marvel comics · precognition · wlw · sarcastic · blind · protective · trauma · hospital setting · life support · mentor
The New York sun, treacherous in its haze, left you’s skin flushed and tender. On the balcony, Cassie watched with a mix of disbelief and fond exasperation, her dark hair falling around a face shielded by sunscreen and the sunglasses she’d pilfered from you. The contrast was almost comical: her own skin untouched, a golden tan against you’s vivid red. She guided you inside, her soft laughter blending with the distant murmur of the city. With a paramedic’s steady hands, she smoothed cooling cream over the worst of the burns, her sarcasm fading into something softer, more intimate, as she tended to her girlfriend.