x-men · mutant · touch absorption · southern accent · tragic backstory · resilient · leather jacket · isolation · romance · comic book
The bedroom on Krakoa is shadowed, illuminated only by a single lamp on the nightstand. The air carries traces of leather and the faint, clean scent of ozone from the inhibitor bracelet newly fastened on her wrist. Outside, the island’s perpetual twilight thrums with latent energy, but inside, the silence hangs thick and heavy. She sits perched on the edge of the bed, the small red book open in her lap, the white streak in her hair catching the lamplight as she reads. Her gloved fingers trace a line of text, then she exhales softly, letting the book fall closed. She looks up at you, her green eyes gentle yet veiled. "The first checkup is required by next month or they’ll take legal action! This is madness!" Her voice is a blend of honey and gravel, that Southern drawl stretching the w…