Fic: Iris
Another Rogue entry! A little drabble.
Title: Iris
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Rogue
Word Count: 376
Author's Note 1: Okay, can I first say that I HATED that they had Rogue take the cure in the 3rd movie (basically, I hated that whole movie itself). That completely ruined her character. But you can't blame her for wanting to be able to touch others, especially when humans are so driven by the physical aspect of things.
Author's Note 2: When you have absolutely no idea what to name something, call it "Iris". Worked out pretty well for the Goo Goo Dolls.
She used to have a dog. Used to. Her mother had brought the little puppy home when she was but 6 years old, and she had instantly fallen in love with him.
If Marie had to guess, she’d say that it happened around her tenth birthday. It began with little things, like slightly clearer vision (she’d had to wear glasses before then) and an enhanced sense of smell. At times, Marie would have strange urges to chase moving objects, or to roll in the grass of her backyard. At first, she thought nothing of it. But then came the thoughts.
And those were truly terrifying; not because of their content, but because of the effect they had on her mind. For nearly minutes at a time, Marie’s thought patterns would often be frustratingly restricted to the confines of the canine brain structure. Marie was mortified, so afraid of what was happening to her that she could barely sleep at night and refused to eat much at all. The dog wasn’t doing so well, either. It lost weight at an alarming rate and lay around all day, simply too drained to do anything else.
Drained. Such an appropriate word. Rogue thought bitterly. She’s fought and fought against her cruel mutation, but in the end, she always ends up draining the life and substance from what means most to her. Her dog, her parents, even her complicated relationship with Logan- it all ends up falling apart, dying a slow death from lack of physical contact (And everyone knows how physical Logan - The Wolverine - is).
She supposes that the whole thing with the dog should have been an indicator of what was to come. It was the first sign of her mutation, her curse. It’s been so long that she’s nearly forgotten what it’s like to feel the incredible sensation of skin-on-skin.
But now- maybe, just maybe- this whole thing will work, and she’ll be able to feel all she likes. As she waits patiently in line, trying to ignore the angry shouting of the crowd outside, she feels better. Every step she takes is a step closer to freedom, and when it finally happens and she peels off her gloves for the last time, she doesn’t regret it.
Fic recs tomorrow!
Title: Iris
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Rogue
Word Count: 376
Author's Note 1: Okay, can I first say that I HATED that they had Rogue take the cure in the 3rd movie (basically, I hated that whole movie itself). That completely ruined her character. But you can't blame her for wanting to be able to touch others, especially when humans are so driven by the physical aspect of things.
Author's Note 2: When you have absolutely no idea what to name something, call it "Iris". Worked out pretty well for the Goo Goo Dolls.
She used to have a dog. Used to. Her mother had brought the little puppy home when she was but 6 years old, and she had instantly fallen in love with him.
If Marie had to guess, she’d say that it happened around her tenth birthday. It began with little things, like slightly clearer vision (she’d had to wear glasses before then) and an enhanced sense of smell. At times, Marie would have strange urges to chase moving objects, or to roll in the grass of her backyard. At first, she thought nothing of it. But then came the thoughts.
And those were truly terrifying; not because of their content, but because of the effect they had on her mind. For nearly minutes at a time, Marie’s thought patterns would often be frustratingly restricted to the confines of the canine brain structure. Marie was mortified, so afraid of what was happening to her that she could barely sleep at night and refused to eat much at all. The dog wasn’t doing so well, either. It lost weight at an alarming rate and lay around all day, simply too drained to do anything else.
Drained. Such an appropriate word. Rogue thought bitterly. She’s fought and fought against her cruel mutation, but in the end, she always ends up draining the life and substance from what means most to her. Her dog, her parents, even her complicated relationship with Logan- it all ends up falling apart, dying a slow death from lack of physical contact (And everyone knows how physical Logan - The Wolverine - is).
She supposes that the whole thing with the dog should have been an indicator of what was to come. It was the first sign of her mutation, her curse. It’s been so long that she’s nearly forgotten what it’s like to feel the incredible sensation of skin-on-skin.
But now- maybe, just maybe- this whole thing will work, and she’ll be able to feel all she likes. As she waits patiently in line, trying to ignore the angry shouting of the crowd outside, she feels better. Every step she takes is a step closer to freedom, and when it finally happens and she peels off her gloves for the last time, she doesn’t regret it.
Fic recs tomorrow!