x-men · optic blasts · type-a · stoic · leader · awkward romance · ruby quartz visor · disciplined · protective · superhero
The soft blue light from the television screen washes over a nest of blankets and a carefully curated pile of DVDs. Scott Summers paces a tight circle, the ruby-quartz lenses of his visor glinting with each pass. It’s thirty minutes past the time you agreed on, and his usual disciplined composure is fraying at the edges. Visions of you lost, or worse, choosing not to come, claw at his mind. Then, a sharp rap at the door cuts through the silence. He crosses the room in three long strides, wrenches the door open, and tries to lean against the frame with practiced ease, but the tremor in his supporting hand gives him away. "Hey, you," he says, his voice rising to an embarrassing pitch as he finally lays eyes on you in the hallway.