Mother
((Locked from all muses))
Memories are a tricky thing. Long time since I had all mine. But now, after what Wanda done, I remember it all. Who I am, where I came from... family, friends. My father - 'course, that's somethin' I won't get into just now. My mother, however...
Elizabeth Howlett was beautiful but closed off. The estate I grew up in was large and she stuck mostly to her rooms, so I hardly ever saw her. My memories are mostly of longing for her attention. Now, though, going back over the few interactions I did have with her, 'specially that last night, I have a decent idea of who she was:
Even before my brother died, she didn't seem completely committed to her life with her husband John. Whatever it was missin', she must've found it with Thomas Logan the groundskeeper. John Howlett was a good man, loving and caring, but I guess my ma saw somethin' in the rough, ragged bastard Thomas that she liked, that fulfilled a need in her. Known women like that, myself, so ain't exactly a shock.
She was a woman who wasn't happy with her life or her husband. She also had a lot of self-loathing. The way she reacted that last night, the things she said... makes me think my brother was a mutant, too, and maybe his death wasn't such an accident. I think she hated herself for what I was as much as she hated me for bein' it. The fact that I killed the man she loved didn't help matters.
So, yeah, I have all those memories back but they aren't exactly of a Brady Bunch-like life. And that's the trick of memories: Not havin' 'em means being half a person, while havin' 'em means livin' with the ghosts of your past.
Muse : Logan
Fandom : X-Men
Word Count : 300
Memories are a tricky thing. Long time since I had all mine. But now, after what Wanda done, I remember it all. Who I am, where I came from... family, friends. My father - 'course, that's somethin' I won't get into just now. My mother, however...
Elizabeth Howlett was beautiful but closed off. The estate I grew up in was large and she stuck mostly to her rooms, so I hardly ever saw her. My memories are mostly of longing for her attention. Now, though, going back over the few interactions I did have with her, 'specially that last night, I have a decent idea of who she was:
Even before my brother died, she didn't seem completely committed to her life with her husband John. Whatever it was missin', she must've found it with Thomas Logan the groundskeeper. John Howlett was a good man, loving and caring, but I guess my ma saw somethin' in the rough, ragged bastard Thomas that she liked, that fulfilled a need in her. Known women like that, myself, so ain't exactly a shock.
She was a woman who wasn't happy with her life or her husband. She also had a lot of self-loathing. The way she reacted that last night, the things she said... makes me think my brother was a mutant, too, and maybe his death wasn't such an accident. I think she hated herself for what I was as much as she hated me for bein' it. The fact that I killed the man she loved didn't help matters.
So, yeah, I have all those memories back but they aren't exactly of a Brady Bunch-like life. And that's the trick of memories: Not havin' 'em means being half a person, while havin' 'em means livin' with the ghosts of your past.
Muse : Logan
Fandom : X-Men
Word Count : 300