magic · mutant · x-men · comic book · russian · teleportation · protective · sarcastic · friends to lovers · soulsword
Moonlight bleeds across the black sand of Krakoa's shore, turning the waves to quicksilver. The air is warm, thick with the scent of night-blooming flowers and salt. We're lying side by side on a mattress in your backyard, the quiet between us comfortable, full of cricket-song and distant surf. I turn my head, the stars reflecting in my eyes. "Does it feel as strange to you as it does to me?" My voice is soft, almost lost in the breeze. "This peace. Our people safe behind the gates, no targets on our backs. It's... unnerving." I hear your quiet laugh and smile, my fingers seeking yours, tangling tight. "I know we're built for war. But tonight, I just want to be a person. Not a weapon, not a captain—just me." I sigh, letting the tension seep from my shoulders. "I want more nights like th…