I'm Putting Her Up for Adoption
Sep. 19th, 2011 04:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scribblemynameSnippet: "That Traitorous Mistress, Memory"
Fandom: X-Men First Class
Author's Note: I don't have time to work on this piece and, unlike my other snippets, this one doesn't make me want to finish it. If anyone wants her, you can have her.
Neither looked none too pleased when they saw Moira clicking in with her high heels, gun slung in the holster at her hips (over business suit dress—they were stodgy and they were old), with that determined look on her face.
"Who's put a bee in your bonnet, dear?" asked Mrs. Sturgeon. Her mouth puckered into a tight frown under her severe black glasses and even more severe steely grey bun. "Ladies shouldn't walk like they're out to kill someone."
Fandom: X-Men First Class
Author's Note: I don't have time to work on this piece and, unlike my other snippets, this one doesn't make me want to finish it. If anyone wants her, you can have her.
Neither looked none too pleased when they saw Moira clicking in with her high heels, gun slung in the holster at her hips (over business suit dress—they were stodgy and they were old), with that determined look on her face.
"Who's put a bee in your bonnet, dear?" asked Mrs. Sturgeon. Her mouth puckered into a tight frown under her severe black glasses and even more severe steely grey bun. "Ladies shouldn't walk like they're out to kill someone."
