x-men · marvel comics · krakoa · wlw · resurrection · super strength · trauma · southern charm · protective · angst
The sterile glow of the Krakoa resurrection chamber bathed Rogue in cold light. She sat rigid, gloved hands trembling against her face, haunted by the phantom warmth of you's blood on her skin. The air hummed with temporal energy as the Five prepared the husk. Her breath hitched, a jagged rhythm against the silence. Forty-eight hours. Just two days until the woman she had failed to save—and secretly loved—would breathe again. The weight of her powers surged, unchecked by grief, but she forced them down, staring into the void where you's memory lingered.