Who: Casse

Where: A Flashback/Forward

I have a dream where I close my eyes I see my mother.

She has ribbons of beautiful black hair flying behind her as she leaps with grace into a spin of calisthenics that even Olympic gymnasts would envy. Her eyes are darker than the night, darker yet than the substance in your own veins. So dark you'd almost forget that her Greek face had once beholden such deep midnight blues.

She takes my hand, and begins to teach me, make me realize like she, that you can live without some. That you need to train angry tendencies. Begins to teach me, to train me as she'd never shown the X-Men before. She's never trusted anyone…save daddy…so why does she reach out to me? I think.

Her eyes share my pain. Share my heart break….for my lost parent.

This is when I realize she's not my mother. Not my mother…and the image begins to change. Her eyes and hair brighten, changing colors, her skin loosing the olive shine and darkening only a half shade.

This is my real mother.

The most beautiful angel among these mortals who grace my life. She's brighter than the dawn sky. Brighter than hope, or love, or the sun that lights each day, though she might be the embodiment of the strengths of each.

Her laughter is one the softest, simplest gifts she gives us - gives me. It washes over me like the warmth of a million sunny days, making me smile and laugh with her, and the wind fills with rose petals and the heat of love.

She's above me in the air reaching her hands out. This goddess of bright beauty and grace, and as my hands touch hers. So small. I'm must be young. And as our fingers touch, our eyes never leaving each other, the scene's behind us change. A bomb falls, but doesn't change us.

Tears leave my eyes because I know this is only a dream. I have the whole time. I just can't allow myself to know. To let go of her before time will make me.

It's only a dream.

~*~*~

Casse's eyes open, as she yawned and stretched her neck towards her right shoulder like a cat, looking up find dark eyes watching her. She fuzzily wonders how him being awake didn't wake her, no moving and awake didn't wake her, but the thoughts are drown out by her systems loud complaints and the bright green-yellow eyes that watch her in this pure and total darkness.

She wasn't sure what the thoughts behinds his eyes were, behind that aggressive, feline look that held his eyes like glowing orbs. Didn't know if they were the same ones that tarried at the edge of her mind. That this had all been a mistake. That getting drunk on her mothers death anniversary and running into him, falling into bed with him had been one large loss of control on her spiral downward after running from Patric, after that scene with her father again.

And more especially because of their history.

Casse startled as one of his fingers began to trace slowly down the line of her jawbone. She hadn't even seen his arm move, or felt the air move away as it came close to her. His face lowered to hers, she could only tell because his eyes moved in the darkness. She felt his lips, and absent-mindedly ignored the soft feeling of hair around them, as she found herself lost in the kiss that followed.

~*~*~

Her blue-grey eyes, effected by the weather this time, watched the falling rain like it were some magical endeavor. It was small silver droplets falling from the darkness of heaven. It seemed to match her mood. Arms wrapped around her bare waist watching the rain, looking like a dark fairy drawn my the time of the weather.

Casse has skin that was red and light purple, with small bruises, bite marks and sore skin, muscles that were pained but didn't really bother her. The healing had already begun. It was a normal soreness, like a prick now. It was an exhilarating feeling running through her veins now.

The world of silver here was beautiful. One of her two favorite colors, for the first thing. It was power and a mix of the greatest people inviting you in was n honor.

Having him…

Was she ready to tie herself down to something again? After so long?

Was she ready to take that power and that risk?

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