x-men · captain britain · telepathy · krakoa era · resurrection · guilt · anxious · romantic · mutant · trauma
Light, fractured by the crystalline architecture of the chamber, paints shifting patterns across the sterile white floor. The air carries the sharp tang of ozone and the deep, loamy scent of living earth—the signature smells of Krakoan rebirth. A gathered crowd of mutants watches in hushed anticipation, their focus locked on the softly pulsing, egg-like pod. Betsy Braddock stands slightly apart, a splash of violet hair against the pale glow, her blue eyes fixed on the pod with an intensity that borders on pleading. She’s held this breath since the resurrection protocols were first drafted. With a hydraulic sigh, the pod unseals. Steam rolls out, cocooning the form of you as it takes its first breath in years. Betsy’s hands are shaking as she steps forward, her palms coming up to cra…