Title: The Envious Moon
Author: Victoria P. [victoria_p@...
Summary: "I lurk at the edge of their awareness, not yet glimpsed in
full. But my time is coming."
Disclaimer: All X-Men characters belong to Marvel and Fox; this piece of
fan-written fiction intends no infringement on any copyrights.
Archive: Lists, my site, anyone else who I've said yes to. Otherwise,
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Feedback: Makes me do the Dance of Joy [call me Numfar <g>].
Notes: Thanks to Dot, Meg, Jen, and Pete, especially Jen & Meg for the
quick turnaround. This is what happens when you're jacked up on smack -
er - caffeine, and you know you have to be up early, but you can't
sleep. So you starting thinking Logan and Shakespeare works his way in,
and then your mind, used to making strange connections, comes up with
U2, and thus a fic is born...
The Envious Moon
She's like the sun -- rich, fiery, beautiful. Red, gold and green,
bringing light and warmth wherever she goes. The whole world orbits
Scott and Logan circle, always in her wake. Scott glowers and Logan
smirks as she plays them off against each other, always in control,
aware of how far she can push before the delicate balance they've set up
comes tumbling down.
I hover, the shadow, the dark reflection of her glory. I watch, but am
rarely seen. I am beneath her notice now -- my problematic stage both
past and yet to come. Only Logan knows when I've been and gone, watching
their charade -- my scent gives me away, and I no longer try to hide it.
Scott and Logan circle me, as well, though for different reasons. They
think of themselves as my brothers, my keepers, my protectors; each
guarding me against the other's insidious influence. Guarding me against
my rightful place in their ménage -- the hidden corner that squares
She owns the days -- a queen of light -- but the night is my time. I
draw them to me like the tide. Logan knows now. I can see it in his eyes
when he comes to comfort me after one of our shared nightmares. When
night falls, he knows his place is at my side. He growls when Scott
arrives at my door to make sure I'm all right.
I've learned to take sleep when I can get it. The early morning and the
late afternoon hours are best -- the nightmares less frequent while the
sun warms the earth.
I spend my nights studying, learning, growing. I wax and wane, whereas
her mood is constant -- a given.
I lurk at the edge of their awareness, not yet glimpsed in full. But my
time is coming.
She can keep Scott, her handsome consort. Powered by the sun, he would
wither under my cold light, and I would hate to see his fire die.
But Logan is mine, to the depth of his being and the marrow of his metal
bones. He is the wolf that howls in the dark, worshiping at my glory.
Though I shine only through reflection, I exert my pull on him, and when
my hour is at hand, he'll come to me, as the tide comes to the shore.
I shall eclipse her in his life, and the envious moon shall rise and not
"Arise fair sun, and kill the envious moon." _Romeo & Juliet_, William
"You know the sun is sometimes eclipsed by the moon; you know I don't
see you when she walks in the room" - "The Fly" - U2
"There's nothing I won't do, but some things are gonna cost you extra."
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