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A Dark and Stormy Night
By : Nemain
Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Het - Male/Female
Views: 4015 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men Evolution, or any of the characters from it. I make no money from from the writing of this story. - Chapter List
A Dark and Stormy Night, chapter two (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta…I’m finally catching
up, lol! Readers/Reviewers: *more glomps * to Shkspr1048 for letting me write
his bunny and *twirly dance of thanks * to all y’all who’re reading and
reviewing!“I am an
old man, Mystique,” Eric sighed against the cold glass windowpane. “I feel death creeping into my very bones on
days like this.”Mystique,
ageless and bored, made a murmuring noise of agreement as she studied her
reflection in the glass beside him. “It
is probably a joint ailment,” she sighed after a moment. “Common in humans such as yourself.”Eric raised
one brow but otherwise made no comment.
He merely stared at the bright morning landscape, the crystalline snow
deceptively beautiful, spread as it was across the dead grass. He could not help the smile that crossed his
face as his immortality came tumbling by: a ball of limbs and tail, all blue
and laughter, rocketed past the window, followed closely by a silver-gold blur
that could only be the last of the Lehnscherr line. “Pietro is too old for games like that,” he said suddenly,
pushing away from the view and returning to his ledger. “Kurt is an infant almost…he is supposed to
play. Pietro has studies to attend to.”Mystique
pressed her lips together in a thin line, glaring. “You’re too hard on the boy,” she said finally in a low,
dangerous tone. “You place too much
value on our…your son.”Eric did
not even look up from his books as he waved her off. “Find Pietro and tell him to finish his work. Wanda should be
checked on as well. I do not like it
when they are this quiet.” He did not
exhale his pent up breath until Mystique vanished from the room.Kurt
pouted. He had been having fun, he
thought to himself. Why did he have to
stop, he wondered. “Mama,” he lisped through
the gap in his front teeth, “why’d PiePie have to go inside? I wanna make snow angels!”Mystique
barely checked her snarl. “Do not call
me that name. You may call me Mystique.
Or ma’am,” she added as an after though. “You are HIS son, not mine.”
Without another word, she turned her back on the startled boy and strode
back into the mansion in the direction Pietro had taken, through the side door
of the old servant’s entrance that led directlythe the antiquated kitchen.Fleetingly,
Kurt thought of hot chocolate and some yummy rolls he just knew were still in
the basket on the table, but he felt like maybe people were mad at him; Pietro
had pushed him extra hard during their games today and even pulled his hair
until he cried uncle. And now Mystique
was not letting him call her Mama, a name he identified with the fellow
blue-skinned person without ever being instructed to do so. He was confused, to say the least. Confused and not a little hurt, Kurt turned
away from the welcoming lights of the house and trudged on short legs towards
the ice-dappled river bordering the property.
He loved to go there in the spring and see the baby animals, maybe even
feed them like Pietro had done only a few months ago, but he decided that the
naked landscape did not make him feel so bad right now. “It’s like me,” he muttered, dropping to sit
on a stump near the water’s edge. “All
ugly.” He rested his chin on his knees
and closed his eyes. He was only five but
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