Mercuria: I just bought Ultimate X-Men Volume 2. The art is AMAZING, folks. You should all go and just gaze at it reverently!
Yes, anyway, this short ... thing ... is inspired by Juggernaut's line, "Stop spying on people hugging each other, huh? This is even creepier than the time I caught you kissing yourself in the mirror."
Disclaimer: All owned by Marvel, I'm afraid. But I'd like to own Ororo's hair ... and Kurt.
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The glass was cool and smooth against my lips.
I looked at my reflection with my eyes almost shut, trying to pretend that it was someone else. It almost worked, too. I could have fooled myself, made believe like some little kid that the hazy shape in the glass wasn't me- and it was so dark, anyway. The dead of night. The only light was the dim green glow of our cell's bars, not even strong enough to cast weird shadows.
The mirror was flat and cold as I stood there, arms braced against the sink. It wasn't at all how I wanted it to feel. People are warm and soft; you can feel that even through clothes. I felt self-conscious all of a sudden, and couldn't remember how I'd come to be standing at the mirror in the middle of the night, pressing my lips up against the glass.
And then I could.
The need for contact, that was what had woken me up, that was why I was here now, shivering and trailing my fingers down over the unfeeling glass, and pressing my mouth insistently against it. I figured if I could just push a little harder, I could have what everyone else did; I could gain the knowledge of touch that I'd been looking for-
"Tried it with tongue?"
I leapt back. He was looking at me, eyes glowing green in the light, and I swear he was grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
For a long time I couldn't move. I stood, one hand on the sink, the other on my bunk. Wondering how long he'd been watching, what he knew, what he guessed. A secret exposed, that's a dangerous thing. Worth more than a few broken limbs, let me tell you. They chew you up and spit you out in here; they'll screw with your head when they can get anything on you.
"Go to sleep, Rogue," he said finally, the grin gone. "You're freaking me out."
I looked at him, trying to figure out if he'd betray me. He just stared back, not giving anything away. I hated him for that.
Eventually I folded up into a corner, sat out the night.
They took the mirror away in the morning.
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Mercuria: So, what do you think? Please review ... it'll make me feel good about myself. Even if you're reviewing to inform me that I can't write and you hate me, I'll STILL feel good about myself. Such is the twisted path of the histrionic mind.
Yes, anyway, this short ... thing ... is inspired by Juggernaut's line, "Stop spying on people hugging each other, huh? This is even creepier than the time I caught you kissing yourself in the mirror."
Disclaimer: All owned by Marvel, I'm afraid. But I'd like to own Ororo's hair ... and Kurt.
**********
The glass was cool and smooth against my lips.
I looked at my reflection with my eyes almost shut, trying to pretend that it was someone else. It almost worked, too. I could have fooled myself, made believe like some little kid that the hazy shape in the glass wasn't me- and it was so dark, anyway. The dead of night. The only light was the dim green glow of our cell's bars, not even strong enough to cast weird shadows.
The mirror was flat and cold as I stood there, arms braced against the sink. It wasn't at all how I wanted it to feel. People are warm and soft; you can feel that even through clothes. I felt self-conscious all of a sudden, and couldn't remember how I'd come to be standing at the mirror in the middle of the night, pressing my lips up against the glass.
And then I could.
The need for contact, that was what had woken me up, that was why I was here now, shivering and trailing my fingers down over the unfeeling glass, and pressing my mouth insistently against it. I figured if I could just push a little harder, I could have what everyone else did; I could gain the knowledge of touch that I'd been looking for-
"Tried it with tongue?"
I leapt back. He was looking at me, eyes glowing green in the light, and I swear he was grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
For a long time I couldn't move. I stood, one hand on the sink, the other on my bunk. Wondering how long he'd been watching, what he knew, what he guessed. A secret exposed, that's a dangerous thing. Worth more than a few broken limbs, let me tell you. They chew you up and spit you out in here; they'll screw with your head when they can get anything on you.
"Go to sleep, Rogue," he said finally, the grin gone. "You're freaking me out."
I looked at him, trying to figure out if he'd betray me. He just stared back, not giving anything away. I hated him for that.
Eventually I folded up into a corner, sat out the night.
They took the mirror away in the morning.
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Mercuria: So, what do you think? Please review ... it'll make me feel good about myself. Even if you're reviewing to inform me that I can't write and you hate me, I'll STILL feel good about myself. Such is the twisted path of the histrionic mind.
