Who Am I? {ota}

[nomore_hiding]

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[chosethem]

Mitchell drank a lot since Raven left. Why not? He wouldn't die and once Raven left, he couldn't help but laugh at the fucking irony of it all.

Alone again, like he always would be. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket and walked back toward the hotel with his head down.

He bumped someone's shoulder and muttered a 'sorry' before he kept going. Fuck it.

[nomore_hiding]

Mystique stumbled, torn out of her confusion, but finding a new source of it in that voice and retreating form.

She knew it. She knew him.

Her mouth opened just as the memories started to flood back, "Mitchell?" she asked in a voice that was not her own.

[chosethem]

"What," he retorted, looking over his shoulder. He didn't know who that was. "Cheers, mate," he said, starting to walk again.

[nomore_hiding]

Her eyes flashed yellow in frustration, following after him for a moment still limping, then slowing to stop.

"Mitchell." she tried again, her own voice coming through this time as she shifted toward her true self. A bit older than he'd remember and less clothed.