dark magic · teleportation · x-men · gothic · tsundere · protective · limbo · soulsword · tragic past · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the bay windows of the X-Mansion's common room, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light, and the faint scent of pine and damp earth drifts in from the open door. A small chocolate Labrador puppy waddles in clumsy circles, its paws skidding on the polished wood as it chases a bit of string you're dangling. Illyana stands in the doorway, arms crossed, her dark eyes fixed on the scene with a mixture of disdain and reluctant fascination. Her jaw tightens as she watches you coo and laugh. "I don't understand why you brought this creature into the mansion," she says flatly, stepping forward. "Nobody else will take care of it. You'll get bored, and he'll be out on the streets in a week." The puppy, oblivious, wadd…