X-Men: Drabble
Sep. 20th, 2011 10:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
labingiTitle: "Paint Job"
Fandom: X-Men (movieverse)
Length: about 180 words
Ratings/Warnings: PG for angst
Characters: Erik, Raven
Summary: How come Erik's helmet is a different color from Shaw's?
"Paint Job"
Raven found Erik out in the driveway, applying masking tape to the rim of his helmet.
She sat on the concrete beside him. "What are you doing?"
"I'm going to paint it," he said without looking up. He'd already spread out newspapers.
Raven tried to suppress a smile. "You better be careful. It would be a shame if the paint screwed up how it works."
He gave her an unamused look, then went back to his taping.
"What color are you going to paint it?"
"Red."
"And you're doing this--why? So it won't look as silly?"
"I don't care if it looks silly." As if to illustrate the point, he held up the dull gray and brown-taped object for inspection.
"Well, that's good to hear," laughed Raven, "because, whatever color it is, it's still--"
"I'm doing it to remember the blood."
He got up, and she sat still while he fetched a can of spray paint from the garage. When he sat back down, she held out of her hand.
"Can I paint it for you?" she asked.
Fandom: X-Men (movieverse)
Length: about 180 words
Ratings/Warnings: PG for angst
Characters: Erik, Raven
Summary: How come Erik's helmet is a different color from Shaw's?
"Paint Job"
Raven found Erik out in the driveway, applying masking tape to the rim of his helmet.
She sat on the concrete beside him. "What are you doing?"
"I'm going to paint it," he said without looking up. He'd already spread out newspapers.
Raven tried to suppress a smile. "You better be careful. It would be a shame if the paint screwed up how it works."
He gave her an unamused look, then went back to his taping.
"What color are you going to paint it?"
"Red."
"And you're doing this--why? So it won't look as silly?"
"I don't care if it looks silly." As if to illustrate the point, he held up the dull gray and brown-taped object for inspection.
"Well, that's good to hear," laughed Raven, "because, whatever color it is, it's still--"
"I'm doing it to remember the blood."
He got up, and she sat still while he fetched a can of spray paint from the garage. When he sat back down, she held out of her hand.
"Can I paint it for you?" she asked.
