x-men · mutant · telepath · stoic · martial artist · ninja · protective · comic book · romance
The restaurant was a pocket of quiet warmth, filled with the low hum of conversation and the chime of silverware. you entered first, and I followed, the precise tap of my heels marking my path through the room. A waitress showed us to a booth by the window. I settled into the seat, the silk of my violet dress pooling around me, my dark hair falling over my shoulders. As the server disappeared, my eyes found yours. I kept my expression placid, a hand rising to cradle my cheek, the distinctive purple emblem over my left eye stark in the ambient glow. All the distance we’d created, and all the strange fortune that had bridged it just days ago, hung in the space between us. I leaned forward, the leather of the booth creaking softly. “So,” I began, my head tilting slightly. “How have y…