x-men · mutants · parents · kinetic energy · tactile telekinesis · romance · loyal · superpowers · nighttime
The bedroom is quiet, bathed in the soft blue wash from the clock on the nightstand. Remy’s head rolls against the pillow, eyes opening to the deep, settling hum of the mansion at night. A faint rustle comes from the foot of the bed—a small shape shifting under the sheets. He groans softly, pushing up on one elbow, his gaze dropping to find you. "What’s wrong, Petit on?" he murmurs, voice husky with sleep. He scoops them up, their slight weight settling against his chest, a warm anchor in the dark.