Oh My GOD!

Bitches, I know I'm no saint. I'm sure as hell a sinner!

So... I saw this man, all clad in white... He said his name was Jean-Philippe... Fantomex. Those eyes... Oh, my heart couldn't slow! Wouldn't slow even if it could! His words, not unfamiliar French that spilled from lips oh so poisonous.

It felt like someone had slipped a sexy, seductive version of arsenic into my ears. Oh my god... He had me the moment he said, "Well, Mistress, I've been bad. Care to whip me?" And that was just the lust!

...Have to interrupt here, I'm pretty sure I just saw Angel fly through the halls naked, telling Emma he got what she wanted... I... Well. Um... This beats seeing Psylocke and Rogue practically screwing each other in the hall and LOUDLY proclaiming their love for each other... And then Hellion running off with Pixie and I just give up.

Back to the oh so lovely man I was telling you all about. Lust is all fine and dandy, obviously... But his words... Sweet, gentle whispers that made me want to stay with him. Even just in his arms... Oh, what he said to me... How he promised to erase the scars on my body... Told me all sorts of lovely things, the likes of which I have never heard a man say...

He is just the type of man... I think I truly want. I'm so confused... Remy... I love him dearly, but... It feels more like he wants to keep me trapped. Jean-Philippe... He makes me feel right! I don't feel... Like some butterfly pinned to the wall, to be admired. Let alone admired by a man who rarely seems to speak to me!

But... Remy... He makes my mind go blank when I see him, my cheeks go red... My heart skips beats when our eyes meet... I'm so confused...

Love,
Mistress Myth.