Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not own X Men, the Avengers, Black Panther, or any characters you may recognize from Marvel and any mistakes found in any of the chapters are my own.
I'm picturing Emilie as Amandla Stenberg.
L'amour Vrai is French for true love.
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*Emilie's Pov*
I sat on the ground trying to make myself comfortable as I leaned against the large oak tree sitiuated in the gardens, with my worn out copy of Shakespeare's Romeo & Juliet. It was spring time here in Salem, New York and the garden was filled with kids of all ages running around and enjoying life. To any outsider it would seem as though none of us had any care in the world, but that was far from the truth. In actuality we had more to be concerned about than most. Living in a world that fears anything out of the ordinary, it was quite hard for us here at The Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters to fit in to the world outside of the gates.
I have spent my entire 19 years of life living here, but that doesn't mean that I don't know what it's like for mutants in the real world. Day to day life isn't exactly easy for people like us, the constant fear of being persecuted and judged for something that is beyond our control, something that none of us asked for is enough to make anyone go crazy. I've seen how it has affected my parents, my mother Ororo was left on the street as a child, scavanging for food and shelter, never knowing when she would get her next meal. My father Remy was experimented on and tortured for years before he managed to escape.
It's only by some god given miracle that they managed to find each other. The fact that they both went through so much and still managed to be able to open up their heart and soul to another person is a miracle to me, but I guess that's the funny thing about fate. It works in mysterious ways, and you're never really prepared for what it has in store for you.
I sighed as I looked down at the bold, black words that rested on my forearm. The constant reminder that fate had tied some unsuspecting person to me and my crazy life. My parents were lucky that they're both mutants, not everyone has that luxury. Many mutants, myself included dread the idea of soulmarks for the simple fact that whoever we are paired with might not be so accepting. It's one thing to be judged by a total stranger for your mutantion, but to be judged by your soulmate is a heartbreaking experience. I've seen it happen before and heard stories of people losing complete control over their mutation because the pain from being rejected by their soulamte was too much for them to handle, they can literally die from a broken heart.
I've always wondered what my soulmate is like. What type of life they've lived. Would they be a mutant? And if not would they accept the fact that I am one?
That's been my biggest fear ever since I was a little kid, that whenever the day comes, they won't accept me that they'll be disgusted by my power and will leave me. Being a class 5 mutant has caused more harm than good in my life. My control over kinetic and electrical energy, and my ability of thermal and weather manipulation is enough to make anyone in their right mind fear what I can do. I don't want anyone to think of me as a weapon or a monster because of something that I didn't ask for. Of course I've gained great control over my mutation over the years due to the help of my parents whom my powers stem from and of course Professor Xavier, but there's always a part of me that fears that one day I might crack and lose control.
"Emie why are you sittin' all alone over here?" A strong southern accent said breaking me out of my thoughts. I looked upon the concerned face of my bestfriend Marie or as she liked to be called Rogue. We first met when my parents, Aunt Jean, and Uncle Scott brought her back with an unconscious Logan intow a few years back after they got into a tussle with Sabertooth. I was one of the first people she met here and we hit it off instantly.
"I'm just thinking Marie." I murmured leaning my head back against the tree as she took the spot next to me.
"About what exactly?" She said glancing at my mark that was visible for once. She knew that soul marks were a touchy subject for me and not many people have seen mine considering that fact that I usually kept it covered but since I was wearing short sleeves everyone could see the beautiful bold black cursive handwriting of my soulmate resting against my right forearm.
"I think you already know that answer to that question." I said with a small solemn smile as I rubbed my arm. We have spent many long nights crying about our greatest fears concering our soulmarks and even though she has already met her soulmate who happens to be my other longtime friend Bobby, her mutation has halted any skin to skin contact between the two. But, even though they don't quite have a physical relationship you'd have to be blind not the see the utter love and devotion between the couple. Being that the two of them are my closest friends they know how afraid I am of hearing my soulmate say the words that have been branded on my skin since birth.
"Honey why do you do this to yourself? It's not healthy to have all those negative thoughts in you're head. I've told you time and time again that you have nothing to be worried about haven't I? You shouldn't be afraid of your mark, you should embrace it. You didn't let me hide away from Bobby when he said my words, and I won't let you hide away from whoever you're meant to be with either." Her gloved hand held my bare one tightly assuring me that she meant every word. Her stern tone brought a small smile to my face and it warmed my heart knowing that I have someone as stubborn as her in my life. She's become more than just my bestfriend, she's my sister.
"Thanks Marie." I grinned at her.
"That's what I'm here for." She grinned back pulling me into a hug laughing.
We were broken out of the hug when a distinct voice appeared in our heads.
"Girls I need you in my office immediately, we have something important to discuss." The professor's wise voice was gone just as quickly as it appeared making us look at each other with brows raised.
We quickly got up and made our way inside the mansion.
"What do you think this is about?" Rogue asked as we made our way to the second floor towards the professors office.
"I don't know, but whatever it is I hope it's not too bad."
