[<3 Anytime you want to get these crazy kids together, count me in!]
Over the many years she'd had her powers, Rogue had easily absorbed hundreds of people in the course of borrowing powers, gathering information, and taking down enemies. She was used to the feeling of siphoning someone else into her mind, of feeling the spark of their life ease into her. But Scott still took her by surprise. The sheer strength of his emotions, the clarity of his thoughts, the force of his energy, all of it rushed into her like an ocean wave crashing onto rocks.
Three seconds. That was all, just three short seconds of contact before she was pulling away with a gasp, falling backwards from her kneeling position and edging away from Scott until she hit furniture, as if the physical distance would put distance between their minds as well. Her eyes burned as his power flooded into her and she squeezed them shut before any damage could be done.
He was so damn strong.
"Lord, Scott, you pack a hell of a punch." Had it been that way with Jean and Charles, with the other telepaths he'd dealt with? Had it been different for them because they were outside his mind looking in, whereas she'd assimilated part of him into herself?
She wanted to say more, to explain what had happened and that she was alright, but then the memories were sorting themselves out, the emotions floating to the surface, and she couldn't speak as her throat tightened and she began to cry. It was overwhelming, the firm believe he held in her, his anger and grief from the war they were fighting. Everything bubbled up around her and for a moment, she feared she might drown in it.
Rogue pulled her knees up to her chest and curled inward, hiding behind a curtain of dark hair shot with white as she struggled to pull herself together.
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Over the many years she'd had her powers, Rogue had easily absorbed hundreds of people in the course of borrowing powers, gathering information, and taking down enemies. She was used to the feeling of siphoning someone else into her mind, of feeling the spark of their life ease into her. But Scott still took her by surprise. The sheer strength of his emotions, the clarity of his thoughts, the force of his energy, all of it rushed into her like an ocean wave crashing onto rocks.
Three seconds. That was all, just three short seconds of contact before she was pulling away with a gasp, falling backwards from her kneeling position and edging away from Scott until she hit furniture, as if the physical distance would put distance between their minds as well. Her eyes burned as his power flooded into her and she squeezed them shut before any damage could be done.
He was so damn strong.
"Lord, Scott, you pack a hell of a punch." Had it been that way with Jean and Charles, with the other telepaths he'd dealt with? Had it been different for them because they were outside his mind looking in, whereas she'd assimilated part of him into herself?
She wanted to say more, to explain what had happened and that she was alright, but then the memories were sorting themselves out, the emotions floating to the surface, and she couldn't speak as her throat tightened and she began to cry. It was overwhelming, the firm believe he held in her, his anger and grief from the war they were fighting. Everything bubbled up around her and for a moment, she feared she might drown in it.
Rogue pulled her knees up to her chest and curled inward, hiding behind a curtain of dark hair shot with white as she struggled to pull herself together.