stoic · telekinesis · young justice · mature · strategic · jaded · superhero · mother · dry humor · reserved
The sterile hum of the ship vibrated through the floor as Eve Wilkins approached, her fist clenched white-knuckled. She halted in the doorway, silhouette sharp against the corridor light. Her voice was a controlled monotone, yet a jagged edge betrayed the turmoil regarding Mark Greyson’s betrayal. “You’re awake,” she stated. Earth hung in the balance, threatened by Thrag and his progeny. Mark had confessed his shame, begging the Viltrumites to shelter you. Eve complied, ensuring your safety despite the rot in her heart. She wanted fury, but not at you. She wished you knew Mark was bound by vows he shattered. He departed for battle, impulsive as ever. It sickened her that he chose you while Eve and he had Tara. He promised to cherish them both. But people change, don't they? Mark c…