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I've Been Down With A Broken Heart

Who: Rogue, and you
When: Month of January
Where: On the station
What: Denial is a hell of a drug, and the hangovers are worse.
Warnings: CW for inevitable mentions of torture and murder.

The Devil Gave Me A Crooked Soul- girl talk with ka
Rogue went from the arena straight back to the station, stopping only to exchange a few gems for a large bottle of what she was told was alcoholic. Things had already been hard this month, with the Professor and Logan both gone, but finally recognizing Erik for who he was? That easily topped it.

She'd been so stupid- it was right there in front of her. Logan had made a few comments, the Professor had called Magneto Erik around her, but she hadn't wanted it to be true. Unfortunately she couldn't pretend anymore.

So she was just going to ignore her emotions for a little while. What better way to do it than with a drink?

Hoping against hope that Kelly Ann was in her room, Rogue made her way there, before knocking on the door a bit loudly. "Kelly Ann? It's Rogue- can I come in?" She was going to come in anyway, like it or not.

When He Gave Me Crooked Feet- general mopiness.
The next few days, Rogue is scarce. She keeps to her room, and when she's not there, she's in the gym. She's running laps, lifting weights, or her personal favorite: beating up a punching bag. She's been training long enough that she's confident in her ability at the gym, but she's been there a bit too much lately, pushing herself harder.

Logan, she hopes, would be proud.

But he's not even here, which makes this whole thing worse. There's no one from her time here, among their kind. Laura was from her future, Peter and Kurt her past. No one she could talk to who knew where she was coming from. She'd gone to Kelly Ann, sure, but that was mostly out of need for a drinking partner.

Apart from that, she won't bring the issue at hand to anyone's attention. It's none of their business, why she's so upset with Erik (Magneto, she reminds herself), and what happened to her. She'd had enough memory sharing for one life time here, and she didn't intend to do anymore.

But Gabriel Done Came To Me- meditation in the garden
Truthfully, the only reason right now that Rogue bothers to come to the garden is that she's got shin splints from all the running she's been doing. Which means it's time to take a few days off of cardio and lifting.

Meditation is something she'd been doing with the Professor, trying to get to the bottom of her powers, of her as a person. She'd never really come to enjoy it, but it was as good an excuse for a change of scenery as any. So Rogue takes to the garden, setting out a mat. She starts with yoga, first, before moving into the actual meditation bit.

Closing her eyes, she lays her gloved hands on her knees and sits cross-legged.

How people do this regularly, she has no freaking clue.

And Kissed Me In My Sleep- wild card!
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Rogue can't help it- she has to laugh at that, shaking her head so that her hair falls in front of her face. With a gloved hand, she pushes it back. "Oh, so he's still a terrorist. Good to know that hadn't changed." Seriously, the president?

There's an irony of talking to Kurt about assassinating the president, given how he'd first drawn their attention. He hadn't been able to control himself, someone made him do it. That was different. Erik purposefully set out to kill the president of his own will.

"He tries to do the same, in my time. This time, it was pretty much every leader of the free world." She gazes out beyond the grass. "and he used me to try to do it."

He sheepishly inclines his head, knowing full well he should have been expecting that sort of reaction, but hoping for something less abrasive. Nevertheless, Kurt sighs and re-lifts his head, knowing that there are going to be things he can't explain fully for her. If they're ever on speaking terms again, she'll have to ask Erik about his life before Apocalypse.

This Kurt has no clue about any assassination attempts on his part. Rogue's future is so different from his own; he isn't sure what else he can say to keep her unease at bay. The revelation of Magneto using her as a weapon, though ...

He straightens, reaches out past the point of no return, and gently grips her shoulder. Who cares about Erik's murder stuff when she's obviously bothered by something else? "I'm sorry that happened to you, Rogue."

She looks up at Kurt when he touches her shoulder. She's not used to people touching her of their own free will, but more people here seem able to do it than ever before. Eddie had no problem wrapping her in a huge hug, after all.

She nods. "Thank you. That... means a lot." Rogue swallows thickly. "He said he couldn't imagine doing that. That something must have happened- maybe he never got out of prison in my timeline until it was too late. There's so much missing. He's-" She looks down and sighs.

"The Erik I met here was great. He was kind, smart, handsome... But the man that kidnapped me and told me he was going to kill me? I don't know, Kurt. I really really don't."

A hug would have been his go-to, but Rogue was in a spot where that didn't seem appropriate at first. Now that they've taken the time to talk, to allow Kurt to figure out what's been really bothering her--

He shifts, easing himself a bit closer and wrapping his arm around her so he can grip the opposite shoulder in a sort of half-embrace. "Maybe he didn't? Either way, you're confused and it makes sense. In your world, he tried to kill you, then when you met him here ..." he trails off, assuming she can understand where he's going with that.

"I have no right to ask this, but give him a chance— let him show you that he really doesn't mean any harm and try to judge him for the person he is now, instead of the Magneto you know in the future." He gives a reassuring squeeze, "Get to know him as this Erik."

She smiles at the gentle contact. So Kurt was on the list of people who didn't mind touching her. It kept getting longer by the day, and it was kind of exciting.

Okay, it was really really exciting. She was touch starved, and that was a real thing.

"When I met him here he was a good friend, mentor- he was funny and welcoming- I know he and the Professor used to be best friends. And that makes it a little bit easier but..." So many people she knew from back home trusted him here.

He's also the same man that worked along side the X-Men, saving their jet from crashing into the ground. That helped them rescue the missing students at Alkalai Lake. That man had been noble and personable, even- and she hated to say this- funny.

She, Bobby, Scott and Logan had been the only ones that were frosty to him.

"But then I think about how he made such a stupid joke about my hair." On top of everything else.

With the revelation of Rogue not minding his hug, the teleporter's expression brightens, fangs peeking past the blue of his lips as she continues explaining her meeting with Erik.

"From the sounds of it — if it's okay for me to make this observation — you and Erik met on good terms. Enough so that ... you say you were friends? That's important to remember," he reminds her. "And that he's friends with Charles is also vital. I don't know the entirety of their friendship, but they're closer than I could imagine."

Had Kurt known about future Magneto helping out during a mission at Alkali, that'd give him even more of a reason to point out Erik's decency, even if it came far and in between after his own timeline.

He wrinkles his nose, sparing the white streak in Rogue hair a glance before tilting his head. "What's wrong with your hair? I think it looks nice!"

Except, if he knew what it'd come from, he might not feel as pleasantly about it.

See? This isn't helpful. And by that, it was far too helpful. Kurt was an intelligent man, always able to see things from a different perspective, sometimes quite literally- she remembers fondly how she and Bobby convinced him to eavesdrop on the adults.

It's good to be able to get to know him better here.

"Thanks- I mean, I like it, too. I used to be completely brunette- but it went white after Magneto pretty much killed me." She'd flatlined on the Statue, they'd all reckoned. Logan was the only reason she was alive. "He and Mystique made it into some stupid joke."

Eavesdropping sounds a whole lot like something this Kurt would do, even well into the years of adulthood, so he wouldn't be surprised to hear about his future self doing a thing like that.

"... okay, wow," he says, eyes rolling. "That was rather tasteless of them." Hopefully, the Erik and Raven he knows wouldn't make a joke like that.

Kurt withdraws his arm, raising both of them, palms upturned as he shrugs. "Well, for what it's worth, I'm sure your hair looks great either way. The white gives it some extra personality— like mine." He moves one hand, ruffles through the blue-tipped mess in his face. "I mean, it looked better before, but ... I'm in desperate need of a cut and re-dye."

Rogue nods, her jaw set. "They seemed to think it was funny." So did John, actually. But John Allerdyce had always been a jerk like that.

She smiles up at him again. "Thanks- I really kinda like it, too. It's... mysterious, I guess." She shakes her hair slightly. "It was really kinda boring before, truthfully." Limp brown hair that her mother had refused to let her do anything with.

"You know- I came home from camp once with a blue streak in my hair- my momma had a fit." And so had her father. The ensuing mess was not worth the momentary fun of having some blue hair. "But I think you pull it off so much better."

She looks over his hair, trying to see what he sees. "There's gotta be someone on here that's got some idea what they're doing with scissors."

"Death isn't a joke." It may only be for a minute, but his eyes narrow at the thought, head shaking like that will rid him of such things. Whoever Magneto and Mystique were in Rogue's world, they sound like quite a pair.

He focuses on her again, laughing quietly at the way she moves. "Having hair that's all one color can be boring sometimes, unless you have some eye-catching style. It fits for some people, though."

Head cocking to the side, Kurt raises a hand and takes the ends of the girl's hair between his fingers, thumbing over the strands while he tries to imagine the white being blue instead. "One plus to having family in the circus? Different colored hair isn't nearly the weirdest thing." He blinks at the compliment, cheeks flushing the slightest hint of violet. "You flatter me," he murmurs, withdrawing and returning the hand to his own dark locks.

"Perhaps? It'd be something to ask around about, especially because the length is getting to be a little much."

She swallows and looks right at him. "No, it's not."

But that's all they need to say about that. It's better to focus on something happier. He'd given her a lot to think about, with regards to Erik. So she watches with some apprehension as Kurt plays with one of her white streaks.

"No, I'm telling the truth! There're a couple of kids at the Institute that have naturally odd hair colors. It's pretty cool." She smiles. "I'd offer, but I'm not really great at manning scissors in these things." She glances down at her gloves so he gets the idea.

At least that's something they can agree on.

"They do?" He wonders if he's imagining it correctly. Like, do hair colors have anything to do with certain mutations? Jean has red hair and is a telepath, but Charles is a brunet. Peter's and Pietro's hair being silver and white (in that order) could be an indication of a speedster. Oh, but maybe the redheads have telekinesis! Who knows?

Kurt glances at the gloves, tips his head in consideration then looks back at Rogue. "Have you thought about trying it without them?"

Rogue nods. "Yeah- Noriko's got teal hair but I think she dyes it, Cecilly's hair is actually metal, kinda coppery, Megan's got bright pink hair, and Storm- who you'll meet-'s got white hair. Hell, Callie's got pink skin."

She's got no idea that Kurt and Storm's paths have crossed before. She wouldn't have mentioned her, honestly, if she weren't just trying to name all of those with weird hair. Storm was on her shit list at the moment, and would remain that way for some time, she was sure of it.

"Are you serious? And risk hurting someone? I'll pass."

"Wow, all these colorful mutants!" Regardless of hair or skin, he's always thrilled to find something in common with his brethren. Storm rings a bell, though. "Wait, Storm? As in ... Ororo Munroe?" Since he's met her in his homeworld and then on Thisavrou, which means he knows both his own weather-manipulator and Rogue's.

And if it's made clear to him that she doesn't want to talk about the other woman, he'll drop it there-- no harm done or anything.

"Because you'd be worried about touching them, yes?"

Rogue nods. "Yeah- Ororo." Storm had always been a wonderful, motherly figure for all those at the Institute. But Rogue could never forgive her for what she said to her at arguably one of her most vulnerable moments.

Not something to go into right now.

She nods. "Yeah. I wouldn't want to accidentally touch your neck or ear or scalp and hurt you."

"I know her," he confirms, although that's where he leaves it. Rogue hadn't mentioned anything else, so there wasn't quite a direction for it to go in, which seems for the best.

Kurt ruffles a hand through his hair again, lips somewhat lifted. "If it was something you were adamant about, I'm sure we could find a way to make things work."

Rogue is glad to let the matter of Ororo Munroe rest.

"I mean- I think it'd be fun, but between my powers and my lack of skills with a pair of scissors, I'd trust your tail more than me."

He snorts in response, lowering the hand to cup around his face. The laugh isn't at Rogue's expense; he'd imagined trying to maneuver scissors with his tail, which could only end in disaster.

"I'd never trust that thing with scissors. Too bad we don't have any way for you to practice while wearing gloves."

Rogue shakes her head, finally feeling fully relaxed for the first time since she came into the greenery.

"I know- oh well. Probably easier to find someone willing and able to cut it. There's got to be someone on this place."

Seeing her finally at ease makes Kurt slacken, a comfortable weight settling between them.

"Oh, I'm sure there is. Maybe we could make a network post about it? Or perhaps ... that's too ridiculous of an idea."

"I don't think it is. I'm sure someone's got the skills we need." She tosses her hair back over a shoulder.

He smiles at the reassurance, nods then inquisitively tips his head. "How are you feeling now?"

Rogue blinks her green eyes softly at the question. She takes a moment to scan herself, before nodding. "Better actually. Thanks a lot, Kurt."

A relieved breath passes his lips, the slope of his shoulders slackening completely now, tail flicking with enthusiasm. "You're welcome, Rogue. I'm always happy to help."

Rogue is glad to let the matter of Ororo Munroe rest.

"I mean- I think it'd be fun, but between my powers and my lack of skills with a pair of scissors, I'd trust your tail more than me."

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