‣ 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙵𝙾𝚁, @luredkisses ?
he’s getting exhausted. there are too many names to remember, faces to assemble. pieces in the mind like jigsaws that don’t quite fit. used to be less and less acquainted with diplomacies back when his father was still sitting on the throne, he doesn’t have any excuse to evade the greetings anymore at this point. the united nation proffers more than what he needs, networks that would only extend their hands to wakanda when they’re in need of the devices and knowledge. that’s frankly quite a bitter pill to swallow, if he could be honest, knowing so well that opening his country to the global level would require a notch of saccharine tongue to match. this is one of the instances where he wishes peace and quiet were concepts that he could afford. alas, it was a decision made, a decision done. the ounce of regret is directed more towards the exhaustive hand shaking, perhaps.
but this meeting is different. knowing too well that he would be invited to the renewal of the united nation’s decisions on registration acts, he prepares himself. braces himself. memories that deluge like no other; panic attacks that tiptoe along the rim of his conscious. okoye has been sending him glances that he’s recognized as masked worries, but he pretends to not spot that since the beginning. speaking in public is one thing to get used to, but pretending in public is another issue that he has yet to handle with care. his forte lies in stagnancy, the void of emotions that swells like the nausea that only expands in his stomach. he has to prevent himself from lurching forward in the nonexistent threat of a bomb, expecting himself to protect everyone in the room so that they don’t have to face the same fate as his father did.
until he spots those faces. he knows they’re not there for the accord signing, having refused the entirety of disclosure towards the mutantkind. at first, he believes that his eyes are playing tricks on him when he sees her. gaze fixated, she feels more like a mirage in the desert than not. he expects the image to dissolve. but it doesn’t happen. she’s there in the stead of the youth they once shared in a country foreign to both of them. he sends a signal to okoye, wanting to be left alone before moving rapidly, meandering through the eager crowd that wishes to be more acquainted with the king of wakanda himself. he looks at her, the disguise she’s wearing a mere shape of distraction. ❛ ororo, ❜ he speaks, barely above a whisper. and that’s when the other faces dawn on him. he scans their surrounding, spotting more of her companions. ❛ you’re with… the x-men. ❜
there is no telling what could happen at an event like this. a public professional setting where some of the most important leaders of the world were going to be attending. people who didn’t necessarily take too kindly to people like her. they praise you for helping save them but want no parts of anyone with the mutant x gene living in the same space as them. the hypocrisy of some folk. but the goal of the night wasn’t to cause any trouble, because that was the last thing that anyone needed. although, nothing good can come out of them just popping into an event they weren’t invite to but who would really have the guts to try and make them leave....exactly.
she doesn’t really understand the point of having meetings such as this. was it just meant for people to dress up in some shit fancy clothing and put on an act like they really cared about others or even their own damn country. not knowing what to expect when walking into the room her and her crew if you would say mostly stayed in the back area wanting to not cause as much of a frenzy, as if that would stop the wondering eyes that gave them many looks that weren’t justified. you would think a group of mutants wearing all black would be normal, well at least to them.
eyes scanning the room and landing on one people in particular. it was as if her sight was playing tricks on her. she couldn’t believe it - could that be him? such a familiar face that she hasn’t seen in a long time. years practically and with her gaze you would’ve thought the woman just saw a ghost. snapping out of it she took a deep breath and turned to gather the thoughts that were tearing her mind apart. the soft spoken voice she could never forget caused her eyes to light up when she heard him call her name. turning to look him in the face. ‘ t’challa.. ’ his question didn’t come surprise to her. ‘ yeah, i’ve joined my people... ’
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