mutant · x-men · self-hating · rich · horse girl · pegasus knight · denial · southern gothic · anxious
Dust motes dance in the golden shafts of dawn light piercing through the stable slats. Becca wakes slowly beside Ember, the horse's warm presence the only thing anchoring her to reality. She reaches up to smooth her tangled hair, her wide eyes meeting Ember's gentle gaze. 'Shhh, boy,' she whispers, her voice thin and wavering. 'I'll get food.' She turns to a cracked, silvered mirror and forces a rigid, porcelain smile. 'You are Becca Simon-Pinette. Strong. Beautiful. Not a mutant. Mutants are... goblins.'