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Drabbles of the Musical Sort FiveFaulkner/Tiras- An Unhealthy Obsession
"I can't believe it, my art was stolen again..." Tiras signed to the tall African-American girl beside her. "Seriously, who keeps tearing my stuff off the walls?"
"Maybe you have some sort of secret admirer?" The other girl- her name was Gina Hartley- signed back. She was deaf, Tiras was mute, so together they made a lot of noise with their fingers. Gina tipped her white knit hat up on her almond-brown face, her long giraffe lashes blinking as she looked down the hall. "Watch out, here comes euro-trash."
Tiras' eyes flickered over to the end of the hall; Faulkner was there, walking down to his locker, but she knew he was keeping one black-rimmed eye on her at all times, looking at her with those dark eyes that didn't hold any shimmer like any other kid's would, like it was washed out of his eyes years ago through some accident of mishap that he never bothered to get fixed.
Gina waved her goodbye as she moved on to her next period, and T
Drabbles of the Musical Sort- Extra 22nd Gen- Automatic Electronic Harmonics
"You know, I really ought to get you a pipe," Chantal inhaled deeply on her electronic cigarette, the water vapor drifting into her wind pipes as nicotine flooded her system. Beside her, Francis raised a brow as he released a puff of real tobacco smoke. His parents would half flay him alive if he knew of the hobby Chantal had shared with him, but hey, he was 18, old enough to do it legally.
Besides, he had more dangerous hobbies.
"Dude, a pipe would be the shit." Francis looked up at the other buildings towering above the rooftop they were standing on. Smoke curled around his young lips, giving his grey blue eyes an almost gem-like look. Chantal moved a brown curl out of her face, flicking off her asthma-safe nicotine dispenser.
"Anyways, wanna see your new outfit?" Chantal asked, opening the door behind her and entering her loft on the top floor. "I finished the final embellishments this morning, all that's left is the fitt
Drabbles of the Musical Sort- Extra 1XME- "And I'm Home"
Rachel was quiet the entire ride over to her old home. Usually the little redhead would be babbling on about this and that with a smug smile on her freckled face, but today was not a very happy day. She hardly spoke a word as she was told the objects and the house she had inherited the right to as she had turned 18 recently, mostly just nodding yes and signing a few papers.
By now, they were standing in the graveyard, looking at the polished granite headstones of Mr. and Mrs. Aberle. It was a hot August afternoon, but to Hannah, the lack of Rachel's ever-present vivacity made her heart feel cold. And here Rachel was, standing in front of her parent's grave, the coldest thing in the world right now.
"Hey, Hannah," the redhead suddenly spoke up, but didn't turn to her. "You know how it feels to drown?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah, kinda." Hannah nodded, watching her friend.
"You know, before my powers actually, you know, manifested, I almost drowned once," Rachel contin
Drabbles of the Musical Sort FourDoremus- "Somebody Told Me"
He was falling. At one moment he was looking outside the window at the cloudless sky above, the next glass was falling all around him like many tiny stars and he was hurtling to the ground below. It all felt really surreal to Remus, the instantaneousness of it all dulling his reaction to the impending doom.
There was a whizzing sound, and a green glove grabbing him by the shirt and pulled him up. He was dragged up and up before he was placed softly on a rooftop.
"I don't suppose you can see ghosts, can ya?" A voice called out, and the person who saved him floated down on a broomstick, her legs crossed and a confident smile on her lips. Black hair cascaded down her green-clad shoulders, though it had a small sheen like it was just a false wig. The mask was just enough to make her features vague, and her voice had that small hint of familiarity, but he couldn't place his finger on it.
"Ghosts?" he asked, and the witch smiled, giving a small chuckle.
Drabbles of the Musical Sort ThreeUltraball- "Butterfly on Your Right Shoulder"
"Okay, Tiras, you can do this, after all, you're still a girl those younger mutants looked up to, right? Just gotta be cool~" Tiras mumbled to herself as she walked the familiar steps to the X-Mansion. It had been a long while since she was last here- being an adult member of the X-Men meant for a lot of traveling- but it still made her feel small amongst it all.
There on her right was the door to the big living room, open for all to enter during this 'Early X-Reunion'. She peeked around the corner and-
"Oh no. He's hot." Tiras ducked her head out and quickly slid down to the floor. All of her exes seemed to just end up getting more attractive after they leave, and a certain Sam Gunthrie was no exception.
"Oh! Tiras! Long time no see!" A familiar pair of white ears were pricked up in her direction, though the face was speckled with more black than usual.
"Winston not so loud!!! Ssshhhh!!" Tiras quickly signed with her
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