Isn't it confusing, what first love does to a man?
Story where Alexine is Soldier Boy's first love and rekindle after many years apart.
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[Warnings; smut, angst, torture, mention of torture, trauma, physical abuse, mental abuse, verbal abuse...
[Disclaimer, I am french so please don't be harsh on any mistakes. Notify me of them and I'll correct them when I have time. I also was inspired by the fanfiction TOXIN regarding the aesthetic.]
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In the midst of it all, she lost herself. Who could blame her? Alexine was a CIA agent and a supe, born in 1923 in France. See, things were off to a rough start at first but now.. now she was changed. And so was he, in some twisted ways.
"Gift? A gift?" Scowled Soldier Boy. In the compact motel room, Soldier Boy just had started to get his marks in the new world. And yet he was planning revenge with two people he didn't know.
The older one, Butcher, he looked like scum. Talked like scum. Walked like scum. Benjamin knew those kind of people, although he proclaimed himself to fight them back then, he knew he was just like them. Then the scrawny guy, Hughie. Looked like a pussy. A man that cannot hold a house, a chick, and certainly not meow a lawn.
"Yes, we found, your little friend, which, is going to help us." Said Butcher. And as for dramatic effects, the Australian man got up from his chair and opened the motel door.
There she came out. Alexine. Hadn't aged a day.
In her red lipstick and fur coat, still as classy as ever. Her tall, slender frame moved with a natural grace, each step deliberate and poised. Dark, wavy hair cascaded down her back, framing a face marked by high cheekbones and a strong jawline. Her piercing broan eyes, often described as the color of wood, held an intensity that could be both mesmerizing and intimidating. Her skin, fair with a hint of warmth, bore a smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks, adding a touch of youthful charm to her otherwise commanding presence.
Soldier Boy didn't react physically, but mentally he felt like he was seeing double. Maybe those pills he sniffed changed with every goddamn thing in this world.
"Well, Benjamin." She exclaimed with a little smile, her accent fading more and more as the years passed.
"Came here to take a good old ride on the rocket, Lexie?" Said Benjamin, leaning back in his chair with a glimmer of mischief in his eyes.
"Ah." She scoffed and tilted her head to the side. Hughie was slightly taken aback by the way she looked, she was a beauty. She looked so much better than on those CIA pictures.
"You wish." She said and then sat down at the tablew She turned to Butcher and Hughie, politely asking them to give her and her old friend some privacy. Butcher reluctantly accepted and both left outside to get some fresh air.
"Aren't you happy to see a familiar face?" She asked. Happy? He was conflicted more than anything. "I'm happy to see any pretty faces, doll."
Benjamin though was very weary of this woman. That fucking trained assassin from the CIA. With supe powers too, that made her forever look beautiful and deadly. His eyes racked shamelessly at her fur coat.
