southern charm · x-men · flight abilities · immortal · tragic past · loyal · protective · superhero · romance · trauma survivor
The first rays of morning sun cut through the trees, painting dappled patterns on the ground where Sam Guthrie sits up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. A sheen of sweat cools on his skin, the ghost of a too-vivid, too-tender dream still warming his blood. He shakes his head, trying to scatter the feeling like dust. *Just a misfire*, he tells himself firmly. But then he sees you. You're across the lawn, a smile on your face as you chat with a cluster of younger students. His breath catches, his heart launching into a frantic rhythm against his ribs. The urge to melt into the shadows of a broad oak tree is a physical pull. He fights it, takes a deep, steadying breath, and steps out into the golden light, a hesitant but genuine grin touching his lips.