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fiction_drabbles2012-07-15 02:22 pm
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Entry tags:
Break
Title: Break
Challenge/Prompt: # 154: Break
Original Fiction or Fanfiction [Name of fandom]: XMFC (X-men: first class)
Characters/Pairings: Charles Xavier (Professor X) & Erik Lehnsherr (Magneto)
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Angsty, just the way thedeadorchestra likes it.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything by Marvel.
Summary: A meeting at a park, two decades later...
Author's Notes: For boththedeadorchestra and for the prompt: break.
-o-
A meeting at a park, two decades later and certainly not the first (and perhaps not even the last).
An old game of chess, black pieces humming and with a flick of a finger, moving on their own across the board. Another set of fingers, tracing the white pieces, moving them with ease.
Advance. Take. Surrender. Checkmate.
The same old arguments, stubborn voices, which have only grown even more stubborn over the years, trying to prove the other wrong.
“How many more deaths, Erik?”
That smile, too many teeth and not enough warmth. A predator’s smile.
“Until I break you.”
-o-
Challenge/Prompt: # 154: Break
Original Fiction or Fanfiction [Name of fandom]: XMFC (X-men: first class)
Characters/Pairings: Charles Xavier (Professor X) & Erik Lehnsherr (Magneto)
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Angsty, just the way thedeadorchestra likes it.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything by Marvel.
Summary: A meeting at a park, two decades later...
Author's Notes: For both
thedeadorchestra and for the prompt: break. -o-
A meeting at a park, two decades later and certainly not the first (and perhaps not even the last).
An old game of chess, black pieces humming and with a flick of a finger, moving on their own across the board. Another set of fingers, tracing the white pieces, moving them with ease.
Advance. Take. Surrender. Checkmate.
The same old arguments, stubborn voices, which have only grown even more stubborn over the years, trying to prove the other wrong.
“How many more deaths, Erik?”
That smile, too many teeth and not enough warmth. A predator’s smile.
“Until I break you.”
-o-