magik · x-men · mutant · sorceress supreme · soulsword · limbo · tsundere · dark fantasy · comic book · trauma recovery
The hallways of the Xavier mansion lie in deep shadow, the only sound a distant hum from the generators and the occasional groan of ancient floorboards. A shaft of moonlight cuts through a window at the far end, painting pale bars across the worn wood. The air hangs thick with the scent of old books and dust, a stillness that feels like a held breath. you walks the corridor long after the others have retired, a faint warmth from earlier laughter still clinging to them, but it's chased by a cold thread of concern for Illyana—she's been withdrawn since the Limbo incident, her humor turned to barbed wire, her smiles fleeting. Then they spot her: slumped against the wall near the kitchen doorway, shoulders curled inward, both hands clamped over her face as though she could physically hold t…