bluecrawler (bluecrawler) wrote in marvel_my_way, @ 2010-09-27 02:20:00 |
|
|||
Current mood: | calm |
Entry tags: | bluecrawler, masterwyngarde, mr_creed, seneca99, x-never-again-x |
(Very) short moment of peace
Kurt put the pan with the scrambled eggs back on the stove and the fried sausages on a plate which he left on the kitchen counter. The healing speed in the zero gravity cell had left him hungry even after the big meal provided by Logan, as his metabolism wanted to make up for the excess calories burned.
It was a habit to prepare too much food when he was cooking (which, to be honest, didn’t happen too often), even if no one had asked him to. With so many X-Men around, he could be sure nothing would go to waste. Kurt carried his plate to the table and regarded his food – a small heap of eggs and bratwust. Enough to terrify any diet guru.
He folded his six fingers, leaning his chin on his knuckles. I hope Creed didn’t cause trouble, but I would have heard about it - or noticed the hole in the wall that Logan smashed him through. I wonder if Scott already discussed a strategy regarding Weapon X with him...
The teleporter lifted his head slightly and shook it, hoping to find peace for a moment in during this exciting day.
Saying grace all by himself might have seemed silly to other people, but Kurt found a certain calming quality in the well-known words, a children’s prayer he had known by heart for longer than he could remember and that he now said under his breath.
„Vater aller Gaben, alles, was wir haben, alle Frucht im weiten Land, ist Geschöpf in deiner Hand. Hilf, das nicht der Mund verzehret, ohne dass das Herz dich ehret, was uns deine Hand beschert. Amen.“*
(*“Father of all, everything we have, everything in the wide world, is in your hands. Help, that not the mouth eats without the heart praising you and what your hand gives us. Amen.”)