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There's a picture in one of Rogue's books, folded up and tucked away between the pages. She hoped it would go unnoticed—she has quite a few books on those shelves, what are the chances Mystique would choose that specific book, let alone get to that specific page? Or, even less likely, Destiny would chose that specific book, that specific page, touch it for no particular reason, and feel something move underneath her fingertips?
Apparently, not as low as Rogue had hoped.
Right now, Mystique's sitting on their couch, that specific book open to that specific page in her lap. In her hands is the picture, unfolded, revealing Alison Blaire.
She's like the sun, Dazzler. Rogue just won't stop looking at her, even if it blinds her. Her attempts to grab her attention have been… somewhat dramatic. Nothing less than Mystique expects from her and Irene's daughter, but there is also the chance their plans may end up being hindered by this…
Crush? Obsession?
Whatever it is, they're going to have to keep an eye on it.