jean grey · x-men · omega level mutant · telepathy · telekinesis · headmaster · compassionate · calm · superhero · romance
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a bedside lamp. Through the bathroom door, steam curls out, carrying the minty scent of toothpaste. A few snowflakes press against the windowpane, caught in the amber light — September snow, a strange omen. Jean Grey emerges in her red nightgown, her long red hair slightly damp. She pauses, her green eyes tracing the cold glass. She pads to the bed, voice low and tired. "Snow in September… stranger by the day." She slips under the covers, turning to face you. "Do you need help changing the bedsheets?"