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Erik entered his bedroom, closed the door, and locked it behind him. He was nursing a rather large, Emma-and-Azazel sized headache, as apparently, both of them liked to establish who was more important to the boss. And who was really more important had moved in on his bed and had stretched her arms over the headboard in a rather dominant fashion.
"Headache?" Mystique flashed her teeth in a bright grin.
"I can see this is becoming your habit." He tugged off the helmet and dumped it on the dresser. "I sincerely hope you didn't come for reassurance."
One red eyebrow lifted over one golden eye. "Do I look like I need it?"
Blue, perfect, spread across his made-up bed like a lazy tiger, uninterested in hiding herself beneath his covers or another's skin-he could not honestly say she did.
His voice softened. "What then?" he asked.
Mystique raised the other brow. "I'm not here to reassure you either."
She caught him flat-footed with that one. I've created a monster, flitted through his head
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:grins: I saw your prompt and just had to write something for it. I'm so glad you like it. (I'm working on By Any Other Name too. Just in itty bitty pieces.)
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"Headache?" Mystique flashed her teeth in a bright grin.
"I can see this is becoming your habit." He tugged off the helmet and dumped it on the dresser. "I sincerely hope you didn't come for reassurance."
One red eyebrow lifted over one golden eye. "Do I look like I need it?"
Blue, perfect, spread across his made-up bed like a lazy tiger, uninterested in hiding herself beneath his covers or another's skin-he could not honestly say she did.
His voice softened. "What then?" he asked.
Mystique raised the other brow. "I'm not here to reassure you either."
She caught him flat-footed with that one. I've created a monster, flitted through his head ( ... )
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