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Perversity (R-I think)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta…more short fic! This is for a sort of challenge on Nutter’s board.
(Much thanks to her for letting me post it there) Someone asked me about a Legion/Wanda pairing and this is what
popped out. It is a bit AU/OC for them
but it’s them…
I looked up
perversity one time in the dictionary.
It said “deliberately deviating from what is good oght.ght.” I guess
that fits. I do things
deliberately. No one can say I’m
irresponsible for my actions because I make damned sure that I know what I’m
doing before I even begin. That said, I
think I fucked up big time.
Our little
false scene of domesticity keeps us happy or pretending to be happy during the
days and nights we’re together. We have
a kitchen, for Chrissakes. A
kitchen. We never bring anyone else
here and we never come together. He
shows up first and by the time I get here, it looks like a home. The bed is made and turned down, the
television is on, usually the news, and the lights are all blazing with
life. Sometimes he cooks dinner but it’s
so bad we order out. When I cook,
somehow it always ends up forgotten and with us on the floor. Maybe it’s something in the macaroni.
I don’t
know how long we went on like this before things started getting weird. A month?
Two? I just know that I was
happy. Perversely happy. It was wron me me to be here and wrong of
him to let me be here. I wonder if his
father knew about us? Does anything really get by a telepath? I felt wanted for the first time in a long time. Ever, I think. After that first time, things did get better. He had done this before, it seemed, and
showed me things, ways to go that didn’t hurt and that I liked. Part of me was always separate, though,
wondering if I was going to get caught or hurt or worse. Part of me was looking down on all this and
seeing him see me, seeing the blank look that would come over his face in the
night when he thought I couldn’t see him.
I wondered, then, if he was all right in the head. Who isn’t a little crazy, though? It seems to run in my family. I let it go, I slept next to him every night
that I could. I pretended he wasn’t
older though he look near my age, we both pretended this was real. In November, it went wrong.
I woke up
with his hands around my throat. “Who are
you?”
“It’s me…It’s
Wanda!” I could barely hear my voice…he
was squeezing so tightly that I couldn’t get air. I don’t know why I didn’t fight him…I just laid there and stared
up at him. He wasn’t David
anymore. He wasn’t at home behind his
eyes. I almost wanted him to kill me
for one shining moment but then he let go.
He locked himself in the bathroom and I didn’t see him before I had to
leave the next morning. A few nights
later, we met again. He had made
dinner, too salty and burned, so we ordered Thai. I was paying the delivery guy and David was taking the food to
the kitchen, everything right and tight, when I heard this shrill scream. I shoved the money at the guy at the door
and slammed it in his face before running into the kitchen. I fully expected to find some strange woman
in there with David, maybe a confused grandma who thought she was in her own
apartment or something, but there was only David. “What the fuck was that?”
He looked
different. I couldn’t name why but his face just looked…different. Tears in his eyes, he pointed to the
corner. “There’s a dead mouse!”
“What?” A dead fucking mouse made him scream. He had killed people before and a
dead mouse made him scream like a girl.
“Get rid of
it!” He threw the food on the counter
and ran to the bedroom. I got rid of
the mouse and followed him. He was
huddled in the middle of the bed, shoulders shaking. I hate it when men cry. “David?”
“David?” He
sounded offended. “Do I look
like a David to you?”
“Uh…”
“Get out!”
I didn’t
need to be told twice. I have a t
ot
of how much crazy I can take in a day and I’d exceeded it.
The last
time was just last night. I woke up
next to him, murmuring in Arabic. I
didn’t even know he knew Arabic. He was
talking in broken fragments in his sleep but he wasn’t David there either. I left again. I came back to Bayville.
I didn’t even wait for him to wake up as someone new this time. But you want to know the really sick part,
the perverted part? I’m going back to
him. He makes me feel normal. He makes me feel wanted. I’m going back to him and whoever else he
is. I’m deliberately deviating from
what I know is right, I’m deliberately deviating from having a more sane
existence just so I can feel loved and wanted, even if it’s only part of the
time. If that’s not perversity, I don’t
know what is.
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