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dorksidefikerTitle: Moving On
Author:dorksidefiker
Fandom: New X-Men
Table/Prompt: Table 7/13. Apology
Character/Pairing: Megan, Hisako, Cessily
Rating: PG
Word Count: 255
Summary: Hisako’s not so good at letting go and moving on.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Megan squirmed uncomfortably, well aware of Hisako’s glare coming at her from across the room. She looked up, turning to try and meet the other girl’s eyes. Hisako continued to glare as if she wanted to peel Megan’s skin off, and Megan looked away, her lower lip quivering. She didn’t like this. She’d always prided herself on being likeable, on being liked. And now Hisako hated her, and Megan had apologized so many times. But Hisako just kept saying how awful Megan was, and how much she hated her.
The chair next to Megan scraped the floor as it was pulled away from the table where Megan was brooding. Cessily dropped in to it, not looking at Megan as she folded her arms on the table. Megan looked at at her, watching the quicksilver girl, biting her lower lip to stop it from quivering.
“Okay, so I’m still kinda pissed,” Cessily said, threading her fingers together, “but even I think Hisako’s being kind of a bitch. And Vic won’t shut up about how X-Men get mind controlled all the time.”
Megan continued to look at Cessily, tears starting to sting her eyes before glomping on to the red head, clinging with octopus-like tenacity. Cessily wiggled a little, but she didn’t try to slip away.
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dorksidefikerFandom: New X-Men
Table/Prompt: Table 7/13. Apology
Character/Pairing: Megan, Hisako, Cessily
Rating: PG
Word Count: 255
Summary: Hisako’s not so good at letting go and moving on.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Megan squirmed uncomfortably, well aware of Hisako’s glare coming at her from across the room. She looked up, turning to try and meet the other girl’s eyes. Hisako continued to glare as if she wanted to peel Megan’s skin off, and Megan looked away, her lower lip quivering. She didn’t like this. She’d always prided herself on being likeable, on being liked. And now Hisako hated her, and Megan had apologized so many times. But Hisako just kept saying how awful Megan was, and how much she hated her.
The chair next to Megan scraped the floor as it was pulled away from the table where Megan was brooding. Cessily dropped in to it, not looking at Megan as she folded her arms on the table. Megan looked at at her, watching the quicksilver girl, biting her lower lip to stop it from quivering.
“Okay, so I’m still kinda pissed,” Cessily said, threading her fingers together, “but even I think Hisako’s being kind of a bitch. And Vic won’t shut up about how X-Men get mind controlled all the time.”
Megan continued to look at Cessily, tears starting to sting her eyes before glomping on to the red head, clinging with octopus-like tenacity. Cessily wiggled a little, but she didn’t try to slip away.