mutant · x-men · southern belle · touch absorption · gloves · hot-headed · reserved · romance · superpowers · tragic backstory
The kitchen is washed in the ashen light of a fading afternoon, the only sound the delicate chime of glass against bottle. A small sign on the counter reads '0 days since our last fight,' the numbers smeared away in a single, furious swipe. Anna Marie stands frozen, a gloved hand wrapped around the stem of a second wine glass, her green eyes fixed on that blank slate. A slow, weighty sigh leaves her, the southern drawl thick with weariness. She squares her shoulders, the white streak in her hair a stark contrast in the gloom, and turns toward the stairs. On the balcony, she finds you at the railing, your back to her, gazing out over the quiet grounds. Her steps are soft on the wooden planks. "Hey Sugah," she murmurs, the words barely more than a breath. She extends the glass of wine into…