#mysteriousmutant

[roi-des-voleurs]

@mysteriousmutant​ --  "did you just spill your drink on me?"

Encountering Rogue had dampened Remy's earlier jovial mood, and distracted him enough that he was not paying the most rapt attention as he moved through the crowd. He was definitely appreciating the open bar, having helped himself to yet another drink before walking away. Seeing the rest of the people enjoying themselves both made him jealous and made him want to try and still have as much of a good time as he could. 

As he came closer to the dance floor, he thought about asking one of the ladies nearby to dance, yet just as he turned to talk to her, someone else bumped into him, causing Remy to stumble and, unfortunately, to slosh some of his drink on the floor. "Merde," he grumbled, thinking to go and get another drink when a different woman suddenly spoke to him. He glanced at the spilled liquid on the floor, then looked at her with a bit of a guilty expression on his face. "Pardon, chere. Wasn't payin' attention, I guess. Hope I didn't wreck your dress?" He could not tell, and he really hoped she would not ask him to pay for the damage. Not that he could not lift a wallet to cover the cost, but still.

[apoisontouch-b]

“Party don’t start till someone’s mom crashes it”

HOLIDAY PARTY STARTERS || ACCEPTING || @mysteriousmutant

She should have known that Mystique would make an appearance. Her mother always had a knack for showing up at times when she least expected it --- and here of all places? Rogue would have thought it would have kept Mystique ten miles away. But no. Mystique was standing right in front of her, with her favorite face on, in public, dressed like a goddess. Nothing about Mystique said to look away. (Her mother always did like attention.) 

“Momma?” The word fell out of her mouth before she had a chance to stop it, and it felt like her heart and stuttered too. How long had it been since she seen her mom? Back before she left the Brotherhood? (Another person that Rogue had left behind without a second thought.) “I---” Rogue shut her mouth before she said anything foolish, but her dark eyes were saying enough. They were laced with confusion and shock -- and a warmth that came with being around someone she loved. “When -- how long have ya been in the city? I didn’t realize---” Everything was coming out at once and Rogue had to stop to catch her breath. “How are ya?” 

[speedysmaximoff]

Quotes taken from Hadestown the Musical

❝ I can see you’re blinded by the sadness of it all. ❞ || @mysteriousmutant

It wasn’t his universe. Pietro knew this. This was not the world he had grown up in, wasn’t the one he watched his sister die for in Wakanda. It was a strange new world, as his father would have said. This should have granted him some distance, should have made what happened in the park sting a little less. 

It didn’t.

This was not his world, but an unspeakable tragedy had happened here. The weight of it sat on his chest in a way he could not explain, suffocated him, made him ache. Maybe it was related to how it happened, too --- all that gunfire, the raging battle... It was painfully similar to Sokovia. Pietro glanced up at the sound of a voice, muscle in his jaw tightening at the words. “I’m not sad,” he insisted, fire burning through the words. “I’m --- I’m angry. That shouldn’t have happened.”