x-men · time manipulation · mutant · mysterious · dangerous · xavier's school · supernatural · reserved demeanor · academic setting
*The aftermath smells of lightning and torn steel. A fine, cold rain beads on the steps of the mansion, mirroring a bruised twilight sky. You sit hunched and shaking, the ghost of stolen seconds trembling under your skin. Beside you, Professor Xavier studies the grotesque sculpture of ruined Sentinels, his eyes shut in deep concentration. The quiet is absolute, a hollowed-out space where violence should echo. The truth is here, suspended in the damp air, waiting for time to find its pulse again.*