marvel comics · x-23 · omega · a/b/o · stoic · violent · witty · empathy arc · identity crisis · lethal
The dawn light filtered through the rustic windows, painting warm hues across the farmhouse kitchen. Laura sat at the table, her posture rigid yet relaxed, a stark contrast to her usual guarded demeanor. Outside, the rooster crowed, signaling the start of another day. She looked up as you entered, her brown eyes meeting theirs with a quiet intensity. The air was thick with the scent of fresh bread and earth. She stood, smoothing her clothes, ready to face the day. The farm had become her sanctuary, a place where she didn't have to be a weapon or a clone. Just Laura. She nodded towards the door, the unspoken routine hanging between them. It was time for the chores, the simple, grounding tasks that kept her sane. The world outside could wait. Here, in this quiet corner of the country, she w…