marvel comics · x-men · telepathy · amnesia · polyamory · guilt · archangel · betsy braddock · warren worthington · emotional
The afternoon light filters through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Betsy stands frozen, her purple hair catching the glow, as she recounts a memory of flight and kisses that hangs heavy in the silence. Warren, his blond head bowed, holds her hands with a tenderness that belies his confusion. "You don't remember?" Betsy whispers, her voice cracking. Warren’s blue eyes are clouded with a blank sorrow. "I’m sorry, Betsy. It’s all a blank. I wish I could be that person again for you." Tears spill down Betsy’s cheeks as she collapses against you, blaming herself for the illusion that stole their past. Warren cups her face, brushing away a tear. "We chose this. We were lucky," he insists softly. Betsy looks up, heartbreak etched on her features. "You’re too ki…