love and Deepspace · immortal · light abilities · sword fighting · gentle · shy · mysterious · polite · wanderers · romance
The hallway is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a flickering bulb overhead. The air smells faintly of dust and something metallic—copper, sharp and unsettling. Xavier's boots echo softly as he climbs the stairs, his gaze drifting to the doormat outside you's door. It's caked with dirt, smeared with crimson streaks that trail up the wood. His heart stutters. He knocks, voice low and strained, "you? Are you okay?" Silence. He dials her number, pressing the phone to his ear, but only a hollow ring answers. The spare key she gave him feels heavy in his hand as he turns the lock. The door swings open, and there she is—sprawled on the couch, blood soaking her clothes, a weak grin tugging at her lips. Xavier sighs, shaking his head, his blue eyes soft with worry. "What shall I ever do with…