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Peace of Mind

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Rogue hated feeling like a moody teenager hiding from people. Hated it. But she did it often. Not that she could be called a teenager anymore, her birthday had come and gone earlier that year, unknown to anyone but her mama and now she was a young adult according to Mystique, and still had no idea what to do with that information.

All she wanted was to finish her training so she didn’t have to look at the task master anymore and go fight. That’s what she was good at. Give her a full on face to face, rip your skin off and chew on their bones battle. But not that team bonding stuff. They didn’t want her here and she had no idea what to do with that information either. Great. Just great. And she was justifying her awkwardness to herself again, perfect.

On her first tour of the grounds there had been a corner of the house overflowing with green. Pretty flowers and healthy plants and a kind of quiet peace she craved when it got too loud in her head. That’s where she was headed now with the book she borrowed from the library, praying that it wasn’t occupied.

#storm 001

──/ 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 ; @vcsstorm.

The restaurant is on a corner, slanted with plastic signs and a sign bolted into the front that looks heavy enough to pull the place down. It’s likely not in very good shape, surprising in ways that it hasn’t just been shut down. And truthfully speaking, he’s never really seen more than one other person, sometimes none, at the same time as he eats. And that’s why it’s perfect, his favorite place, and the best place for her to join him. Truth be told, there’s a quake to his nerves. Perhaps an instinct to run away so aggressively held into place by his determination, that his muscles jump in place beneath his skin like a wild animal on a leash. His jaw twitches in place too, teeth gritted a little because, while this was all fine and well when he asked her on the phone, facing reality is another matter. Things haven’t leveled since he made the mistake of rising to the occasion, climbing to new heights and conquering his hesitation so that he fell that height right into bed with her. A dangerous thing indeed, especially when it had been like jumping into a volcano. He’s done too fucking much to waste it all now. Too much of his plans hinge on this, so much time spent courting her, getting to know her. And it can’t go to waste- not because he can’t get control of his odd insecurities. So he called her to lunch, and this morning he had sent her the text detailing when and where. He can’t let it all be for nothing. She’s not conquest to be taken in a night, or maybe not a year. And perhaps getting his hands dirty was needed. Sad to say, but maybe sleeping together will help him in the long run. Though it feels....terrible. Facing her again after this. He rarely, if ever, continued associating with people like that. It wasn’t in his nature. Yet. He’s here. Standing outside of the restaurant, waiting patiently for her in his long coat and suit,, vest unbuttoned and hair no longer styled, left in a mess after work from running his hands through it.