansion to take a nap.
At least in her dreams she could feel unaquited love.
I know. It is all so depressing here. He thinks one way, and she thinks another... this is how love can be people. All will be fixed though... you'll see. Chapter 11-- Fairenth is deep in thoughts, strictly avoiding Kurt. All of the X-Men notice it, but Rogue... ah yes, Rogue... is the only one able to connect with Farah. See ya then!!
DISCLAIMER: Need I say it again? Lmao.
'A Soul Reborn' By BlueEyes
The sun was glistening.
Her eyes glittered and beheld as the sun heaved heat on the snow and melted it slowly but surely. Fairenth was recuperating, the wound in her side throbbing some, but she could deal with it. So much worse had befell to her, a stab wound was the least of it. The Professor was fiercely affected though, so it seemed. He had gone to the lab where Mr. McCoy always was, and stayed in there for what seemed like sempiternity before coming out with wide eyes, telling her to stick close to the mansion and keep in sight. She had heeded though, so here she was, outside, sticking to the boundary of the overly secured mansion. Her eyes stayed locked on the beaming sun, moving in and out of the clouds, blocking it's view every ten seconds. Farah had ventured out to the garden to sit and relax, but how could she? Everything reallocated and spoke volumes around her, flowers coming back to animation and tree's recovering their ravishing leaves...
Everything was coming back to vivacity.
She turned her eyes down from the sun and sighed a bit eagerly. She moved restlessly from the dainty bench some, and then with an exasperated grunt, got up, and strolled around the garden to the little woods in the back. She wouldn't wander far, she told herself gingerly. The sweater hugged her body closely, keeping her wound and herself at a balanced temperature as she walked hastily, listening to the birds and animals hum in the tranquility of the woods. She let a smile float over her lips, and she took a deep breath of the air of nature. Her eyes washed open again, and she felt the most at condoled than she ever had at the Institute. Farah looked to the ground as she walked, careful not to step on anything she need not. Her eyes finally cinched on a cracked twig. She pouted some, and bent down gradually. Picking it up off the snowy ground, she looked around the edges and determined it was just then broken. She turned her eyes upward with cynicism, and then got up from her crouch. She stepped more softly, and took her time as she noticed more and more broken twigs and footprints in the snow. The footprints were strewed though, due to half of them being fused from the heat. She sighed as she came to a stop at a clearing.
No one.
Figuring herself to be mistrustful, she just turned around slowly, and started back. Just as she walked past the large elm tree to her left, she heard footsteps behind her. She turned abruptly, and saw a figure move in the clearing. She narrowed her eyes to see better, and then walked forward sluggishly. She got to the edge of the clearing, and grinned smugly when she saw... Kurt. Standing there, appearing as if he was lost. She shook her head effortlessly, and canted against the tree for sustain on her burning side. She watched him, observantly. Nature had taught her allot of things in her adolescence, how to rank things from behavior, to body communication, to how a tree swags and the grass whistles. Now as she watched where Kurt stood, and looked about, her mind raced with objectives.
He stood as if he was exhausted. His figure was crooked over more than usual, and he seemed to confide on his left leg for more support than his right. The way he looked around insinuated to Fairenth that he was either deeply attentive in his environs, or he was looking for a way out, and escape in all senses. Her hair seeped out of the sweatshirt when she cocked her head to the side slightly. What was he doing out here anyway? Her mind inquired silently, and she elevated a sigh, aware now that she was being nosy. She rolled her eyes casually at herself, and turned around to go. Just as she stepped onto the path, she heard a snap and flinched when she apprehended she had stepped on a twig.
"Fairenth?" his voice rang out, startled but a sense of humor wandering in and out of it. She creased her face up at herself, and damned herself for not be clandestine about going. She heard him walk nearer, and she took a deep breath before turning languidly. She smiled some at him. He raised an eyebrow from his place adjacent her.
"What are you doing out here?" he catechized, and she raised her eyebrows slowly, looking for a likely explanation in her mind. She went to mover her mouth silently, trying to find the words. Finding a quick justification, she gave him a acquainted look and patted the big elm tree from before with her right hand.
"Mr. McCoy, he uh, he needed a leaf sample...so...uh, yeah" she said, and snapped a leaf off the branch and held it up. Kurt looked at her as if she was insane, but she only stared back as if she knew exactly what she was doing. She hoisted a sigh, and the looked at the leaf again, before nibbling her lip and nodding.
"So I...should get it back to him, I...suppose" she rotated, mentally smacking herself for being so headstrong. She was past the elm tree when his voice halted her.
"You uh, you don't have to go" he said, and she turned, still knawing on her lip. She held up the leaf indifferently.
"But...he needs the sample?" she challenged and he smiled at her. No, she thought, he grinned at her. She just gawked back, her turn to ponder if he was out here talking to himself or something daft in that manner. He chuckled some, and then gaped at her.
"I think Mr. McCoy will understand" he said, and she nodded and exchanged hips again to assist the persisting pain in her side. Farah averted her inquizitive eyes full force on his.
"What are YOU doing out here?" she asked, and he just gazed out and over to the foliage around him, the falling leaves and the snow covered bottoms... then back to her.
"Thinking" he muffled and started to hike to the little bench set up in the clearing. Fairenth could only think that the Professor had set it out here, it was such an attractive spot. She cocked her head to the side and observed him walk for the moment. He didn't have his watch on him, which struck as peculiar in Fairenth's book. She slowly caught up to where he had stopped at the bench and sat down. She stood in front of him, her hair lashing around her face as the wind blew.
"Thinking about what?" she asked casually, her oh-so-familiar accent bubbling in her throat. He was hushed for a moment, and then shook his head as she looked at him as if she was rummaging for the answer in his very soul. Maybe she was.
"Things" he murmured, looking to go around the subject. She looked back at him, and wasn't about to let him get away with that reply. She raised a elegant eyebrow and her white eyes shone almost.... playfully.
"Isn't that sort of... vague?" she asked, and sat down beside him slowly. He stuck her hands into the pockets of the sweater and he sighed. Fairenth was allot more confident than the first day he met her, and so much more true to herself. He turned his yellow eyes to hers, and thought back to a statement she had made about him.
'Your eyes....reflect....mine....'
He sighed, and shook his head as if that was his response, and they sat calm for the moment. Both of them gazed out into the breezy wilderness as if they were easeful with just the comapny of themselves. Fairenth looked over the scenery and took in the basic nature of the pure forest in front of her. No one felt what the forest felt, only she did. She felt the sorrow that initiated from deep into the middle of the forest, grieving the death of a tree that was cut down for housing area. She felt the animals make haste in the woods, dashing about their business and getting ready for the spring to break so they could mate and bring new vitality into the world. She felt the inklings of vines growing under her feet, ready to split out of the earth to be colored flowers, or ripening trees. She looked at Kurt with a new perception, and he just stared ahead. She stood up and guarded out her hand slowly, not asking for him to take it. Just as a proposal of sorts. He stared at it as if I was going to attack him at any given moment. He gave her a skeptical look.
"I want to show you something" she said sincerely, and he took his three- fingered hand out of his pocket, and gripped hers tightly to get up. She towwed on him lightly, and drew him to the midpoint of the clearing. There, she stooped down curiously, and sat on her knees. She gestured for Kurt to do the same thing, but he just gawked at her. Fairenth smiled.
"C'mon" was all she said, and he sighed with bafflement, but sat adjacent to her anyway. He felt uncomfortable as he watched her clear some of the melting snow off of the hard ground to reveal the soil beneath. He raised an eyebrow.
"What are you doing?" he asked, and she didn't reply as she put her hand straight on the earth and felt for the familiar warmth. She moved it to distinct places slowly, and then smiled when she felt the heat coming directly out of the little patch of earth. She turned her white eyes to Kurt deliberately, and Kurt could only watch. Her eyes were a brilliant white, as they often were when she was working her enchantment. But now... now it seemed the sun conducted it's light souly on her, ascertaining every fiber of her hair and hinting at her features so it made her look almost.... saintly. He found himself absorbed, and encountering a feeling deep in his chest he hadn't known in an sempiternity. Pure and utter desire.
She took her hand off of the earth for a moment, and then took his mildly into hers. With tender motions, she placed his hand on the earth where the ardor was dispelling from. Then she put her hand at once on top of his, and looked at him again.
"You feel that?" she asked, and he nodded justly as he localized his attention on the ground. The ground was... warm to the touch, but his mind debated with him. It was the end of February, and snow still surfaced the ground. How on earth could the ground be tepid with such heat when it should be frozen solid? Fairenth's flowing voice broke his thoughts.
"On every inch of this clearing are small patches of heat waves where a new flower will germinate. A flower in place of the one that withered at the end of spring and the arising of winter. The tepidness you feel is the kindle of life diffusing out of the seed, increasing and transmitting into the earth. As of right now, the flower can't break ground here because it is so hard....but...sometimes..." she postponed her words, and Kurt stared at the ground as she focussed on that patch. His eyes went spacious when he saw the sprout of a flower unwind from the arctic ground. The bud on the flower progressively opened, and a daisy flower spurted and widespread, aimed to the sun. He heard Fairenth sigh in gratification, and he could only watch in veneration as she spoke.
"....Sometimes life startles us and conquers the odds" she completed, and took her hand off of Kurt's. The warmth immediately dispersed, but his alertness was still focused on her hand as she swept the snow off the ground to divulge little tendrils of flowers strewn and growing over the hard ground. His eyes were glistening with wonderment, and he turned them back to hers while she spoke.
"You see that? You made life occur, Kurt. By depositing your hand over that tepid seed, you added to the warmth, giving it the opportunity to grow and gain subsistence. The only thing I did was focus on making you feel the fire of the soul within it" she said, and he beheld her still, her eyes shining with pure life and sonority. She looked uninterrupted into his eyes as they sat side by side.
"If something as frail as that came break such superiority, then I guess... you can do the same, only more competently" Fairenth said, and he was full of shock with her. No one astounded him more than Fairenth Croix and her way of dealing. His eyes penetrated her face gracefully, and he perceived her as she stared right back to him, her lips slightly parted and tempting. He leaned forward and met her gradually, savoring the very taste and feel of her. She kissed instantly back, and brought her hand off of the cold ground to the warm fur of his neck. His hand went through her hair, taking in the smooth fineness of it. They finally let go of each other, and he looked back at her to see what she thought. Fairenth's eyes were closed, and her lips were swollen from the connect. She was glowing slightly, but when she opened her eyes...
She had tears.
Her mind raced and she didn't know what to do. Her first kiss, Kurt was her first kiss. She had always thought no one would have wanted to kiss her but... here it was. And it felt so nice... but it was like the Pastor was standing in front of her, telling her God was going to smite her. Farah's breathing got heavier. She didn't warrant this. She didn't deserve someone as devoted as HIM. Farah wasn't even sure if she was acclaimed to be doing this; he needed someone where he could talk to her without having to elucidate every refined aspect of the subject. He needed someone who could share his beatitude and respond properly. He needed someone mentally established, not someone like her that would cry if someone moved the wrong way. He needed someone who knew how to care for him, how to adore him, how to understand him. He didn't need someone like her.
He just stared as her eyes littered with tears. Instantaneously he felt blame, pure and utter guilt as he watched her eyes go blank and tears fall numbly down her cheeks. He knew it was him, it was him that always caused things like this. He disregarded himself as he thought over the candidates quickly. He was using her. Yes, that was it. She was so delicate. How could he just take dominance of her like this? She was so frangible....she had no idea what was going on.....so fragile....
Had he broken her?
"I'm....I'm sorry" he muttered, and teleported away in a puff of smoke. She stared off into space speechlessly, and looked down to the little flower still waving over and over in the wind. She gulped, and stood up, eyes still locked on the flower. Just as she stood, the flower closed back into a bud, and it swiveled back into the ground for warmth. She sighed precariously, and walked slowly to the mansion to take a nap.
At least in her dreams she could feel unaquited love.
I know. It is all so depressing here. He thinks one way, and she thinks another... this is how love can be people. All will be fixed though... you'll see. Chapter 11-- Fairenth is deep in thoughts, strictly avoiding Kurt. All of the X-Men notice it, but Rogue... ah yes, Rogue... is the only one able to connect with Farah. See ya then!!