I Swear + Antidote (part 1/3)
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Antidote
He's outside, in the picket line, and it's the first time they see each other face-to-face since he joined enemy ranks.
She stands in a different line and Magneto told him to lay low but he can't let her do it, and all it takes is one strong surge of fire to blow the place up.
"John-" she doesn't want to look at him, really, anywhere but him. "-please, don't." And he needs to, he forces her to see him. "Ah have t'." He's holding her arms, he shakes her.
"Drake's not worth it!" He's mad. She gathers as much. Rogue manages to remain quiet as he shoves her against the wall of the alley and steps closer toward her, his very presence hot against her own.
He lets out a bark of dry laughter when her eyes avoid his like scaredy kittens. His head hovers above her shoulder.
"Would you've found out? If you hadn't touched me." His tone is bitter, sober.
"It was in your thoughts. When you were... with the police." She speaks less than necessary, which angers him again.
"He doesn't deserve you," flies out his lips. She says nothing, her mouth set stubbornly. Pyro tries to coax a response out of her with a kiss, which ends at nothing shortly after her pull begins.
He punches violently at the wall behind her, she flinches and opens her eyes to watch him leave.
"John..."
"It's Pyro."
Her fingertips raise to her own lips, and he's left her with all the answers he'd never say outloud, but instead pushed to the forefront of his mind.
The burn in his mouth still tickled her own.
I Swear by ~gorramdoll on deviantART
Antidote
He's outside, in the picket line, and it's the first time they see each other face-to-face since he joined enemy ranks.
She stands in a different line and Magneto told him to lay low but he can't let her do it, and all it takes is one strong surge of fire to blow the place up.
"John-" she doesn't want to look at him, really, anywhere but him. "-please, don't." And he needs to, he forces her to see him. "Ah have t'." He's holding her arms, he shakes her.
"Drake's not worth it!" He's mad. She gathers as much. Rogue manages to remain quiet as he shoves her against the wall of the alley and steps closer toward her, his very presence hot against her own.
He lets out a bark of dry laughter when her eyes avoid his like scaredy kittens. His head hovers above her shoulder.
"Would you've found out? If you hadn't touched me." His tone is bitter, sober.
"It was in your thoughts. When you were... with the police." She speaks less than necessary, which angers him again.
"He doesn't deserve you," flies out his lips. She says nothing, her mouth set stubbornly. Pyro tries to coax a response out of her with a kiss, which ends at nothing shortly after her pull begins.
He punches violently at the wall behind her, she flinches and opens her eyes to watch him leave.
"John..."
"It's Pyro."
Her fingertips raise to her own lips, and he's left her with all the answers he'd never say outloud, but instead pushed to the forefront of his mind.
The burn in his mouth still tickled her own.