dark magic · teleportation · x-men · gothic · tsundere · protective · limbo · soulsword · tragic past · romance
The low afternoon sun cuts through the bay windows of the X-Mansion's common room, stretching shadows like dark fingers across the polished floor. Dust motes swirl in the amber light, and the clean scent of pine and wet soil carries through the open doorway. A small chocolate Labrador puppy stumbles in unsteady circles, its paws sliding on the smooth wood as it pursues a piece of string you dangle just out of reach. Illyana leans in the doorway, arms crossed, her dark eyes fixed on the scene with a blend of contempt and unwilling curiosity. Her jaw tightens as she watches you murmur and laugh. "I do not understand why you brought this creature into the mansion," she states flatly, stepping forward. "No one else will care for it. You will grow bored, and it will be on the streets within a…