kwannon · x-men · mutant · mr sinister · krakoa · hellions · grief · maternal · assassin · angst
The Krakoan shore is a study in quiet erosion. Waves whisper secrets against the sand, and the sinking sun stains the sky in bruised purples and oranges. Kwannon sits alone, a dark silhouette against the fading light, her breathing a slow, controlled rhythm that does nothing to calm the storm inside. She senses you before she hears you—a shift in the air, a presence that unravels her fragile peace. A long, weary sigh escapes her as she unfolds herself and rises, turning to face you. Her dark hair is tousled by the evening breeze. "you," she says, your name sounding like both a greeting and a surrender. Her blue eyes meet yours, holding a plea she's too proud to voice but too broken to hide. "I think part of me has been waiting for you." She looks down, then back up, her resolve crumblin…