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Because de Te, X-Men movieverse,

No one ever had to teach her how to take.

That's something ol' Rave never understood. Raven, Mystique, the Honorable Gentleman with the bluest, scaliest dick ever to swing on the Senate floor...

Marie sniggers to herself, an ugly little sound with too many accents narrowing out to nothing and steps over the trash in the alley. Adjusts her too-expensive-for-this-neighborhood cloak and licks her fingertip for the...

Charge. Frisson. Dregs. Zap.

Whatever.

Every voice has a different word for that extra-special-good *thing* on top of the simple human sweat and dirt, the taste of her own skin. Had a different word.

They fade; she remembers or doesn't.

Te tiene el don de destruir personajes que quiero de manera que me tumba y se lo agradezco.