158: Inspired by the holiday mistletoe: Talk about a memorable or unexpected kiss at a holiday party
The holiday season crept up from out of nowhere, pumpkins and corn stalks replaced by evergreens and mistletoe. The temperature has dropped significantly and there is a chance of snow, though Raven knows if the kids persist enough in their pleas Storm will probably make that a reality. She takes her vantage point in the rec room, an upholstered chair angled towards the garage, sips her hot chocolate, and waits. A smile pries at the edges of her mouth as she watches Rogue walk brusquely towards the garage, wearing the new coat she must have picked up earlier in the week. Like clockwork.
She notes that the girl isn't wearing gloves and raises an eyebrow, wondering what has brought that on. She knows there are more than five pairs of new gloves in Rogue's room, all placed neatly on the dresser. Frowning, she takes another drink and tries not to shiver. She never thought she would miss the South and the horribly high temperatures at this time of year. If she's honest with herself, its not the temperature she misses, its what she had. A family.
I still have a family. She's adamant about that and watches Rogue work on the bike.
There is commotion behind her and Mystique rolls her eyes at the sound of children entering the room. "I told you someone put it up," the first girl whispers, before erupting into giggles.
"I bet it was Mr. Drake. Oh! Let's go and get Troy. He'll never even see this coming!" And with that, the two erupt into squeals and are gone.
Mystique turns to see what they had been speaking about and shakes her head at the mistletoe hanging haphazardly from the doorway. A sad smile spreads across her face as she remembers the last time she had been kissed under the damn plant. Freedom Force had still been in existence, Irene had been alive...
She presses her lips together in remembrance, watching the party unfold before her. Blob and Pyro utterly drunk and trying to schmooze with diplomats as Valerie tried to curtail their advances on the higher-up's wives and mistresses. She'd been melancholic throughout the entire party, her thoughts remaining on Rogue and how to try and convince the girl to come home, to join Freedom Force.
"She misses us as well," Irene had told her, coming to stand beside her and placed a hand on her shoulder in comfort.
Mystique hadn't replied and listened to Irene sigh."Schatzen," Irene had murmured, her voice soft. "Do not dwell on the past. Live in the present." She's kissed her then. It had been soft and quick but had startled her, unable to believe Irene had done so in front of all the others. "She will always be our daughter."
Shaking her head, Mystique pushed thoughts of that night away. By the time the evergreens were put out the next year, Irene was dead and Rogue was once again one of these pitiful, misguided fools. Frowning, Mystique brought the mug once again to her lips and watched Rogue tinker away with the vehicle. She had no intentions of losing Rogue to Xavier. He'd taken Irene. That was enough.
Muse: Mystique
Fandom: X-Men
Word Count: 530
She notes that the girl isn't wearing gloves and raises an eyebrow, wondering what has brought that on. She knows there are more than five pairs of new gloves in Rogue's room, all placed neatly on the dresser. Frowning, she takes another drink and tries not to shiver. She never thought she would miss the South and the horribly high temperatures at this time of year. If she's honest with herself, its not the temperature she misses, its what she had. A family.
I still have a family. She's adamant about that and watches Rogue work on the bike.
There is commotion behind her and Mystique rolls her eyes at the sound of children entering the room. "I told you someone put it up," the first girl whispers, before erupting into giggles.
"I bet it was Mr. Drake. Oh! Let's go and get Troy. He'll never even see this coming!" And with that, the two erupt into squeals and are gone.
Mystique turns to see what they had been speaking about and shakes her head at the mistletoe hanging haphazardly from the doorway. A sad smile spreads across her face as she remembers the last time she had been kissed under the damn plant. Freedom Force had still been in existence, Irene had been alive...
She presses her lips together in remembrance, watching the party unfold before her. Blob and Pyro utterly drunk and trying to schmooze with diplomats as Valerie tried to curtail their advances on the higher-up's wives and mistresses. She'd been melancholic throughout the entire party, her thoughts remaining on Rogue and how to try and convince the girl to come home, to join Freedom Force.
"She misses us as well," Irene had told her, coming to stand beside her and placed a hand on her shoulder in comfort.
Mystique hadn't replied and listened to Irene sigh."Schatzen," Irene had murmured, her voice soft. "Do not dwell on the past. Live in the present." She's kissed her then. It had been soft and quick but had startled her, unable to believe Irene had done so in front of all the others. "She will always be our daughter."
Shaking her head, Mystique pushed thoughts of that night away. By the time the evergreens were put out the next year, Irene was dead and Rogue was once again one of these pitiful, misguided fools. Frowning, Mystique brought the mug once again to her lips and watched Rogue tinker away with the vehicle. She had no intentions of losing Rogue to Xavier. He'd taken Irene. That was enough.
Muse: Mystique
Fandom: X-Men
Word Count: 530