It hadn't been a decision easily made. But if it would bring Raven any measure of peace, Charles wasn't one to say no. Mitchell had been so sure that this idea might work that perhaps he had let himself be convinced as well ( Read more... )

Mystique remembered her time in the village before she'd left and come back, but it still sometimes felt like a dream. Like a set of circumstances that happened to someone other than herself. That person had seemed so vastly different from the woman she was now, the anger in her was so much more, sharper and so much easier to see ( Read more... )

When the time came for their usual meeting, Loki could be found in the expected spot at the expected time for Mystique... in a small, man-made clearing in the woods. several small trees had been splintered anywhere from waist height to shoulder height as Loki tested out his belt.

A jewelry box hung from his belt ( Read more... )

Mystique wasn't really sure she wanted to be a part of Loki's little games, but if it came with the incentive of increasing her skill with her powers, then she was willing to risk it. She'd been assured no one would die for this little prank, although she didn't really trust the trickster 'god' as far as she could throw him. Which with her ( Read more... )

Just as he'd told Remy, Charles hadn't attempted to find Raven, to see how she was; he hadn't reached out. After all, he wanted to keep his word, to respect her, to no longer try to control her (though he still wasn't sure that was it - control? Or guidance ( Read more... )

Upon the roof of the hotel, aside the pool, Frank N Furter lay atop a chaise, naked aside from a small square of cloth covering his groin. He had (mostly) recovered from that embarrassing incident with the blond and was concentrating on being the very best Frank he could be. A little bit of color (not too much, you see, just a bit of a glow) and he ( Read more... )

( Spoilers for X-men:Days of Future Past )

Walking down the street was one John Mitchell. In one arm were nearly four dozen roses (he'd dropped a few on his way from the flower shoppe). In his free hand was both a poem (Yeats), and his messager. On his messager is a picture of Raven ( Read more... )

It was a fairly simple plan, really. Most of Frank's plans were. The goal was simple, as well: to create the perfect man ( Read more... )

Mitchell's hair was still wet, tucked back behind his ears as he stood outside the hotel bar. He had his hands stuffed into his pockets, shoulders hunched as he waited for Raven - his Raven, young Raven - to arrive. That she was meeting him was huge, he knew. But he just wanted to see her, to hold her, to assure himself that she wasn't the bitter, ( Read more... )