the limitations of wax as an adhesive
So I started this the HOUR I got out of X-Men Apocalypse and then I got busy and it sat mostly-finished in my documents for like a month and a half and then I finished it and now it’s sat COMPLETELY finished in my documents for about two and a half weeks. But I finally got around to posting it. Warnings for…standard X-Men-level violence, body horror, social prejudice, and general jackassery, and also for rampant abuse of parentheticals. Crossposted to AO3 here.
So this is how it starts.
He comes around and the first thing he realizes is that his head is clear, really clear, for the first time in…a while. Might be days. Might be weeks. Good fucking job, he tells himself while he’s still working up the courage to move. Stranger danger, dumbass. Especially when the strangers in question are blue and pop out of mysterious purple bubbles, apparently. To give himself due credit, he’s pretty sure he tried to leave the blue stranger in the dust—the guy’s name is elusive, something ancient, something translated roughly as ‘Apocalypse,’ and isn’t that just menacing as hell.
