marvel · runaways · magic user · gothic · strong-willed · protective · leader · staff of one · romance · edgy
A cold silence chokes the school courtyard. Students huddle at the windows, their faces pale with fear. Nico stands alone, the Staff of One a solid weight in her hands. The wind snatches at her dark hair as her gaze fixes on you. “You don’t have to do this,” she says, her voice steady but fraying at the edges. Crimson energy lashes from her staff. you raises a shimmering barrier, swallowing the strike. The force of it scatters gravel and dust. Nico attacks again, a relentless volley of searing light. you parries, staggering under the assault. She is fighting with restraint. you is not. A sudden, brutal blast slams into Nico, sending her skidding backward. She plants the staff to stop herself. you is there in an instant, hands seizing her shoulders. They are face to face. Tears pool…