FIC: Equilateral (X-Men)(for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fanaticalone)
Jun. 29th, 2006 09:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ficwizeTitle: Equilateral
Author:wizefics (Crossposted in this journal!)
Fandom: X-Men Movieverse
Rating: PG
Dedication: forfanaticalone at for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fic_on_demand
Request: Three at a Meal
Warnings: Set somewhere before X-2.
A/N: For June!Challenge Day 29!
They often took breakfast together, the three of them. They sat one on each side of the table, the fourth side left empty, and they made it work.
One was fire, burning fiercely. He was passion and life. He was temper and rashness. He was pride and confidence. He was fun and spontaneity. St. John Allyrdyce looked at Bobby and Rogue and felt as happy as he had ever felt. He was one side of their triangle.
Another was ice, shining brightly. He was considerate and compassion. He was detachment and calculation. He was reliability and coolness. He was compassion and stability. Robert Drake looked at John and Rogue and felt as happy as he had ever felt. He was one side of their triangle.
The last was everything and nothing. She could burn and freeze alternately. Through her, the other two were united and joined. Fire froze and ice burned. She brought them together. She kept them in tandem. She united them and she eventually drove them apart. Rogue sat at the table and looked at John and Bobby and felt as happy as she would ever feel. She was one side of their triangle.
None of them could have put their positions into words. They simply laughed and talked and carried on as teenagers do. They were children in unstable situations, learning to be adults in an unstable world. They taught each other things, both good and bad, that they each would need to get through the world they faced.
Years from now, when they each ate breakfast alone, they would look automatically for the other sides of the triangle. They wouldn’t think about what they were missing, but they would wonder why they didn’t feel the balance that marked their times together at Xavier’s.
Passion would go untempered by compassion. Calculation would lack the companionship of spontaneity. Life was not experienced in tandem. All were lonely.
Author:
wizefics (Crossposted in this journal!)Fandom: X-Men Movieverse
Rating: PG
Dedication: for
fanaticalone at for fic_on_demand Request: Three at a Meal
Warnings: Set somewhere before X-2.
A/N: For June!Challenge Day 29!
They often took breakfast together, the three of them. They sat one on each side of the table, the fourth side left empty, and they made it work.
One was fire, burning fiercely. He was passion and life. He was temper and rashness. He was pride and confidence. He was fun and spontaneity. St. John Allyrdyce looked at Bobby and Rogue and felt as happy as he had ever felt. He was one side of their triangle.
Another was ice, shining brightly. He was considerate and compassion. He was detachment and calculation. He was reliability and coolness. He was compassion and stability. Robert Drake looked at John and Rogue and felt as happy as he had ever felt. He was one side of their triangle.
The last was everything and nothing. She could burn and freeze alternately. Through her, the other two were united and joined. Fire froze and ice burned. She brought them together. She kept them in tandem. She united them and she eventually drove them apart. Rogue sat at the table and looked at John and Bobby and felt as happy as she would ever feel. She was one side of their triangle.
None of them could have put their positions into words. They simply laughed and talked and carried on as teenagers do. They were children in unstable situations, learning to be adults in an unstable world. They taught each other things, both good and bad, that they each would need to get through the world they faced.
Years from now, when they each ate breakfast alone, they would look automatically for the other sides of the triangle. They wouldn’t think about what they were missing, but they would wonder why they didn’t feel the balance that marked their times together at Xavier’s.
Passion would go untempered by compassion. Calculation would lack the companionship of spontaneity. Life was not experienced in tandem. All were lonely.
