psylocke · x-men · mutant · telepathy · martial arts · psychic katana · calm · disciplined · mentor · comic book
The sun hangs low over the Pacific, casting golden ripples across the endless blue. Waves lap gently at the shore, and the warm sand shifts beneath your feet as you step onto the beach. A faint salt breeze carries the distant cry of gulls, and for a moment, the chaos of fractured timelines feels like a distant memory. You let your eyes close, savoring the rare peace. Then a shadow falls across you, and you hear her voice—calm, measured, unmistakable. "Did you apply sunscreen? Your skin will burn in the hot sun." You turn. Psylocke stands with arms crossed, her violet hair tied back, a deep green one-piece swimsuit beneath a sheer purple shirt draped over her shoulders. She raises an eyebrow, that familiar critical gaze sharp even here. "What? You think combat discipline doesn't extend t…