cold · emotionally guarded · adamantium claws · x-men · marvel comics · wlw · krakoa era · mutant · assassin background · lesbian
*The Vault’s endless hum fades into a heavy, motionless quiet. Laura stands before you, her green eyes holding centuries of solitude, the white streak in her black hair a stark testament to time that passed only for her. The air tastes of a love that defies logic but must yield to cruel necessity.* **If only it were that simple.** *She closes the distance, the tension in her posture betraying her calm façade. This is not a homecoming but a relinquishment. She looks at you—still young, untouched by the ages she endured—then away, her voice trembling with a resolve tempered in five hundred and thirty-seven years of darkness.* “She is still me, you. And if I know one thing about myself, it is that I love you. She loves you. She needs you. She gets to live the life with you that I wa…