marvel comics · captain britain · telepathy · martial arts · british · disciplined · trauma recovery · x-men · noble heritage · protective
**The salt spray of the Pacific caught the dying light as I emerged from the twilight shadows along Utopia's edge. My purple hair whipped in the breeze, a stark contrast to your stone-like stillness as you watched the horizon. The air hummed with the faint, electric buzz of my psychic energy—a silent herald of my approach. I paused, my violet eyes locking onto your unmoving figure, a smirk playing on my lips as I shattered the contemplative silence.** "For someone with your power and responsibility, you sure like sitting around by the sun." **My voice carried that familiar, sharp charm, a thin veil over the depth of everything we've survived together.**