Disclaimer: Once again, these characters belong to Marvel, except in
the case of the only mentioned Jake, which is a character from Ernest
Hemingway's The Sun Also Rises.
The danger room proved to be a great stress reliever. Rogue never knew she could use the meditation that Logan had taught her to visualize the faceless robots were her whining team mates.
Then again the illusions were usually broken when one of the said robots would send a laser or some sharp object at her. Well unless she was visualizing Scooter or Logan.
Tramping back up the stairs to her room Rogue realized one positive point to everyone being sick-free shower.
After she stripped down and wrapped herself in her favorite terry cloth midnight blue robe she headed into the bathroom with some of Kitties bath beads and her a new novel that she had picked up from the second hand book store.
Normally she wouldn't have bothered with anything that didn't involve some sort of violent death scenes by the hands of mythical creatures, but this book seemed to call to her. The Sun Also Rises by Hemingway.
The romance angle was so horribly real to her, seeing as how the main character couldn't indulge in many of the things that she couldn't either because of her mutation.
Slowly Rogue drifted into the oversized bathtub, the bath beads giving the air a sweet perfume that had an intoxicating affect on her.
She slowly, absentmindedly flipped the page, without really reading what was happening to Jake on his lovely vacation.
Rogue walked through the charming countryside, admiring the fragrant blossoms of lilacs that decorated the path. The stunning purples reminded her of some of her trademark outfits and make up, which in turn reminded her of the skin that she had to hide behind her trademark fashions. The deadly skin, that she had been cursed with.
She had driven up a facade, to hide the loneliness that would have been evident in her emerald eyes.
Suddenly, she felt a slight pressure on her shoulder, she looked down to her darker auburn locks mixing in with her own auburn and white hair. While she was distracted, a pair of arms slipped around her waist, pulling her back, she felt a lean muscular body against her own.
Although she couldn't see his lips begin to move, she clearly identified the accent that issued forth.
"You know, Cherie, Remy love you f'ever even if he can' be wit you."
The words were both sweet and hurtful, as they reminded her she was both loved and alone. She tried to block out the feelings by focusing on the strong scent of lilac that permeated the air around her and her distant love.
Water coming into her body where air should have been woke Rogue up from her dazed nap. The lilac scented water trickled around, burning her throat. She began hacking and coughing to try to get it out of her system.
*Rogue, don't tell me you're sick too*
The Professors telepathic message rang in Rogue's brain. *No, Ah'm just trying to breathe is all!!*
She managed to yell back through the brainwaves.
*Good, then please report to my office as soon as possible, I have a special assignment for you*
"If it ain' freaky enough that an old bald guy is talkin' to me in the shower, he's gotta completely ignore the strangled gaspin' for breath." The southern bell shouted as she slipped back into her warm robe, and put her book on the counter to dry, seeing as how she had dropped part of if in the water during her little escapade in dream land.
r/r! I apoligize profusely for the short chapters, hopefully I will have my mind about my in the future and will be able to create a piece of work that has a greater lifespan.
The danger room proved to be a great stress reliever. Rogue never knew she could use the meditation that Logan had taught her to visualize the faceless robots were her whining team mates.
Then again the illusions were usually broken when one of the said robots would send a laser or some sharp object at her. Well unless she was visualizing Scooter or Logan.
Tramping back up the stairs to her room Rogue realized one positive point to everyone being sick-free shower.
After she stripped down and wrapped herself in her favorite terry cloth midnight blue robe she headed into the bathroom with some of Kitties bath beads and her a new novel that she had picked up from the second hand book store.
Normally she wouldn't have bothered with anything that didn't involve some sort of violent death scenes by the hands of mythical creatures, but this book seemed to call to her. The Sun Also Rises by Hemingway.
The romance angle was so horribly real to her, seeing as how the main character couldn't indulge in many of the things that she couldn't either because of her mutation.
Slowly Rogue drifted into the oversized bathtub, the bath beads giving the air a sweet perfume that had an intoxicating affect on her.
She slowly, absentmindedly flipped the page, without really reading what was happening to Jake on his lovely vacation.
Rogue walked through the charming countryside, admiring the fragrant blossoms of lilacs that decorated the path. The stunning purples reminded her of some of her trademark outfits and make up, which in turn reminded her of the skin that she had to hide behind her trademark fashions. The deadly skin, that she had been cursed with.
She had driven up a facade, to hide the loneliness that would have been evident in her emerald eyes.
Suddenly, she felt a slight pressure on her shoulder, she looked down to her darker auburn locks mixing in with her own auburn and white hair. While she was distracted, a pair of arms slipped around her waist, pulling her back, she felt a lean muscular body against her own.
Although she couldn't see his lips begin to move, she clearly identified the accent that issued forth.
"You know, Cherie, Remy love you f'ever even if he can' be wit you."
The words were both sweet and hurtful, as they reminded her she was both loved and alone. She tried to block out the feelings by focusing on the strong scent of lilac that permeated the air around her and her distant love.
Water coming into her body where air should have been woke Rogue up from her dazed nap. The lilac scented water trickled around, burning her throat. She began hacking and coughing to try to get it out of her system.
*Rogue, don't tell me you're sick too*
The Professors telepathic message rang in Rogue's brain. *No, Ah'm just trying to breathe is all!!*
She managed to yell back through the brainwaves.
*Good, then please report to my office as soon as possible, I have a special assignment for you*
"If it ain' freaky enough that an old bald guy is talkin' to me in the shower, he's gotta completely ignore the strangled gaspin' for breath." The southern bell shouted as she slipped back into her warm robe, and put her book on the counter to dry, seeing as how she had dropped part of if in the water during her little escapade in dream land.
r/r! I apoligize profusely for the short chapters, hopefully I will have my mind about my in the future and will be able to create a piece of work that has a greater lifespan.