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tamingthemuseTitle: The Future that is Now
Rating: PG for swearing
Fandom: X-men
Summary: Wolverine hates peppermint
Silenced filled the halls as he brought the dinner mint to his lips in hopes of washing away the taste of garlic. Dinner had been good, but he couldn’t stand the aftertaste. Going without brushing for weeks he was used too, rancid garlic breath he couldn’t stand. Go figure.
Logan sat back letting the peppermint candy dissolve in his mouth. It reminded him of a thousand Christmas times when they would open up a box and sooner or later you pop one into your mouth and start sucking. It was the sort of thing they’d been doing since the, fuck what was it? Why did the years all seem to blur together in his mind now days?
He suckled the candy and tired to get the memories to leave him. Kitty’s squeal as he’d bought her the damn game system she kept bitching about, Jubilees shocked eyes at the earrings made of real diamonds, Jean’s smile at the pearl necklace. Presents were really ways of making yourself feel important by getting other people shit they didn’t really need, but sometimes he got why people bothered. It was always a great way to get people to give him lots of booze without anyone looking at him funny. Those were good times.
He spit the candy out. It was better to deal with the taste of left over garlic than deal with the sour memories that that taste brought to him. Living for ever, possible, was something he’d come to deal with. The day to day danger of mutant life. That he could deal with. Outliving all of his friends, watching Kitty go from a spunky kid to a weakened old lady? Now that he couldn’t bare. That’s why he kept on the move these days. Helped where he could, but stayed out of groups, or circles, or friends.
The world had changed. Wood was replaced by metal, signs replaced by glowing lights, garbage replaced with recyclables. It looked nothing like the world he’d fought to protect. A bag slung over his shoulder, a pair of shredded jeans on his legs and a black and red plaid shirt over his chest was all he needed in this future that was the now.
“Logan!” came a voice he didn’t know and it made him tense. He glanced around and saw a young woman, with a passing resemblance to Jubilee standing beside him. He didn’t stop walking.
“Your name is Logan right?” she asked again.
“That it is Kylie,” he said shocking the woman by knowing her name.
“How did you…?”
“Don’t worry about that,” he said not wanting to explain that he’d known her great grandmother very well, “What do you want?”
“My family has this,” she said holding out a locket that had a tracking device inside. It tracked the tiny implant he’d had Forge put into him right before his death. It’d caused some trouble, but it made sure the bloodlines of those he had loved would never go without.
“So they do,” Logan said pausing only to light up a cigar. The woman seemed startled and disgusted by it, but was wise enough not to say anything.
“We need help,” she said eagerly.
“I bet you do,” Logan said putting to the cigar and taking a puff, “Your family always seem too.”
Rating: PG for swearing
Fandom: X-men
Summary: Wolverine hates peppermint
Silenced filled the halls as he brought the dinner mint to his lips in hopes of washing away the taste of garlic. Dinner had been good, but he couldn’t stand the aftertaste. Going without brushing for weeks he was used too, rancid garlic breath he couldn’t stand. Go figure.
Logan sat back letting the peppermint candy dissolve in his mouth. It reminded him of a thousand Christmas times when they would open up a box and sooner or later you pop one into your mouth and start sucking. It was the sort of thing they’d been doing since the, fuck what was it? Why did the years all seem to blur together in his mind now days?
He suckled the candy and tired to get the memories to leave him. Kitty’s squeal as he’d bought her the damn game system she kept bitching about, Jubilees shocked eyes at the earrings made of real diamonds, Jean’s smile at the pearl necklace. Presents were really ways of making yourself feel important by getting other people shit they didn’t really need, but sometimes he got why people bothered. It was always a great way to get people to give him lots of booze without anyone looking at him funny. Those were good times.
He spit the candy out. It was better to deal with the taste of left over garlic than deal with the sour memories that that taste brought to him. Living for ever, possible, was something he’d come to deal with. The day to day danger of mutant life. That he could deal with. Outliving all of his friends, watching Kitty go from a spunky kid to a weakened old lady? Now that he couldn’t bare. That’s why he kept on the move these days. Helped where he could, but stayed out of groups, or circles, or friends.
The world had changed. Wood was replaced by metal, signs replaced by glowing lights, garbage replaced with recyclables. It looked nothing like the world he’d fought to protect. A bag slung over his shoulder, a pair of shredded jeans on his legs and a black and red plaid shirt over his chest was all he needed in this future that was the now.
“Logan!” came a voice he didn’t know and it made him tense. He glanced around and saw a young woman, with a passing resemblance to Jubilee standing beside him. He didn’t stop walking.
“Your name is Logan right?” she asked again.
“That it is Kylie,” he said shocking the woman by knowing her name.
“How did you…?”
“Don’t worry about that,” he said not wanting to explain that he’d known her great grandmother very well, “What do you want?”
“My family has this,” she said holding out a locket that had a tracking device inside. It tracked the tiny implant he’d had Forge put into him right before his death. It’d caused some trouble, but it made sure the bloodlines of those he had loved would never go without.
“So they do,” Logan said pausing only to light up a cigar. The woman seemed startled and disgusted by it, but was wise enough not to say anything.
“We need help,” she said eagerly.
“I bet you do,” Logan said putting to the cigar and taking a puff, “Your family always seem too.”
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