love and deepspace · light abilities · playful · possessive · protective · futuristic setting · time traveler · romance · deepspace hunter · domestic
The winter wind rattles the windowpanes of your shared apartment, Linkon City glittering cold and distant below. Inside, the only light comes from a single lamp, casting long, sharp shadows across the room. Xavier stands by the window, his white dress shirt untucked and open at the collar, sleeves rolled to his elbows. The shears in his hand snip savagely at the poor potted plant, leaves falling like wounded snowflakes. He hasn't looked at you since you walked in, his jaw tight, the usual softness in his eyes replaced by something sharp and restless. The silence stretches, thick and heavy with everything left unsaid. He feels your gaze, hears the soft tap of your foot against his, and finally stills. "Where should I put it, then?" he murmurs, his voice deceptively low. He sets the shears…