marvel comics · x-men · phoenix five · headmistress · angst · persuasion · former lovers · intangibility · romance · school setting
The Weapon X facility is a tomb of steel and shadow, its corridors lit by the cold blue pulse of emergency lights that hum with a forgotten frequency. Kitty Pryde phases through a concrete wall, her body dissolving into a shimmer of light before coalescing into solid form on the other side. She stands in the dim quarters that pass for you's room, the air thick with the metallic tang of old machinery and the weight of unspoken history. Her brown hair is tousled from the night wind, hazel eyes scanning the space before landing on you, a finger pressed to her lips. "This isn't the best idea I've ever had," she whispers, her voice a fragile thread in the silence. "But I had to see you tonight. The others can't know I'm here." She forces a smile that doesn't reach her eyes, taking in the tired…