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66. Destiny
Destiny Meme

Everyone's destined for something. What are you destined for?


1. Reply to this post with your character's name and fandom in the subject line.
2. Tag other people with a number from the RNG, 1 through 8. The list of scenarios is below!
3. Have fun with your destiny!
3a. Shonen heroes are totally allowed to screw destiny.

1. Destined for Love -- You and the other person are destined to be together. You just don't know it yet.

2. Destined for Death -- Both of you are doomed to die together. Better than dying alone, at least.

3. Destined for Betrayal -- Best friends, lovers, whatever. All that matters is that one of you is going to betray the other, regardless of any personal feelings on the matter.

4. Destined for Heroics -- You're going to save the world! And neither of you get a choice in the matter.

5. Destined for Villainy -- You're going to end the world!...even if you don't want to. You can try to get talked out of it or avoid it, but the call knows where the two of you live.

6. Destined for Murder -- The ultimate betrayal. One of you is doomed to kill the other, by accident or by design.

7. Destined for Helplessness -- The ultimate heartache. One of you is dying, and all the other can do is watch you die in their arms.

8. Destined for Mystery -- Grab bag! Pick one of the above, or make up your own!

Warning! This meme may contain triggers such as dying, death, and murder. It may also contain sexy things.

Emma Frost | X-Men

7...oh boy

Charles had been prepared for the battle, the war between his and Erik's side of the mutant coin had been coming for a long time. He and his friends fought well, defending the humans to the best of their abilities.

What he wasn't prepared for was the anti-mutant assassin that snuck in under the radar, shooting him right through to the back of his wheelchair as he was squaring off against Emma Frost. A projectile through the chest destroyed any concentration he had at the moment and he stared at the metal prong sticking out, not sure if he was really seeing it or if it was a projection of Emma's. sure felt real....

Oh god... the uber angst of it all!

Emma had never meant for it to end like this. Facing off against Charles herself had been one thing. She had even expected Erik to take over, to want to finish his friend himself, but this?

Something cold twisted deep inside her gut when the shock started to wear off and all she could do was stare at his chest. At the thing sticking out from it. She took a couple of steps toward him before dropping to her knees as she felt tears well up. "Charles... No..."

so much angst

He put a hand to it as if to pull it out but grimaced in pain, unable to move. It was literally pinning him to his chair. "Got me..." was the first thing he managed to say, still not sure who shot him in all this chaos. He had only to look at Emma to see it wasn't her as he tried to take in breaths against his wound.

Not like this...can't end like this... It went around in his head, unwilling to accept his fate.

Emma raised a hand to cover his, trembling as she still tried to battle the shock. Around them was still chaos, no one else having clicked to the fact that anything was wrong. She wanted to yell out for help, but her voice caught in her throat and she just continued to stare at Charles helplessly.

I can't fix it... I can't... I'm so sorry, Charles. I never wanted it to end like this. Never. Tell me what to do.

Shock is settling in for Charles too, only his is the literal kind, blood starting to run down from the wound in his chest. He instinctively guides her hand to put pressure on it, but the pressure on his chest doesn't feel any better. He blinks away a few tears of his own, a glassy eyed stare back at Emma in front of him. I don't know...don't know what to do....

Off to the side, another mutant goes down with a similar projectile through his side and Charles grips Emma's sleeve. There! Up there, stop him... He's located the assassin that is picking off people, one by one. They are laying on the top of a building nearby, using a sniper scope.

The warm blood trickled down her fingers and Emma tried not to pull away. It only seemed to remind her of the reality of the situation. She kept her hand pressed up against Charles' wound even as she whipped her head around to focus on the assassin and seek out his mind, taking him out before he could fire off another projectile. She also sent out a telepathic message for one of Erik's followers to make sure he was dead.

She looked back at Charles, eyes flicking over his face as she swallowed back a lump in her throat. As much as they'd argued and never quite seen eye to eye over the years, she never did want him to die. Her head dropped to his lap, trying to hide the tears that suddenly seemed to want to come.

You can't die. Didn't anyone ever tell you that?

He was slumping forward in the chair at that point, as much as the projectile was letting him, breaths coming shallowly against her hands. The fighting had slowed around them, though whether it was due to everyone noticing what was going on or if it was in Charles' imagination due to his injuries, he could not say. Right now, they seemed to be the only two people there.

He can't help a smile, his eyes closed. Not that...kind of mutant...I'm afraid. Charles tries to gets his eyes back open again, to look at her. He has to say something but he can't get it out aloud. I can't ask...the children, I....don't want to leave them. How could he ask her such a thing? She's the only one right now that would listen. Someone has to protect them.

"Charles?" It was the first spoken word on Emma's part, his name echoed in both their minds as was her confusion. She lifted her head slowly to look up at him, studying his face. You want it to be me?

In that moment she was actually terrified at the prospect. How was she ever supposed to live up to the image of the great Charles Xavier? She had more than a few dark marks against her name. Surely he wasn't so delirious as to seriously consider trusting her with them?

She pulled herself up on her knees a little, moving one hand from his chest as she cupped his face to try and get him to hold her gaze. She blocked out everything but him, focusing on the dying man before her. Tell me, Charles. Do you want it to be me?

He's fading but he has to say what he needs to say. His hand reaches up weakly, trying to take hers as his mind does the same to her mind, trying to hold himself there. You could....stop this. Make a difference. Erik....would listen.... A cough catches him midsentence and he tries not to think about the heaviness in his chest.

Clearer, he thinks to her, You're the only one willing to listen right now. A touch of a smile crosses his face, even though his eyes have lost their fire. Rogue is new...she has guilt over a person she killed for her powers...Jean, she has so much promise...d-don't let her lose control... He starts mentally going through his students, tell her what she needs to know to teach them. Forcing himself to stay awake.

Emma smiled wryly before a noise escaped that was somewhere between a laugh and a sob. She really was the only one listening right then. She supposed he had no other choice. She leaned forward to kiss his forehead, still listening to everything he was projecting about his students. Still trying to work out how she would get Erik to listen. Charles' death was going to send him one of two directions. She made a vow to make sure it was the right one.

I wish things had been different. I wish I could have been one of the students you are so clearly proud of. The confession is soft, almost like a whisper against his mind. I'll take care of them, Charles... Of Erik. I promise.

The list of students is long and takes most of his energy to go through, but he makes it, weary and tired at the end of it. His body is only moving to breathe, it's his mind that is active as much as he can keep going. Charles doesn't keep Emma out this time, his mind is slowly growing weaker inside of hers and he mentally pulls her closer. Don't go... he pleads, knowing full well how hard it is to be in a mind that's dying. But he doesn't want to be alone. His memories are surfacing...

...pulling Erik from out of the bay...
...hearing the answers to questions at school from the minds of his teachers, realizing he's a telepath...
...kissing Moira...oh Moira, how he will miss her the most...

Emma held onto Charles, her grip tightening as she followed his mind and tried her best to hang on. I'm not going anywhere. You're not alone, Charles. Even as she felt the tears rolling down her cheeks she didn't pull away. She had never felt so vulnerable as now. It might have been Charles dying, but she could feel it. She was drowning it.

I'm here...

*sniffling* - ihearyouthink, 2011-08-09 01:49 am (UTC)(Expand)
*bawling* - stonecoldfrost, 2011-08-09 02:06 am (UTC)(Expand)
*blubbery wreck of a mun* - ihearyouthink, 2011-08-09 02:09 am (UTC)(Expand)

8 a million times in a row; opinions?

[What wasn't he destined to do with Emma? It was a question that sometimes kept him up at night. There was something inexorable in his life about Jean--and equally inexorable about Emma. In the end, he couldn't escape. It was absolutely fate.

What part of fate had him pouring another cup of coffee at this hour of the night while struggling with the impulse to go see her was unclear.

Ah crap... so many options. 3-ish? She was working for Shaw, Scott found out. Still love each other?

[No matter how many different ways she had apologised to Scott she was sure she'd lost him. She was sure the X-Men wouldn't take her back this time, even if they were supposed to be big on forgiveness.

And no matter how many different ways she'd tried to justify it to herself, there really was no way to excuse her betraying them for the Hellfire Club. All this time she'd been working as a spy for Shaw. She just hadn't counted on falling for Scott Summers so completely.

He was the reason she was still awake, still unable to sleep. Still feeling that sick twist in her gut she knew to be guilt. Something she had never let herself feel before.]

Sounds good. Silly them, not being able to have a functional relationship.

[Five cups. At this point, it was pushing actually causing damage to some internal organ. He couldn't remember what had originally compelled him to start drinking the coffee in the first place beyond a desire not to go to bed, not to go upstairs, not to walk past...

He poured out the rest of the cup. Maybe he could go for a walk. The night air would be refreshing, the darkness would be comforting, the exercise would do his body good.

It took a good minute to realize that his feet hadn't taken him outside at all. A good minute of standing at exactly the door he didn't want to stand at, hand half-way to the knob to let himself in.

Even if he could speak to her, what would he say?

It's what makes them tick... And makes it so much twisted fun.

[The thing about being a telepath was that rarely did anyone successfully sneak up on you. Emma was up and out of bed in seconds the moment she sensed Scott.

Her hand brushed over the door as she took a moment to savour his presence, and because she was actually scared to open the door. It was so silly. The White Queen afraid of a man. Afraid of rejection.

She finally opened the door, swallowing back a lump in her throat as she stared at oh so familiar ruby lenses.]

True that!

[Not being telepathic, not being fully cogent from the hour and the caffeine and the haze of emotions that had prompted his late-night vigil made the sudden movement of the door a little startling. Scott didn't so much jerk back as retract his hand, shifting his weight away from her.

His mind was racing with the things he wanted to say. Hurt, anger, need, confused piles of rage and happiness at seeing her face. His lips opened briefly, then pressed shut again.

He still didn't know what to say.

[Emma stood there watching him, her eyebrows drawing together in concern before she stepped to the side so that he could come in if he wanted. She wanted to reach out to him, to touch him... hug him, kiss him. Drop to his feet and grovel.

She would never admit to that last one, but for Scott she really would do anything to get him back. To have him trust her again.

Tears welled up in her eyes before she could stop them, and she ducked her head to try and hide them.]

[He wasn't used to her being fragile--not like this. As much as there was rage, pain, raw angry emotions bubbling like unchecked energy behind ruby, she was still Emma.

Still part of his life that couldn't get chopped out even if he tried.

So he took the step forward. It was an admission to move into her room, true, but also the only way to proceed. She shouldn't have to cry where others might walk by. He shouldn't attempt to say what he needed to say where others might easily hear.

The door was pulled softly shut behind him, hand staying on the knob, unable to reach to smooth her cheek.

I don't understand. [It bubbled out before he could stop the words.]

[Emma's eyes flicked up to him as she gave a grateful smile. She didn't exactly want anyone else seeing her like this either. Bad enough they hated her, were no doubt discussing kicking her out on her shapely ass. They didn't need more leverage over her.

The cold, sickly twist in her gut remained as she watched Scott. She didn't know what she'd expected if he ever could bring himself to be in the same room as her.

She wished she could skip over this conversation, over the awkwardness and get to the part where all was forgiven. But she knew this had to come first. She had to suffer for her betrayal.]

I'm sure there's some insipid metaphor that would be perfect for explaining, but quite frankly you deserve more than that. I just don't know that my answers will make it any easier to understand. Jean was your first love. You will always be linked to her. Just as I will always be linked to Sebastian. He's just not the most... moral of men. He's really quite good at blackmail. At knowing just how to manipulate me to get what he wants.

You have no idea how much I truly regret what I did. How much I wish I could go back and change things, change me. I started it before you brought out the best in me. I just didn't know how to stop.

[If he could understand it, he could live with it. He might never forgive it, but if he could live with it...

But he couldn't understand it. Her words weren't hitting his ears the way he needed them to for actual understanding. It felt far away--as far away as she was. So he simply stood, watching her, trying to pull something from her expression that he couldn't pull from her words.

It wasn't...

[Her only option? Necessary? Fate? Words tumbled in his mind, unwilling to rise to his tongue. There was no excuse. She could explain what she'd done, but she couldn't excuse it.

Maybe that was the problem.

Scott. Darling...

[Emma moved to drop down onto the stool by her dresser. If she stayed close to him she really was just going to breach the gap and touch him, and she only thought that would just make things worse. So she had to put distance between them. For now, at least.

She pulled down the hem of her slip, an act of modesty so at odds with her usual self. Another sign that this was eating her up more than anything had before. Cracks were finally appearing in her emotional armour, and all because of the man standing by the door.]

He would have gone after you. He knew... You were my blackmail. I would do anything to protect you, even if it meant betraying you. Betraying everyone here.

[She closed her eyes, using her telepathic ability to project the conversation with Sebastian. She never liked intruding on Scott's mind, whatever anyone else thought, but he had to see. She needed to keep trying to get him to understand.

Tears continued to roll down her cheeks as she relived the memory with him, Sebastian making no qualms about threatening Scott's life in exchange for Emma's "loyalty". The way he'd laughed and sneered at the fact that she had a soft spot for Cyclops. It had been true, though. Even before she'd come to the mansion it had been true.]

[The tangle of emotions was not getting any easier to parse. His hand on the doorknob tightened unconsciously, keeping him in place, not letting himself move forward toward her but not letting himself simply leave.

Her mind against his was not unfamiliar. It made his grip on the handle tighten slightly a second at the sensation... then tighten further as he actually forced himself to attend to the conversation she was sharing. The anger, the hurt wasn't draining away; at the same time, the pangs of sympathy, the confused emotion that might have been love was rushing back strong.

...this, though. [His voice wasn't its usual calm, strong timbre, instead cracking slightly at the edges of his words.] How is this... better, Emma?

[They were both alive, they were both in one piece, but standing closer than a few feet from one another was impossible.]

It's not better. I hate this. Part of me just thought if I forgot why I was really here then maybe he would to. Or maybe it'd turn out to be a bad dream. Not you. Not being here.

[She threw up her hands in frustration when there was too much to say and no way for her to distil her own thoughts. She thought about sending Scott another projection, but she doubted it would help. If she couldn't even make sense of it all, why would he?]

I just want to be able to make it up to you. To the team. I don't want this to be the end. It can't be the end.

Please don't let this be the end. [It was murmured quietly, almost like a plea.]

sorry for the lag! - slimshadesy, 2011-08-16 01:49 pm (UTC)(Expand)
<3! - slimshadesy, 2011-08-17 12:29 pm (UTC)(Expand)
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