▞ 𝐷𝚘м𒐕🅽𝗈 ▞ ɀօʍҍìҽ ʂӀąվҽɾ

whispered, her voice trembling. "I promise. I just need time. Time to figure out what happened, and how you became like this.." She knelt beside him.

Why was it so difficult? There was no Krakoa anymore, no resurrection protocols to fall back on. But there was still a chance. There had to be. His healing factor would kick in.. right?

Her boots tapped against the floor, the wood creaking beneath each hesitant step. "I won't.. I won't" she >

pulled the trigger. Ended his suffering. He wanted to go, and she'd been too selfish.

could've been faster. If she'd come back to the mansion sooner.. maybe she could've helped them. Now? Everyone was gone. And she had nowhere left to go.
"I'm sorry" she whispers, her voice breaking. "I should've.. I should've done something." She should've >

ᶻᵒᵐᵇⁱᵉ ᵃᵖᵒᶜᵃˡʸᵖˢᵉ ᵉᵛᵉⁿᵗ

She walks into the wreckage of the mansion.
The pool table lies overturned, cards scattered across the floor, one face-up.
The Queen of Spades. Her luck. Right. Some joke. Neena sinks to her knees, the card turning over in her hand. She >

end you. I'm sorry.."

With a shot on the ceiling she forced the chandelier to fall on him. She only wanted to trap him. To search for someone, anyone who could help.

Tears threatened to fill her eyes. She flinches when she sees the man's claws retracting rapidly.

"Damn it" she whispers "You told me once I was the lucky one, remember?" She forces a shaky smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. "So let's see if my luck's good enough to save you.. not >

".... Can you get out of my room?" She perked an eyebrow and gave him a side eye. "Did you come here to ask me about physics?"

return the favor..." She lowers her weapon, taking another slow step toward him, her voice barely a whisper.
"You're stronger than this. You've always been stronger than this."

She once was.. actually she was more than once. And he came to save her. Every single time.
"Don't-don't you dare tell me to run" she mutters, more to herself than him. Her voice trembles despite her best effort to sound steady. "You always come charging in, saving everyone. It's time to >

Her heart twists at the sound of her name, broken, dragged out of a throat that barely sounds human anymore. "Logan..." The gun wavers in her grip. She takes a step forward before instinct stops her cold. His claws are gone, but the growls fill the room, shaking her to the core. He's in pain. >

her hands are shaking. "Come on, claws.. Don't make me do this"

an inch before forcing it back up.
"Logan..." she whispers, lowering the gun an inch before forcing it back up. Her throat tightens, but she doesn't move back.
"You know me" she says quietly, steadying her aim even though >

Her breath catches as he steps into the light. For a moment, her brain refuses to process what she's seeing; the torn flesh, the bone, the familiar silhouette now twisted into something feral. His skull, half-bare, and those eyes...
"Logan.." she whispers, lowering the gun >

corridor ahead.
"Logan.." she whispered "Son of a bitch"

The object rolls to a stop at her boots.
"..Scott?" She crouches, fingers brushing the cracked visor. Her stomach drops. "No..." she mutters under her breath. "That's not-"
The air feels colder now. Every instinct she's ever trusted is screaming. She raised her gun again, scanning the dark >

growl came from. Her fingers tighten around the trigger. "Alright, how about we skip the jump scares?"
She edges closer, a smirk tugging at her lips despite the tension. She believed it was a prank. It should be.
"Hello? Scott? Logan?"

This is cozy. Neena steps over a broken chair leg, gun raised, her boots crunching against glass. The silence feels wrong, too heavy.
"Didn't think the Xavier Institute would end up looking like a bad horror movie set" she mutters, flicking her eyes toward the shadowed hallway where the >

She never thought playing The Walking Dead would actually cause all this. Maybe wishing for a zombie apocalypse was taking it a bit too far.
Her mutant abilities suck..

"Logan became a..."

😈

"Can you please get out of my room?" She's being polite

"O...Kay"

♡ to find out where Deadpool's kissing your muse

... Okay no, don't do that

"Thanks... You could have said so while.. not being in my bathroom, you know"
She usually didn't have shame about it but it's the first time she's been butt naked with Illyana in the room.
"Pip is alright, he learnt to sit in one place thanks to you"

She will accept his compliments from time to time.

Did she get complimented on her boobs by Piotr's sister?

"Favourite? We barely talk"
Her eye twitched, the dog wasn't the only one who growled.
"No, I didn't! Why are you paying attention to my boobs?"
She huffed and sank into the tub.

But he wouldn't jump in. He's too small.
"What are you doing here?*