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dorksidefikerTitle: Exile
Author:fullmetal_cute
Fandom: X-Men
Table/Prompt: Table 3/44. Exile
Character/Pairing: Nezhno, Megan, Ororo
Rating: PG
Word Count: 351
Summary: He knows that he will not return to Wakanda again.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Nezhno Abidemi looked at the single duffle bag at his feet, the sum total of his worldly possessions, and felt the crushing weight of quiet despair falling on him. He raised his eyes to look around the tarmac, and found that he was still alone, save for his King, Queen, and a few of the Royal Guard. Only the Queen looked on him with any sympathy; T’Challa was clearly distracted by some other matter, and to the guards he was just another piece of outsider trash to be tossed out of Wakanda so that it might be kept clean and pure.
Before being escorted here, his King hand tried to tell him that Wakanda would always be his home. Nezhno knew better. The world may see him as Wakandan, but the Wakandans would never see anything in him but his Russian father.
He would not set foot on his native soil again.
If not for the shadow that suddenly loomed above, Nezhno would never have noticed the Blackbird coming in for a landing. It barely even stirred the air as it came down. He was aware of his queen’s hand coming to rest on his shoulder, though he couldn’t feel it there. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, my Queen.”
The ramp came down, and before he could ascend, Nezhno found himself tackled by a high speed Pixie. “Mr. Summers is teaching me how to fly the Blackbird and he let me come and get you! Santo wanted to come too but he was being a jerk so we left him behind. I’m so glad you’re coming home, Nezhno!”
Nezhno looked down at the girl clutching his middle and found that a smile was trying to creep it’s way across his face. “I am glad to see you too,” he said, trying to disengage the girl. “Now let me go so we can leave.”
Author:
fullmetal_cuteFandom: X-Men
Table/Prompt: Table 3/44. Exile
Character/Pairing: Nezhno, Megan, Ororo
Rating: PG
Word Count: 351
Summary: He knows that he will not return to Wakanda again.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Nezhno Abidemi looked at the single duffle bag at his feet, the sum total of his worldly possessions, and felt the crushing weight of quiet despair falling on him. He raised his eyes to look around the tarmac, and found that he was still alone, save for his King, Queen, and a few of the Royal Guard. Only the Queen looked on him with any sympathy; T’Challa was clearly distracted by some other matter, and to the guards he was just another piece of outsider trash to be tossed out of Wakanda so that it might be kept clean and pure.
Before being escorted here, his King hand tried to tell him that Wakanda would always be his home. Nezhno knew better. The world may see him as Wakandan, but the Wakandans would never see anything in him but his Russian father.
He would not set foot on his native soil again.
If not for the shadow that suddenly loomed above, Nezhno would never have noticed the Blackbird coming in for a landing. It barely even stirred the air as it came down. He was aware of his queen’s hand coming to rest on his shoulder, though he couldn’t feel it there. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, my Queen.”
The ramp came down, and before he could ascend, Nezhno found himself tackled by a high speed Pixie. “Mr. Summers is teaching me how to fly the Blackbird and he let me come and get you! Santo wanted to come too but he was being a jerk so we left him behind. I’m so glad you’re coming home, Nezhno!”
Nezhno looked down at the girl clutching his middle and found that a smile was trying to creep it’s way across his face. “I am glad to see you too,” he said, trying to disengage the girl. “Now let me go so we can leave.”