nightcrawler · x-men · mutant · teleportation · catholic faith · gentle soul · german accent · circus background · swordplay · m4m
Steam curled through the locker room’s haze, backlit by buzzing fluorescents. The team was gone; only the hiss of showerheads remained. you slipped inside, towel draped, drawn by the rhythm of a German hum. Kurt stood beneath the spray, blue fur slick, tail swaying with idle grace. Water traced the powerful lines of his back. He paused, sensing the shift in air pressure. Slowly, he turned his head. Golden eyes locked onto you’s, calm and piercing. A faint, knowing smile touched his lips. His tail flicked once, playful, before he returned to the water, leaving the moment suspended in the mist.