Demon in my view
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X-Men: (All Movies) › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
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2,178
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Demon in my view
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
- Excerpt from Alone by Edgar Allan Poe
Kurt POV:
We have talked so many nights of ourselves. Of growing up being known as Dämonkinder. Being verflucht and beaten and spat upon for something we had no control over.
We know each others deepest secrets, and greatest furcht. I look into his red on black eyes and see only Liebe, he looks at my misshappen hands and feet and my long flexible tail and sees only beauty. I know because he has told me I'm beautiful many, many times.
We hold each other as long as we can each time we come together, but it's not enough, never enough. we see each other so rarely, Him always on the run from the law, Me always traveling, first with the circus then with the X-men. But always our paths cross again.
The Dieb stole my heart so long ago that I sometimes wonder if there was ever a time when it wasn't in his possession.
He's the only one who calls me by my real name, I think I may be the only one who knows his real name.
"Kurt." he whispers against my skin.
And as he takes me in his mouth I think, blasphemisch, that this might be worth our being the verdammte creatures we are.
"Remy!"
Remy POV:
"Remy!"
I hear Him, calling my name like a prayer. Like I am god and He's a penitant sinner, such reverance et amour in one little word.
Mon Kurt est tellement très beau.
I think of all the jolis bibelots I've stolen for him. Trinkets I lie about and say I bought, because, though he believes we are damned, Kurt still worries about our immortal souls.
Our only argument was about God. I did not believe he existed, for who could do such a thing to someone as angélique as Kurt? Make him appear so fierce that he was tormented and his loving heart shattered? I love him as he is, but I sometimes wish he'd been born normal so that he would not have had to suffer as he did.
But as I hear mon Kurt saying my name again I cannot help but be glad that he is as he is, for I do not have to share him with any other.
I am a jealous gaurdian of my treasures and Kurt is the greatest of them.
He has mon coeur and I would not ask for it back for all the treasure in the world.
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As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
- Excerpt from Alone by Edgar Allan Poe
Kurt POV:
We have talked so many nights of ourselves. Of growing up being known as Dämonkinder. Being verflucht and beaten and spat upon for something we had no control over.
We know each others deepest secrets, and greatest furcht. I look into his red on black eyes and see only Liebe, he looks at my misshappen hands and feet and my long flexible tail and sees only beauty. I know because he has told me I'm beautiful many, many times.
We hold each other as long as we can each time we come together, but it's not enough, never enough. we see each other so rarely, Him always on the run from the law, Me always traveling, first with the circus then with the X-men. But always our paths cross again.
The Dieb stole my heart so long ago that I sometimes wonder if there was ever a time when it wasn't in his possession.
He's the only one who calls me by my real name, I think I may be the only one who knows his real name.
"Kurt." he whispers against my skin.
And as he takes me in his mouth I think, blasphemisch, that this might be worth our being the verdammte creatures we are.
"Remy!"
Remy POV:
"Remy!"
I hear Him, calling my name like a prayer. Like I am god and He's a penitant sinner, such reverance et amour in one little word.
Mon Kurt est tellement très beau.
I think of all the jolis bibelots I've stolen for him. Trinkets I lie about and say I bought, because, though he believes we are damned, Kurt still worries about our immortal souls.
Our only argument was about God. I did not believe he existed, for who could do such a thing to someone as angélique as Kurt? Make him appear so fierce that he was tormented and his loving heart shattered? I love him as he is, but I sometimes wish he'd been born normal so that he would not have had to suffer as he did.
But as I hear mon Kurt saying my name again I cannot help but be glad that he is as he is, for I do not have to share him with any other.
I am a jealous gaurdian of my treasures and Kurt is the greatest of them.
He has mon coeur and I would not ask for it back for all the treasure in the world.
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