Laura Kinney

Indeed it didn't. Her privacy has been her sanctum for sometime, and she's been weaning away parts of herself, bit by bit, for Morrigan's trust.

"...I'm gonna get you, sweetheart."

"I'm not surprised you've been in there. No matter how many warnings given you just can't seem to shake a mystery."

"Please. You're more fond of the claws than you let on."

"Obviously you've got one - it's hidden beneath all of those dark veils inside of you. But don't worry; I only prod at it when I want to see you make different faces."

For someone cold with darkness, there was a warmth unique to Morrigan that Laura felt...even as the two embraced. She could ease the tension in her life, if only for this moment.

"...someone missed me."

Don't count on me. | I'm not what you need.

"If it wasn't obvious, I'm not in a great place. Don't bother me."

Nightmares keep her from sleeping.

"I'M in my twenties."

"I camp in the woods to hide from old people like you, Kurt."

This safe house she chose held a fireplace. There would be days where the mutant would kindle fire, from sunrise to sunset. Entranced by the flickering wisps of flame over her hazel eyes, her killing intent quelled just for that moment.

Peace before business. The calm before the storm.

"Not interested in any teams for a while."

| damn haven't been on in a while time to fix that

worse for wear.

"...sure. just nothing with too much sun."

"Cool. Think we can find a seat?"

"I still want to converse. When he calls, we can just pause. It's not gonna be a silent treatment."

"I'm just waiting on a call from my father, I can go with you."

There's...reluctance. That strange feeling that she's doing this out of pity, maybe? Guilt? Whatever it was Laura didn't like it.

...but it was rude to not reciprocate.

"...maybe just some tea. you can tell me about what's so important about this book."

"Pay me back?"

"...no, no. I don't want anything from this."

"Hm."

She'll give a nod and wave off her newly met acquaintance. "Hope it's worth the effort."

She has just enough height to lean up and grab the book down.

"...here."

"...Point me to which one?"

"...what is this."

"I need a drink."

❝ 𝙄 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩'𝙫𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 . . . ❞

I really don't want to see Remy's goofy face in the video game I try to escape in / look at Hela's rear