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vocab_drabblesTitle: Just As They Were
Fandom: X-Men/Generation X
Author: Apache Firecat
Rating: G/K
Word Count: 400
Characters/Pairings: Nightcrawler, Chamber
Warnings: Christian Views
Summary: God doesn't make freaks.
Amber eyes looked down from the ceiling in the new Worship Room that had just recently been built into the newest version of Xavier's School For Gifted Children. Nightcrawler mused to himself as he watched the leather-clad Brit slip quietly into the worship area and take a seat along the first pew. He was not exactly the first student that he would have expected to make use of the new room, but then, he knew all too well that appearances could be deceiving and had absolutely nothing to do with one's religious views.
He crawled silently down from the ceiling and hopped into one of the pews towards the back. All the kids, and adults too, would be welcomed here, regardless of their religion. He was not there to scold them or attempt to edify their conduct. That was not the kind of Priest he was nor wanted to be. But should they need him, he would be there.
He silently slipped from row to row until he sat not too far from Jono. The Brit did not open his eyes nor show any sign that he was aware of his presence. Kurt felt a deeper understanding from the boy. He knew he was there, and he knew he was there to help. He sat patiently on the pew, knowing the lad would reach out when he was ready and not a moment before. Anything else would make him flee.
Kurt waited with the patience that only a fellow "freak" could have. The spaded tip of his tail gave a single twitch as he considered the situation. Nearly any other Priest or church-goer would flee from either of them, the boy without a mouth and the blue-furred Demon, but they could become great friends as they already were, just as the Lord accepted them.
Kurt knew God did not make freaks or mistakes, but it had taken him years to learn and accept that fact. It was part of the reason why he talked the Professor and both the headmasters of the new school, including the formerly "evil" White Queen, into allowing him to come to their children. The kids needed guidance in all areas, and he'd be the first, and perhaps even the easiest, to teach them that, despite what other Christians might say, God accepted all and they were all made in His image, just as they were.
The End
Fandom: X-Men/Generation X
Author: Apache Firecat
Rating: G/K
Word Count: 400
Characters/Pairings: Nightcrawler, Chamber
Warnings: Christian Views
Summary: God doesn't make freaks.
Amber eyes looked down from the ceiling in the new Worship Room that had just recently been built into the newest version of Xavier's School For Gifted Children. Nightcrawler mused to himself as he watched the leather-clad Brit slip quietly into the worship area and take a seat along the first pew. He was not exactly the first student that he would have expected to make use of the new room, but then, he knew all too well that appearances could be deceiving and had absolutely nothing to do with one's religious views.
He crawled silently down from the ceiling and hopped into one of the pews towards the back. All the kids, and adults too, would be welcomed here, regardless of their religion. He was not there to scold them or attempt to edify their conduct. That was not the kind of Priest he was nor wanted to be. But should they need him, he would be there.
He silently slipped from row to row until he sat not too far from Jono. The Brit did not open his eyes nor show any sign that he was aware of his presence. Kurt felt a deeper understanding from the boy. He knew he was there, and he knew he was there to help. He sat patiently on the pew, knowing the lad would reach out when he was ready and not a moment before. Anything else would make him flee.
Kurt waited with the patience that only a fellow "freak" could have. The spaded tip of his tail gave a single twitch as he considered the situation. Nearly any other Priest or church-goer would flee from either of them, the boy without a mouth and the blue-furred Demon, but they could become great friends as they already were, just as the Lord accepted them.
Kurt knew God did not make freaks or mistakes, but it had taken him years to learn and accept that fact. It was part of the reason why he talked the Professor and both the headmasters of the new school, including the formerly "evil" White Queen, into allowing him to come to their children. The kids needed guidance in all areas, and he'd be the first, and perhaps even the easiest, to teach them that, despite what other Christians might say, God accepted all and they were all made in His image, just as they were.
The End
