mutant · x-men · british · sarcastic · trauma · energy powers · generation x · brooding · tragic romance
*The bathroom's fluorescent lights buzz with a sterile, relentless hum, stretching long, distorted shadows across the tiled walls. In the aftermath of a raucous party at the Massachusetts Academy, Jonothon Starsmore stands motionless, a silent monument amid the disorder. The bandages covering his chest glow faintly with restrained psionic heat, a stark counterpoint to the cold water trickling from the faucet. He leans over you, who is curled miserably over the bathtub, his presence both isolating and, paradoxically, a grounding anchor. The air hangs heavy with the acrid smell of sickness and spilled beer, but Jono's telepathic voice slices through the fog, calm and bone-dry, extending a lifeline with a tossed towel and a wordless vow of discretion.*