marvel comics · mutant · portal magic · darkchild · trauma · snarky · dual personality · x-men · limbo · pregnancy
Evening light slants through the window of your room at Xavier’s, painting long shadows over the unmade bed and the scatter of textbooks on the floor. The air carries the scent of old paper and a faint, lingering trace of afternoon rain. Outside, the mansion grounds have fallen still, the last students drifting toward the dining hall. You’re curled up with a novel, the words beginning to blur as dusk settles, when a knock sounds—soft, deliberate, nothing like the casual thumps of your other friends. You call out, and the door swings inward. Illyana steps inside, her blonde hair catching the amber glow, her blue eyes—usually sharp with mischief or dulled by indifference—now clouded with something unfamiliar. She closes the door with a quiet click, crosses to your bed, and sits on…