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Eloi Chapter Thirty Two
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… I gave it to She Who
Must Be Obeyed to sort out after my queenly powers got me nowhere… *le sigh* InterNutter, TC,
Maxwell Pink, Dracena and Greywolf are loverly and wondermous for
archiving/hosting. J
ProPhile: Get it yet? Morgan: *test
glomp * Readers/Reviewers: The archives on the Yahoogroup
should be all updated this weekend so…yay for that…
“Todd, what’re
you doing?”
“Being sexy…
is it working?”
“If it was
working,” Rogue said with a hint of a laugh in her voice, “would I have asked
what you were doing?” She threw her damp towel at him and proceeded to get
dressed, seemingly oblivious to his nearly hungry gaze as he watched her move
naked about the room, gathering her clothes and stuffing the worn ones into a
hamper. “I don’t think I’ve stayed up
this late in ages,” she said, changing the subject in what she thought was a
neat manner. When Todd did not even
grunt in reply, she paused in her dressing and turned to look at him. “You awake over there?”
“Uh huh…
Still tryin’ the sexy thing…” He was sprawled on her bed, his feet hanging
off of one side and his head over the other, upside down. “Not workin’, is
it?”
Rogue rolled her eyes and hid
a smile. “Not really… You been lookin’ at Lance’s porn mags
again? I can’t think of any way that can
be sexy but I know they pose those girls like that, all sprawled out unnatural,
big ol’ fake tits standing up no matter what position
the bodies are in…” She trailed off as she pulled a shirt over her head,
adjusting the mesh sleeves before choosing a t-shirt to wear over the long
sleeved top. “Ready?”
Todd sighed
and rolled onto his stomach, sweeping his gaze over Rogue’s black and green
clad body. “Depends…ready for what?” he
asked, wiggling his brows.
“Again? We just did
that twice!” She blushed slightly, her
body still warm and a distinct stickiness became evident between her
thighs.
He
shrugged, swinging his legs around so that he was sitting on the edge of her
bed. “So? You too tired?” He smiled disarmingly, a sight not many had
ever seen. He leaned back on his elbows,
his jeans almost disgracefully low on his hips, and swung his legs, letting his
heels beat gently on the side of the mattress. “I can wait a few…”
She shook
her head, smiling full-on now. “Horndog.”
“Horn
*toad*,” he said imperiously, standing and moving behind her as she began to
comb her hair, the still-damp strands redolent of her shampoo, something green
and floral. Carefully, he reached up to
touch the white streak running along the left side of her face, the pale
strands mingled with the darker red, a color which he found was completely
natural, no matter what some of the girls suspected. “Did that hurt, when you got this?” he asked
quietly. The question had been on his mind
for some time, off and on. He had heard
bits and pieces of how she acquired the streak, but never from her.
She put the
comb back on her vanity and stepped away, cautious of his exposed skin. “C’mon.
Get your shirt on and let’s get going.
It’s almost midnight and Logan’s
gonna be on the far side of the property before long. If you wanna sneak
out, we gotta do it fast.”
Todd nodded
and bent to retrieve his shirt, wondering at her avoidance of the
question. When he looked over at her
again, she was applying black liquid liner around her eyes, her face bearing
the universal expression all people seemed to adopt when putting on eye make
up. “You think whoever hurt Paige was tryin’ to? I mean…
Lance thinks it was an accident and it was just s’posed
to scare ‘em there.” He raked his
fingers through his hair as he waited for Rogue to answer. “Lance and I were talkin’
and I gotta say, it makes sense.”
“I think,”
she said slowly, screwing the cap onto the eyeliner and tossing it in her red
plaid plastic make up bag, “that whoever’s doing this is stupid. They’re cowards, full of shit and they have
no fucking idea what they’re afraid of.
I think they wanted to hurt or even kill someone because that’s how
cowards like that work. They think they
can scare their fear into submission.”
She looked fierce then, her face set in lines of anger and fear, not of
whoever was trying to hurt the mutants but for her friend and of her own
rage. “I got too many people rattling
around up here,” she said, tapping her temple, “to think right about this,
Todd. Some of ‘em want
me to scream an’ yell and go hide, some of ‘em want me to go all vigilante an’ absofuckinglutely destroy these jackasses. What’s so bad is…” she paused, taking a deep
breath before continuing, “because of Empath up here…
I can feel ‘em. I can feel their
emotions, the ghosts up in my skull, and those are nothin’ compared to my
own. The voice that scares me the most
is my own.”
Todd stared
at her for a long moment, his eyes locked on her own
bright gaze. The red-purple mark he had
left on her neck and it’s twin on the swell of her
breast, barely visible through the green mesh top, seemed to him like her anger
seeping through her skin, so palpable was the emotion from her. “Look, Marie,” he began, then
paused. “Look, we don’t hafta go… We can just forget it, ya know? Stay here, go with everyone tomorrow…”
“No,” she
said firmly, looping her gloved arm through his. “We go now.
The only way we’re going to find out anything is if I do this tonight… When she wakes up, it’ll be too late. She won’t remember anything.”
Todd
nodded, almost reluctantly, and motioned for her to lead the way. If they moved fast, if they avoided getting
caught, then they would be at Saint Dymphna’s before anyone
noticed they were missing.
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