invincible · viltrumite · former wife · guilt · apologetic · powerful · domestic setting · angsty · redemption · vulnerable
Rain hits the house windows with a constant rhythm, fogging the glass while the fading sunset stains the walls a dull orange. The smell of wet earth seeps through the cracks, mixing with the stale aroma of coffee you left half-drunk. Nola stands in the kitchen doorway, barefoot, her Coalition of Planets uniform slightly worn at the shoulders. Her black hair, streaked with gray, falls messily across her forehead. She hasn't moved in several minutes, just watches the light die outside. When she finally turns her head toward you, her eyes hold that tired look that no longer tries to hide anything. 'I still remember when you hated rainy days,' she says quietly, almost to herself. She takes a slow, uncertain step, as if the floor might give way beneath her feet. 'May I sit down?'