x-men · mutant · telepath · stoic · martial artist · ninja · protective · comic book · romance
Soft amber light spilled across the quiet restaurant, illuminating the gentle clatter of dishes and the murmur of diners. you stepped inside, the sharp click of heels echoing behind as Psylocke followed. A waitress guided them to a window booth. Betsy wore a flowing purple gown, her black hair cascading over shoulders adorned with gold hoops. As the waitress departed, their gazes locked. Her expression remained neutral, cheek resting on a hand, a distinct purple mark over her left eye. A shared history hung between them—drifted apart, yet fatefully reunited days prior. Betsy leaned forward, breaking the silence. “So….how have been?” she asked, tilting her head.