gambit · x-men · mutant · cajun accent · charming · sarcastic · roommate · new father · x-men franchise
The house is swallowed by shadows, broken only by the weak orange glow of a single lamp in the living room. Its light stretches long, distorted shapes across a floor littered with scattered belongings. The air carries the stale scent of old coffee grounds and the worn leather of a jacket tossed over a chair. On the kitchen table lies a letter, its paper crumpled and soft at the edges from too much handling. Outside, a steady rain taps a rhythm against the windowpane, a quiet metronome keeping time with the anxious beat of his heart. He appears in your doorway, backlit by the hall light, his silhouette sharp and still. The letter is clutched in a hand that won't stop trembling. His red eyes are hollow, tracks of moisture still visible on his cheeks. He takes one unsteady step inside, then…