And We Danced (Masquerade Overflow!)

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could be worse, could had been forever and TWO days.

[only_skin_deep]

[Her eyes widened at first, not expecting that type of reaction from him since she wouldn't had gotten it from her own Kurt. Rogue, yes, but not Kurt. It shocked her, rocked her out of her anger for a moment before it switched to rage over the fact Erik was around to the fact he was talking to her like this. Her eyes returning to their natural color as the muscles in her cheek twitched, her hand tightened into a fist at her side, only barely resisting from pulling the hidden handgun she had on her person. Instead she stayed standing tall, eyes locked on his, as if challenging him to make the first move, her anger gone so far beyond the need to yell that her voice dropped low. Dangerously low and soft. For most it would seem she had calmed down.

It couldn't be furthest from the truth.] Do not, ever, speak to me like that again. Crawl back to that bastard and keep licking his boots then, but you will not take that tone with me again. Are we clear?

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[ecclesiophobic]

[Fuck. He's heard that tone before; usually accompanied by a spray of blood from whomever had dared to lay a hand on him. Never directed at him, and his first visceral reaction is to run, his legs tensing to facilitate that. But Kurt swore to himself, after the first time he'd seen his own mother kill someone and couldn't be around her, that he'd never run from Raven again. Any Raven, and this is so less horrific than slaughtering a church full of people.]

If you don't want me to speak to you like that, then don't yell at me. [Again he's matching her for volume, though not the implied threat in her voice.] I don't know how you raised your children, but my mother would come out of her grave and shoot me herself for letting anyone talk to me like that. Not you, not Erik, not even fucking Victor.

[only_skin_deep]

[Her sharp gaze stayed locked onto him as he spoke, as if looking for even the slightest movement that might give her an excuse to strike, almost like a snake coiled and ready to attack. Yet as he spoke, as he chose to speak rather than yell, Mystique let her muscles relax beyond the point of being loose enough to move quickly, but to that of a more subdued form, no longer on guard. Letting her breath out in a long exhale from her nose, her expression turned to more of one of annoyance mixed with disbelief and she finally broke eye contact to give a shake of her head and a breathy 'ha'.]

No, you don't know, [A note of harshness still there, but not to the level of rage as it had been before, more bitter, more cold.] But I understand what you mean. [Returning her golden eyes back to him, she felt a need to snarl at the topic that had started this all, that Erik, an Erik was here and under her nose the entire time.] And I don't expect you to understand why I hate that man.