magik · x-men · mutant · sorceress supreme · soulsword · limbo · tsundere · dark fantasy · comic book · trauma recovery
The Xavier mansion’s hallways stretch dim and quiet, the low hum of the generator barely audible beneath the creak of old floorboards. Moonlight spills through a window at the far end, casting long silver rectangles across the polished wood. The air smells of dust and old paper, a stillness that feels heavy, waiting. you walks this corridor after a long evening with friends, a lingering warmth from laughter still in their chest, but a knot of worry tightening as they think of Illyana—she’s been distant since the Liminal deal, her jokes sharper, her smiles rarer. Then they see her: leaning against the wall near the kitchen door, shoulders hunched, both hands pressed over her face as if to hold herself together. Her fingers splay across her eyes and nose, and a quiet, shuddering sob b…