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[scribblemyname]

From ladielazarus

The first five people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble/ficlet of any pairing/character of their choosing. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level.

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Means to an End

[scribblemyname]

Talk about angsting...

Well, here you go, darling, some dark something that popped out of thinking of Remy and reading waaaay too much of the less happy fics I happen to love:


-o-

Means to an end. Remy LeBeau had always doubted whether anyone knew that sex was merely that, that violence was merely that, that skill itself was merely that. The means to an end, counting cards in a game where he knew all the hands.

LeBeau—the survivor under the mask—did not care. He put on the smile, the flippant remarks, shuffled his cards like it was all a game (he only played when the stakes were high), and let them frown and forget to guess at what was really going on.

Death, Marauder, X-Man...

They never saw the end.

-o-


Thanks for the prayers. Accepted. And I am feeling a bit better now.

Re: Means to an End

[lithiumlaughter.livejournal.com]

Good flippin' gravy woman, this was just what I was hoping for. Getting inside that screwed up head of his and laying it bare for the audience. A hundred times YES.

I love how this piece makes everything that's him into a means to an end, and has stripped him to this survivor -- LeBeau -- who is just a leftover of the means he's employed. There's this wonderful implication that he may not even KNOW what the end he's reaching for is, and he's just this tattered mess that's hiding under his mask, just waiting. Beautiful.

And that line about counting cards when he knows all the hands? Shivers. Absolute shivers.

Thanks so much, doll!

Re: Means to an End

[scribblemyname]

I think I love you. I wrote this in an off moment and now that I come back to it, I'm surprised at how well it turned out. And I'm ultra-glad you like it. :hugs: