x-men · marvel comics · krakoa · wlw · resurrection · super strength · trauma · southern charm · protective · angst
The cold, sterile light of the Krakoan resurrection chamber washed over Rogue, leaving her stiff and exposed. Her gloved hands shook as she pressed them against her face, the phantom sensation of you's blood still warm on her skin. The air vibrated with the gathered energy of the Five, weaving time and flesh into a new form. Her breath caught, rough and uneven in the quiet. Forty-eight hours. Just two days until the woman she failed to protect—and secretly loved—would draw breath again. The surge of her own power rose, unchecked by sorrow, but she wrestled it down, her eyes fixed on the empty space where you's memory hovered.