XMM - Pyro/Lighter - Epsilon
Fandom: X-Men Movieverse
Pairing: John "Pyro" Allerdyce/ Shark Lighter
Theme set: Epsilon
Rating: PG
1. It wasn't the motion but the sound, that metallic snick, that led John to keep up that constant motion; that distinctive sound better than silence anyday.
2. He loved picking the lighter up first thing in the morning and feeling the metal against his naturally warm fingers, slick and cold, waiting to be used by him.
3. He had been young, barely four, when he'd taken up his first lighter and giggled madly at the sound and scent before reveling at the blaze it made of his favorite stuffed bear.
4. It was the last thing John did at night, flicking the lighter open and closed as if pondering calling up the flame and then deciding against it for another day.
5. John had decided early on in life that there was no right or wrong, merely that which he would do and that which he wouldn't.
6. John's touch was gentle, reverent, as he caressed the red maw of the shark painted upon the steel.
7. One day he knew he would not need the lighter but it was a day that John didn't look forward to.
8. It wouldn't matter if he did that a hundred times or a thousand, John would never tire of the metallic ring of the Zippo opening and closing.
9. Rolling the lighter over his knuckles, John knew that Mags thought the helmet made him look like a king but it never failed to make the pyrokinetic snicker.
10. Staring at the lighter, Pyro made a vow himself that one day he would learn to master fire and not need the lighter anymore.
11.Glaring at Bobby, the lighter was a silvery blur in John's hand.
12. Lighter in hand, John felt no need to wait for the rest of the team as he headed off into the winter landscape around Alkali Lake.
13. He'd never seen the change over take him but as he stood in the clearing listening to Magneto drone on, he realized that even the lighter in his hand had changed; his very soul it seemed.
14. He wasn't one that sought to command others, instead being content with having a hold on his lighter and command over the fires that raged around the Brotherhood's contingency.
15. Holding tight to the doorframe of the copter's door, John flicked the lighter with the other so that he might use that metallic sound to calm his nerves as he left his old life behind.
16. The need was beginning to eat at his gut, leaving a thin sheen of sweat over John's body and yet he refused to pick up the lighter, his eyes locked on the silver across the room.
17. It was all he could see, the flames as they danced from his hand, the lighter heating up until it seemed to leave burns on his palm.
18. It wasn't that he sought attention with the constant clicking of the lighter, it was that the ligther had all of his.
19. His soul was fire, his heart the lighter that lay on his chest.
20. The picture showed four people, only one of them John knew and yet it took everything in him not to put the lighter's flame to the portrait of Bobby and his family.
21. "You're a fool to let her lead you around like that," John sneered at Bobby, the lighter held up between them as if in warning.
22. He wasn't mad with the others, he was frustrated and it showed in the constant clacking of metal on metal.
23. John wouldn't remember life before his mutation, or perhaps it was that he chose not to.
24. It was only now, as they headed into war, that John was willing to give up the lighter for more power.
25. It wasn't that John chose to live in shadows, but rather than he prefered to make his own light.
26. He wasn't going to say goodbye, not now or ever, and Bobby and Marie could take the soft tick of his lighter anyway they wanted - they always had anyway.
27. It wasn't hiding, he thought, it was merely caution as he slid the lighter into his pocket and leaned nonchalantly against the wall as the cops drove by.
28. There was no fame to be had from starting fires, but fortune was another story.
29. Tucking the lighter into his pocket for safe keeping, John strode into glass and dropped into his seat, staring at the teacher sullenly.
30. It was like seeing a ghost, staring down at Mystique's pale form, even his fire forgotten.
31. Holding the lighter beneath his desk, John made the flames dance over the page of the book, ignoring the glaring looks that Marie shot him.
32. Staring Bobby in the eyes, John cocked the lighter built into his glove and sent a blast of fire into the clinic.
33. Laying there in the X Jet, John dug into his pocket and found the lighter he'd never gotten rid of, waiting for all hell to break loose once more.
34. He'd be damned if he was going to sing the birthday song to Marie but he was nice enough to light the candles on her cake... with one long blast of fire.
35. It happened suddenly, a merely blink of his eye, and the whole room truck was in blazes.
36. There was nothing that could stop him now; not the X-Men or the brotherhood.
37. Time seemed to stop the moment the lighter came into his hand, hot and cold at the same time and all his.
38. The rain washed away the fires but not the way it felt coming from within and pouring out over the ligther's flame.
39. Staring at the device over is hand, John was torn between the power it offered and the familiarity of the lighter he'd come to love and cherish.
40. One day he would make history and when they told his story, there would be a shark Zippo on the cover.
41. There was power in fire; the power to create and destroy.
42. The scent of lighter fluid permeated everything in his room and yet it didn't seem to bother John in the least.
43. Magneto had called John a god among insects as if he aspired to godhood rather than aspiring to control what he had within rather than those without.
44. He could feel the lighter even through the wall, trying to shut his mind off and ignore the siren call of flint and steel.
45. Fully dressed and yet, without the Zippo, he felt naked.
46. John never explored too deeply wether it was the fire that drove him or his desires that gave drive to the flames.
47. It was not that harming others bothered the pyro, it was the lack of control over the harm that made him hold the lighter closer, seeking that control.
48. Gold and silver be damned, John knew what was the most precious metal in this world.
49. As others hungered for the touch of a woman, or the heat of the sun on their skin, John ached for the feel of a small rectangle of steel that was sharp with the tang of lighter fluid.
50. While others believed in God, John only believed in one thing - the fire.
Pairing: John "Pyro" Allerdyce/ Shark Lighter
Theme set: Epsilon
Rating: PG
1. It wasn't the motion but the sound, that metallic snick, that led John to keep up that constant motion; that distinctive sound better than silence anyday.
2. He loved picking the lighter up first thing in the morning and feeling the metal against his naturally warm fingers, slick and cold, waiting to be used by him.
3. He had been young, barely four, when he'd taken up his first lighter and giggled madly at the sound and scent before reveling at the blaze it made of his favorite stuffed bear.
4. It was the last thing John did at night, flicking the lighter open and closed as if pondering calling up the flame and then deciding against it for another day.
5. John had decided early on in life that there was no right or wrong, merely that which he would do and that which he wouldn't.
6. John's touch was gentle, reverent, as he caressed the red maw of the shark painted upon the steel.
7. One day he knew he would not need the lighter but it was a day that John didn't look forward to.
8. It wouldn't matter if he did that a hundred times or a thousand, John would never tire of the metallic ring of the Zippo opening and closing.
9. Rolling the lighter over his knuckles, John knew that Mags thought the helmet made him look like a king but it never failed to make the pyrokinetic snicker.
10. Staring at the lighter, Pyro made a vow himself that one day he would learn to master fire and not need the lighter anymore.
11.Glaring at Bobby, the lighter was a silvery blur in John's hand.
12. Lighter in hand, John felt no need to wait for the rest of the team as he headed off into the winter landscape around Alkali Lake.
13. He'd never seen the change over take him but as he stood in the clearing listening to Magneto drone on, he realized that even the lighter in his hand had changed; his very soul it seemed.
14. He wasn't one that sought to command others, instead being content with having a hold on his lighter and command over the fires that raged around the Brotherhood's contingency.
15. Holding tight to the doorframe of the copter's door, John flicked the lighter with the other so that he might use that metallic sound to calm his nerves as he left his old life behind.
16. The need was beginning to eat at his gut, leaving a thin sheen of sweat over John's body and yet he refused to pick up the lighter, his eyes locked on the silver across the room.
17. It was all he could see, the flames as they danced from his hand, the lighter heating up until it seemed to leave burns on his palm.
18. It wasn't that he sought attention with the constant clicking of the lighter, it was that the ligther had all of his.
19. His soul was fire, his heart the lighter that lay on his chest.
20. The picture showed four people, only one of them John knew and yet it took everything in him not to put the lighter's flame to the portrait of Bobby and his family.
21. "You're a fool to let her lead you around like that," John sneered at Bobby, the lighter held up between them as if in warning.
22. He wasn't mad with the others, he was frustrated and it showed in the constant clacking of metal on metal.
23. John wouldn't remember life before his mutation, or perhaps it was that he chose not to.
24. It was only now, as they headed into war, that John was willing to give up the lighter for more power.
25. It wasn't that John chose to live in shadows, but rather than he prefered to make his own light.
26. He wasn't going to say goodbye, not now or ever, and Bobby and Marie could take the soft tick of his lighter anyway they wanted - they always had anyway.
27. It wasn't hiding, he thought, it was merely caution as he slid the lighter into his pocket and leaned nonchalantly against the wall as the cops drove by.
28. There was no fame to be had from starting fires, but fortune was another story.
29. Tucking the lighter into his pocket for safe keeping, John strode into glass and dropped into his seat, staring at the teacher sullenly.
30. It was like seeing a ghost, staring down at Mystique's pale form, even his fire forgotten.
31. Holding the lighter beneath his desk, John made the flames dance over the page of the book, ignoring the glaring looks that Marie shot him.
32. Staring Bobby in the eyes, John cocked the lighter built into his glove and sent a blast of fire into the clinic.
33. Laying there in the X Jet, John dug into his pocket and found the lighter he'd never gotten rid of, waiting for all hell to break loose once more.
34. He'd be damned if he was going to sing the birthday song to Marie but he was nice enough to light the candles on her cake... with one long blast of fire.
35. It happened suddenly, a merely blink of his eye, and the whole room truck was in blazes.
36. There was nothing that could stop him now; not the X-Men or the brotherhood.
37. Time seemed to stop the moment the lighter came into his hand, hot and cold at the same time and all his.
38. The rain washed away the fires but not the way it felt coming from within and pouring out over the ligther's flame.
39. Staring at the device over is hand, John was torn between the power it offered and the familiarity of the lighter he'd come to love and cherish.
40. One day he would make history and when they told his story, there would be a shark Zippo on the cover.
41. There was power in fire; the power to create and destroy.
42. The scent of lighter fluid permeated everything in his room and yet it didn't seem to bother John in the least.
43. Magneto had called John a god among insects as if he aspired to godhood rather than aspiring to control what he had within rather than those without.
44. He could feel the lighter even through the wall, trying to shut his mind off and ignore the siren call of flint and steel.
45. Fully dressed and yet, without the Zippo, he felt naked.
46. John never explored too deeply wether it was the fire that drove him or his desires that gave drive to the flames.
47. It was not that harming others bothered the pyro, it was the lack of control over the harm that made him hold the lighter closer, seeking that control.
48. Gold and silver be damned, John knew what was the most precious metal in this world.
49. As others hungered for the touch of a woman, or the heat of the sun on their skin, John ached for the feel of a small rectangle of steel that was sharp with the tang of lighter fluid.
50. While others believed in God, John only believed in one thing - the fire.