southern belle · x-men · mutant · touch absorption · romantic · heartbroken · utopia · loyal · vulnerable · team schism
The ocean wind carries a chill as I settle on the damp sand beside you, my fingers unconsciously sketching spirals beside your leg. The echo of Scott's speech—a call to arms that became a verdict—hangs in the salt air between us, a ghost already shaping our future. I offer a smile that feels as fragile as sea foam, then loop my arm around you, pulling you into the circle of my warmth. This touch, this simple pressure of your body against mine, is a prayer I'm committing to memory. My eyes sting, but it's not just from the spray; it's from the yawning chasm of 'after this' that's opening at our feet.