an X-Men drabble...
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tommygirlTitle: You Live, You Learn
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storydivagirl
Fandom: X-Men
Summary: Rogue thinking about Pyro after he leaves the school. Set after the end of X2
Pairing: implied Rogue/Pyro
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: don’t own any of the characters or have anything to do with the world of X-Men in any way except as a fan of Pyro and Rogue.
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writers_choice & allfandomfics
You live, you learn. It’s a lyric to a song, isn’t it? One of those wailing, angst-ridden songs written by a chick who was totally annihilated by a stupid boy and took to the guitar? The guy was probably all eyes of brown fire, perfect hands, and overwhelming bravado—how could the girl resist? She should have, but instead she’s writing angry songs about a sublime moment in time that was decimated.
Maybe that’s what I should do. At least I can’t suck the life out of a guitar. Hell I even have the first line: his name was John and now he’s gone.
It has promise, I think.
But, at the moment, it’s the cliché of it all that sticks with me. You live, you learn, and what I’ve learned is that good guys are the ones to want. I’m sick of being infatuated with the brooders, the misunderstood misanthropes like Logan or John. I want to love the Bobbies of the world, the guys who would give up everything to protect me and be there for me. Predictable, safe Bobby is all I want.
Or so I keep telling myself despite the tears and pounding sensation in my head contradicting that statement. I groan in frustration several times, as if sheer force can will away missing John, but it’s unavoidable pain. It’s a pin prick to my balloon chest when I realize that everyone’s right and John’s not coming back.
Bobby says things like, “you knew what John was like, Rogue” and I almost think he knows the truth. That he’s figured out about the long nights in the kitchen that felt like anything but. It’s funny how time works like that. The night would pass so quickly, the orange of the sun blasting onto the horizon and serving as a warning to John and me to hurry back to our rooms. It always came too quickly and yet it seemed endless as John sat across from me. He would stare at me in that slightly maddening way that made me believe he knew my every thought. He would stare, all the while going flick, swish, flick, swish with his trusty lighter. And I would force my eyes away from his, but they were always pulled back as I rambled on about god knows what to cover the loud beat of my heart.
I knew what John was like. That’s the worst part of it all. I can’t really blame him, can I? For doing what he’s gone on about for the longest time? For jumping head first into the waters of adulthood while Bobby and I returned to the safety of the Xavier School? No, I can’t hate him or sing songs of shattered trust. All I can do is choose differently next time.
You live, you learn, I guess.
Author:
storydivagirlFandom: X-Men
Summary: Rogue thinking about Pyro after he leaves the school. Set after the end of X2
Pairing: implied Rogue/Pyro
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: don’t own any of the characters or have anything to do with the world of X-Men in any way except as a fan of Pyro and Rogue.
Crossposted:
writers_choice & allfandomficsYou live, you learn. It’s a lyric to a song, isn’t it? One of those wailing, angst-ridden songs written by a chick who was totally annihilated by a stupid boy and took to the guitar? The guy was probably all eyes of brown fire, perfect hands, and overwhelming bravado—how could the girl resist? She should have, but instead she’s writing angry songs about a sublime moment in time that was decimated.
Maybe that’s what I should do. At least I can’t suck the life out of a guitar. Hell I even have the first line: his name was John and now he’s gone.
It has promise, I think.
But, at the moment, it’s the cliché of it all that sticks with me. You live, you learn, and what I’ve learned is that good guys are the ones to want. I’m sick of being infatuated with the brooders, the misunderstood misanthropes like Logan or John. I want to love the Bobbies of the world, the guys who would give up everything to protect me and be there for me. Predictable, safe Bobby is all I want.
Or so I keep telling myself despite the tears and pounding sensation in my head contradicting that statement. I groan in frustration several times, as if sheer force can will away missing John, but it’s unavoidable pain. It’s a pin prick to my balloon chest when I realize that everyone’s right and John’s not coming back.
Bobby says things like, “you knew what John was like, Rogue” and I almost think he knows the truth. That he’s figured out about the long nights in the kitchen that felt like anything but. It’s funny how time works like that. The night would pass so quickly, the orange of the sun blasting onto the horizon and serving as a warning to John and me to hurry back to our rooms. It always came too quickly and yet it seemed endless as John sat across from me. He would stare at me in that slightly maddening way that made me believe he knew my every thought. He would stare, all the while going flick, swish, flick, swish with his trusty lighter. And I would force my eyes away from his, but they were always pulled back as I rambled on about god knows what to cover the loud beat of my heart.
I knew what John was like. That’s the worst part of it all. I can’t really blame him, can I? For doing what he’s gone on about for the longest time? For jumping head first into the waters of adulthood while Bobby and I returned to the safety of the Xavier School? No, I can’t hate him or sing songs of shattered trust. All I can do is choose differently next time.
You live, you learn, I guess.
