I see Rainbows...

[mutant-science.livejournal.com]

Louis Armstrong croons in a scratchy recording over the antique speakers. The old turntable is an oddity amid the menagerie of mad science technology that clutters the room.

A cyborg cat moves like a spider across the ceiling with it's extra limbs as it stalks a fly buzzing around the overhead lights.


"Mittens, you're gonna break the lamp again." The Maker chides his pet. He really needs to upgrade the cat's logic routines.

A vacuum attachment on his hand busies itself with cleaning up the errant feathers on the floor. Warren really thrashed around at first during the procedure. The Maker felt a sense of happy satisfaction knowing that his new friend would never know doubt or fear again. A wave of sublime contentment washed over him as he considered his accomplishment. The Summers family needed good men like him.

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[red-telepath.livejournal.com]

This time she doesn't censor the glare he gets. Their little pets are only allowed so much leash, so many liberties, and he just pushed it. It doesn't hurt that she needs to really test the triggers the Maker put in place, so she doesn't hold back...much.

Telekinetic fingers wrap themselves around his throat and begin to squeeze. They aren't cutting off his air way yet, but the threat is there.

"Mind your manners."

Now let's see what he does.

[warrenworthaton.livejournal.com]

The conflict is there in his eyes - knowing what the logical response to being threatened is... but at the moment he should fear losing his life... his eyes roll back in his head, and he feels nearly euphoric. His hands sliding down over his own shirtless torso, as his tongue curls over his teeth.

He doesn't understand... but he doesn't try to stop it, either.

[red-telepath.livejournal.com]

She gets herself out from off of his wing to move in front of him. She wants to see his reaction. One look at him and she taps into his mind so she can know that as well.

Did you like that, my Angel?

Her voice is put directly into his mind as the telekinetic fingers release his neck.

[warrenworthaton.livejournal.com]

He falters a bit once he's released, gasping for breath for a moment, looking down at his own hands.

He doesn't verbalize a response... but his thoughts will make it plain.

He did enjoy it... and he has no idea why.

[red-telepath.livejournal.com]

Confusion is perfect for what she wants...what Xavier wants. It's clay to be molded now.

She steps closer to him, almost but not quite invading his personal space, and grins up at him. What is there in her eyes would be more appropriate on a preditor spotting its prey.

It's only a small example of the things I can do. Just think...no more fear.

[warrenworthaton.livejournal.com]

She should make him nervous. He actually kinda wants to be nervous, but he's not.

The sight of the Maker, though, broken down and slumped in a chair, though... it gives him hope... and he allows himself to run with how he feels. She's rescuing him from the monster.

Fear's a nuisance, anyway.

[red-telepath.livejournal.com]

She followed his eyes and his thoughts towards the Maker and smirks. A few ideas are coming to her on how she could use Worthington. Xavier might just let her have him once she explains her reasoning.

I am much more dangerous than he is, but that danger could be on your side. If you play nice. If not...

A telekinetic slash flashes across his bare chest. Not even enough to scar, but enough to get her point across.

Understand?

[warrenworthaton.livejournal.com]

His lower lip quivers the moment of pain, and he has to take a steadying breath.

No reason not to be nice to you, baby...

[red-telepath.livejournal.com]

Then we understand each other.

She closes the small distance between them, tracing the small trickle of blood on his chest with two fingertips.

"Good."

[warrenworthaton.livejournal.com]

It hurts.

It's hot.

He's a freak. He should be worried. He wasn't a freak before.

He's not.

"Not quite. I don't know what we're playing yet."

[red-telepath.livejournal.com]

Her hand flattens against his chest, moving slowly upwards. Her eyes watch its progress.

"Master and servant. It's an easy enough game, and I just gave you the basic rules. Follow them and it can be quite enjoyable."

[warrenworthaton.livejournal.com]

He's watching her eyes.

At least pain is still pain... and he knows to avoid that...

Although he's tempted to stop minding his manners - she's threatening, but threats only give him a charge now. Some logical remnant in his brain knows that he can't push her too far, though. Servants are a dime a dozen.

Still... the smile isn't going anywhere.

The wings curl around her, but don't touch her just yet.

"At your service, my dear."

[red-telepath.livejournal.com]

Her eyes lift to lock with his, searching him for a moment before she grins.

"Good."

Her hand slips behind his neck and pulls his head down for her to take a kiss from him. There is nothing giving about it.

[warrenworthaton.livejournal.com]

That gives him a charge, and his hands instinctively move to her waist, happy at the moment to give her everything she can take from him.

And he certainly knows what he's doing.