bakerstreet | The Meet And Greet Meme For Characters

The Meet And Greet Meme For Characters

The Meet and Greet Meme
For Characters
This is the IC version of the The Role Call Meme

[The Rules]

1. Find the thread for the canons/fandoms of your character. If you don't see one, make one!

2. Post with all of your character accounts. Yes, all of them. Throwing in your entire musebox is totally fine in this meme. (Please write down the name and canon/fandom of the character in the subject line, and also if they're canon, AU, crossover or OC, etc.)

3. AU characters are totally OK. Crossover/fusion characters may post at all the fandoms/canons their crossover/fusion is derived from. Fandom OCs may post at their fandom/canon's thread. Original Story/Universe OCs will have their own thread.

4. Tag around all over the place - Canonmates, non-canonmates, everything is OK!

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[His words resonate with her, even if they scare her a little as well. A part of her wonders just what happened to make her so dark. At the current moment in time, she didn't want humans taken down. Not all of them. She knows the job that she has to do with certain humans. She doesn't hold the same dreams as Charles, even if there is a small part of her that wishes they all could get along. While she wished for it, she also knew that she couldn't stay on her brother's side and live.]

Thank you. [Her head tilted to the side, raising an eyebrow at him.] It's a start. If you're brotherhood, I'd always save your life. Mutants have to stick together. Mutant and proud. [She realizes that what he's saying is true. It makes her feel funny to think about it. She still has trouble believing who to trust and that people could care, burned by too many before.]

You're pretty cute yourself.

[No matter how arrogant he may be, he still does a massive inner fistpump at having Mystique call him cute. Alright, there are better words that could be used - hot, sexy, even handsome would work - but it's a start. He can deal with the differences in her if it means she's off the pedestal of Magneto's untouchable second-in-command and more attainable.]

Mutant and proud. [Repeated with a little smirk as he moves closer to her again, making up for his gaffe with the hands by reaching out to brush his fingers over the scales on her shoulder. He doesn't know what he expected them to feel like, or how he thought he'd react to it, but the shiver that dances up his spine is once again completely pleasant. It's a very good kind of different, that texture.]

My turn again. Anything else you wanna know?

[Her eyes close and her lips turn up in a smile, shivering at his touch. She doesn't bother trying to hide that she enjoys it. Her whole body leans ever so slightly in his direction, before pulling back again. Nobody other than Erik has ever touched her like that, not that wasn't a mission.]

I... I should ask. I have things I want to know, but... Knowing too much about the future can be bad. Things should change on their own. That's what Charles would say, probably. [Her eyes open and she gazes up at him. She has so many questions, but she's not sure what to ask first or if she even should. Her smile widens as she gazes into his eyes, finding them very beautiful. She doesn't miss the way he's looking at her, something that she rarely sees.]

What's it like? Being able to control fire. Most of my skills are defensive, not offensive. [She reaches down, taking her hand in hers once more.] To be able to throw the flame. Does it take practice or come naturally? You... Your skin doesn't even feel warm.

[Ah, he likes this line of questioning. His pyrokinesis is his greatest pride, and having it framed in such an admiring way actually makes him come out of his sullen teenage slouch and stand tall (as tall as he can at just over 5'7), preening like a peacock.]

It doesn't come from my body. It's not like cryokinesis, where you're basically an ice cube waiting to happen all the time. [His delicate way of acknowledging that one huge weakness in his mutation - the inability to create fire from thin air - and of course Bobby is his counterexample. Fucking Bobby being able to freeze flame.] It's all in the mind. I can sense the heat in everything, how much it'll take to catch fire, and all I need's an ember to make it happen. I lit a guy's sleeve on fire with his own smoke.

[And oh, he looks so proud of that.]

They all take practice, though. Get me pissed off enough when I started and every smoke and candle on the block would explode. You've gotta sacrifice some power for control if you're going to be useful. [He can't resist showing off again, though, releasing her hand just long enough to pull out his lighter and create a glove of fire around his hand. On his hand, clearly touching the skin.] Not that I'll ever hurt myself with it.

[She watches in awe, not bothering to hide it. It's amazing what he can do.] Cryokinesis would bother me. Wouldn't it bother you? Always afraid you're going to just burst into flame? You could never get close to someone.

[Her voice trails off and she reaches out, her fingers so close to his hand but not burning herself. She can feel the warmth, her eyes widening. If they are as close as he says, she hopes he never does hurt himself. She feels like she would miss him. Pulling her hand back, she looks up at him with a warm smile. It really is amazing.]

That's beautiful. You're beautiful.

My - [It's still automatic, that language of ownership: his dormmate, his first friend, and for a time, his best friend. But not quite his enemy yet, so now that language has to go.] - one of the guys I knew at school, he was cryokinetic. Same thing, just learning enough control that you're not freezing the pipes solid every time you take a piss. You don't switch hair colour when you sneeze, right? They're not that different.

[When he sees her reaching for his flame, obviously entranced, the extreme arrogance in his expression softens into something more awestruck. It was one thing for Magneto to see his mutation and call him a god among insects - almost too bombastic to be believed, but the sentiment behind it so rare and powerful that it infused him with its power and changed the entire course of his life - but having Mystique call him and his fire beautiful almost has the reverse effect. He feels bizarrely humbled, which is even rarer for him.

Once again, he curls his hand into a fist to put out the flame, then reaches for her cheek - it's the same kind of touch as on her shoulder, light and exploratory, but with a different intensity behind it. He's not flirting for power this time, but trying to express a real feeling of connection for which his life hasn't given him any kind of spoken language.]

[She smiles, nodding her head in agreement. He's right, of course. So easily she could shift and ruin everything. It had taken years of practice and control for her. Smiling slightly, she looked back and forth between his hand and his eyes.] Do you set buildings on fire when you piss? [She chuckled, teasing him gently.

She shivers, leaning into his hand, her eyes closing again. It's not like anything she's ever felt before. Even Erik was different than him. He was beautiful. A part of her felt like he didn't know it, realizing what a tragedy that was. Turning her face to his hand, she lightly pressed a kiss to his palm. Her lips lingered a minute before gazing up at him once more.]

Man, if I could piss fire, that'd be the first thing I showed off.

[Okay, yes, he can be a bit crude. A lot crude, when the moment seems to call for it. But this moment doesn't, especially not when he feels her lips on his palm and sucks in a sharp, startled breath. This is happening. This is Mystique, and it's seriously happening. All of the ego in the world couldn't prepare him for this.

With her looking at him like that, there's no way the tension between them is remaining mere tension, not when he's been encouraged to take it further and his reckless nature is driving him full speed ahead. He moves his hand to the back of her head, fingers tangling in her brilliantly red hair, and presses his lips to hers with an urgency that surprises even himself. He knew he respected Mystique, knew that he'd pretty much never seen anyone hotter, but desiring her was so far off the table that it never even occurred to him.

He's starting to get the picture now. And god, will this make his next meeting with the current Mystique awkward.]

[She smirks at his comment, but doesn't reply to it. She's amused by it, but then quickly distracted by what happens next. She gazes up at him, her eyes full of different things. She may appear like a teenager, but she's seen way too much. Which is why she has no problem letting someone touch her. Especially him.

Her eyes close as she meets his kiss with hunger, her arms winding easily around his waist. She takes him with vigor, gripping his his with her hands. The urgency is a surprise to her, but a welcome one nonetheless. She wonders if he ever held a crush on her before.

One leg lifts, wrapping around his waist as she pulls him to her. If he wants it, she's not going to be the one who says no. One hand slips up to the back of his neck, keeping him close as she kissed him.

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