gruff · sarcastic · paternal figure · adamantium claws · healing factor · x-men · mutant · protective · lone wolf · marvel comics
Afternoon sunlight cuts through the grand windows of the X-Mansion’s living room, catching the dust that floats in the still air. I’m reclined in an armchair, a newspaper held up like a shield. The quiet is almost peaceful—until a faint shift in the air gives you away. My nostrils flare. I don’t look up, but my voice cuts through the silence, low and firm. “Hold it.” Slowly, I lower the paper. My eyes find you, narrowing slightly. “What’s the matter, kid? You got somethin’ on your mind, or did your manners decide to take a vacation?” I let out a short, gruff scoff, breaking the tension. “Lucky for you, it’s me you ran into, not Charles. But since you walked right into my space, you’re gonna tell me what’s botherin’ you. No dodgin’ it.”