Raven (raven_wagner) wrote in x_2012, @ 2011-01-18 16:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | destiny, mystique, nightcrawler |
Who: Mystique OT Destiny, Nightcrawler
What: A birthday dinner
When: Tuesday Evening
Where: Heidelberg Restaurant, Manhattan.
Kurt's birthday wasn't until the 24th, but Mystique thought he might prefer to spend the actual occasion with his friends instead of with his mother he hardly knew and her life partner. When he'd indicated a preference for German food, Mystique had smiled and quietly made reservations at the only really authentic German restaurant in Manhattan, in an area that had once been heavily populated by German migrants but now was home to more skyscrapers. Such was progress. Irene she'd saddled with picking out a gift. Raven had absolutely no idea what so ever to get her son who was more a stranger than family at this point. Something Irene seemed bound and determined to change. That, too, was progress.
Appearances were deceiving, at least for the humans running the establishment. Mystique had taken on the face she'd worn before the flare. Much before the flare. She had long considered herself at her healthiest when she'd been in her late twenties, early thirties. Not long before Irene disappeared, in fact. That had since become her default face when she was going out among humans and wanting to pass.
The two women had taken a cab to the posh restaurant, and Mystique had helped her friend out of the car and inside, the present for Kurt tucked under an arm.
The waitstaff had, at her request, decorated the table with balloons to go with the paper party hats she had in her bag. Juvenile? Perhaps. But something in her said that her son would appreciate the gesture.
As she helped Irene to her chair and then moved to sit beside her, she couldn't help but smile. No matter how serious the things going on in the world were, tonight she was a mother celebrating her son's birthday and had her best friend at her side. For her, for now, everything was right.