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scribblemyname) wrote2011-12-06 03:43 pm
scribblemyname) wrote2011-12-06 03:43 pm
Holiday Fic ~ Dec 6 ~ Snakes and Ladders
Title: Snakes and Ladders
Fandom: X-Men Movieverse
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arliddian.
Summary: They never could meet in the middle. Kitty/Pyro
She hit him and he hit her and they never managed to come down in the middle.
Katherine Pryde was the kind of girl John had no business finding attractive. She was sweet and caring and good. Good enough to make him try to be a better person, to learn how to love instead of hate, to trust her when he had given up trusting years ago.
He hit her and she was his ladder, a shining light at the end of his tunnel, showing him who he could be.
St. John Allerdyce was the kind of boy Kitty had no business finding attractive. He was hurt and dangerous and lashed out when she was hurting the most. He hurt enough to make her want him, want to heal him, and want to lose herself in the healing. She'd never been taught some wounds can't heal.
She hit him and he was her snake, the fall from ignorant, innocent grace and bliss, showing her she could hurt and be hurt.
He was her snake and she was his ladder. Only problem, it wasn't a game.
Fandom: X-Men Movieverse
Author's Notes: for
arliddian.Summary: They never could meet in the middle. Kitty/Pyro
She hit him and he hit her and they never managed to come down in the middle.
Katherine Pryde was the kind of girl John had no business finding attractive. She was sweet and caring and good. Good enough to make him try to be a better person, to learn how to love instead of hate, to trust her when he had given up trusting years ago.
He hit her and she was his ladder, a shining light at the end of his tunnel, showing him who he could be.
St. John Allerdyce was the kind of boy Kitty had no business finding attractive. He was hurt and dangerous and lashed out when she was hurting the most. He hurt enough to make her want him, want to heal him, and want to lose herself in the healing. She'd never been taught some wounds can't heal.
She hit him and he was her snake, the fall from ignorant, innocent grace and bliss, showing her she could hurt and be hurt.
He was her snake and she was his ladder. Only problem, it wasn't a game.
~ fin ~
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