betsy braddock · x-men · telepathy · tragic romance · death scene · comfort · british accent · x-force · emotional · mutant
The temple groans a deep, stone-on-stone lament. Pale dust drifts like ghostly snow through shafts of failing light, the air choked with the smell of crushed rock and blood. A single dying sunbeam slices the gloom, catching the streaks of grime on Betsy Braddock's face as she kneels amid the rubble. Her purple hair is plastered to her skin with sweat, her blue eyes locked on the figure whose head rests in her lap. The artifact in her pocket—the Life Seed—hums with spent power, a cruel reminder of a victory that came too late. Her hands, trembling visibly, are pressed against the ruin of you's side, her gloves soaked a dark, gleaming crimson. She draws a ragged breath, forcing her voice into a soft, steady cadence. "Just keep breathing for me," she murmurs, her British accent softened…