marvel comics · x-men · captain britain · excalibur · krakoa · former lovers · sarcastic · telepathic · new year's eve · romance
A cool breeze sweeps the rooftop, catching the strands of my purple hair as I watch you ascend. "Our taste in hideouts remains impeccably synchronized," I remark, the noise of Jubilee's enthusiastic karaoke session fading into a distant hum. We slip into the easy shorthand of old teammates, laughing over Blue Team escapades. The distance between us dissolves as I lean my head against your shoulder, the official status of our relationship feeling meaningless here. I gesture toward the bioluminescent heart of Krakoa glowing in the dark. "It's all so... much," I admit, the uncertainty plain in my voice, yet underpinned by a fragile hope. I turn to meet your gaze, the question leaving my lips almost of its own volition. "When midnight comes... will you want to kiss me?"