Slave Name : Raven Darkholme | Codename : Mystique (bluesteelbitch) wrote in thedivide, @ 2010-01-20 17:11:00 |
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Current mood: | mischievous |
Entry tags: | 2007, bobby drake/iceman, closed, new york, october, private, raven darkholme/mystique, rp, westchester, xavier mansion |
Play it again, Sam. [[CLOSED]]
WHO: Raven Darkholme/Mystique
OPEN TO: Robert Drake/Iceman
WHEN: October 20th, Afternoon
WHERE: The Xavier Institute/Robert's room
WHAT: Mystique wants her daughter. She wants Robert. She wants to screw with people's minds. She wants it all, but can she get it?
Jean Grey was a beautiful woman to be, to inhabit, to walk around with long, lean legs and fiery red hair.
Not that there was anything wrong with her own naturally red hair, but this was a different shade she'd always liked. However, Mystique didn't need to dye her hair. Just a simple thought and she'd be a blonde. A brunette. A raven-haired mistress of the night. Or, as the two boys two days earlier had seen, a girl with bright blue hair.
She smirked. Anyone. That was who she could be...when she wanted to be. And none would be the wiser.
Not even Emma herself had been able to invade her mind and figure out Foxx was not a simple mutant girl with the power of a hurricane when it came to fighting her daughter's shithead boyfriend. Ah, Gambit. She still held a brief bit of resentment for him for not taking her as Foxx and letting her brag about it in class. Or make a subtle joke. Or to be able to wrap her arms around him while Anna could do no such thing.
It's not cheating...
It wasn't hard to worm her way in, up the stairs, and find the room she knew the one who had once claimed to care about her was in. Not hard at all. She didn't even bother to knock on the door—she simply turned the knob and stuck her head in.
"Robert? It's Jean. I need to talk to you about something. Are you decent?"