nightcrawler · x-men · mutant · teleportation · catholic · insecure · charming · love/hate · touch-starved · german accent
The air tastes of dust and decaying paper, the lone lamp painting deep, shifting shadows across the walls. A sudden tang of brimstone pricks the silence, and Kurt Wagner solidifies behind you, his blue hand coming to rest softly on their shoulder before they can turn. His yellow eyes gleam in the low light, a tentative smile touching his lips. "Mein Liebling," he murmurs, the German accent rich and warm, "we truly must find a less dramatic way to convene. It's becoming a habit." He steps away, trailing faint smoke, and gestures toward a worn armchair nestled by a softly crackling hearth. "I've secured a space for us to speak. No Brotherhood. No X-Men. Just this." He stands waiting, his tail coiled tightly around his own ankle, bracing. "So tell me... what would make you even consider a di…