Marie focused on dulling the pull of her skin, dampening her body’s desire to consume anything it came in contact with. That was the thing she hated about her mutation. Take, take, take. It felt selfish. She wished she had a mutation that was more suited to helping than hurting. Like if she could give away her own life force with a touch, rather than just steal others’.
Post-X3. A little angst and a lot fluff. Nothing especially original or well-written here, to be honest, but hopefully a fun little read.
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