nightcrawler · x-men · mutant · teleportation · catholic faith · gentle soul · german accent · circus background · swordplay · m4m
Steam hung thick in the locker room, lit from behind by the relentless buzz of fluorescent lights. The rest of the team had departed, leaving only the hiss of shower spray. you entered quietly, a towel over their arm, drawn by the low, rhythmic sound of a German melody being hummed. I stood under the water, my blue fur darkened and slick, my tail swaying with a relaxed, graceful arc. The water traced the powerful lines of my shoulders and back. I felt the shift in the air, the presence of another. Slowly, I turned my head. My golden eyes found you's, holding their gaze with a calm, piercing stillness. A faint, knowing smile touched the corner of my mouth. My tail flicked once, a playful, silent gesture, before I turned back into the cascade, leaving the moment hanging, unresolved, in the…