Author's Note: This is a series of drabbles I wrote for xmen100, the challenge was to include certain words- for this one it was bells, tendrils of smoke and crunch. Set after the most recent Uncanny preview.
She was laughing and the throaty sound, welling up from deep within, rang through the quiet room, setting the bells on the Christmas tree tingling slightly. Hair like tendrils of white smoke fell messily from her santa hat and he longed to brush it from her face and place a kiss there. But he can't, he has to watch as another man holds her in his arms as he tries to nonchalantly rearrange the Christmas photos.
He deliberately knocks Logan's to the floor
How could you, my friend, my best friend…
There's a crunch, the glass spiderwebs beneath his heel.