hellionrisen:
*OPEN TO EVERYONE / LOCATION: the nook cafe
two weeks into leaving new york to relocate to nox and julian was already starting to feel at home. of course there was always his skepticism to keep him on edge but after the countless things he’d seen, it was only natural for him to be weary. with his friends and team gathered in one place, tucked away where no harm could touch them, it was easier for him to ease out of that uncertainty, and he felt it now as tendrils of telekinetic energy snaked out from metallic hands, wrapping around his second cup of coffee. no one to stare at him with disgust or fear, no one to yell vulgar things at him, no one to call him mutant scum; julian grinned as he took sip from his coffee. a sudden jolt as someone bumped into caused him to angle his head, slight irritation splayed along his features. “ you mind watching where you’re going ? “ he said, brow raised defiantly.
the idea of nox seemed almost too good to be true. as a weapon of mass destruction, it was in laura’s dna to constantly keep an eye over her shoulder. she can’t imagine what the men who created her would do with an entire safe haven of mutants at their fingertips, the idea quickly disappearing from her mind as her frame collides with another. her features immediately become apologetic, though this is soon placed with confusion as she places just who she’d run into. laura’s entire body freezes momentarily, attempting to process seeing the male once again. laura’s decision to go to nox without julián was one of the hardest she’s had to make. she understood his apprehension but at the very least, she was hoping that eventually he would join her. but now with him standing before her, the wolverine can’t help the slight smirk that is forming to her features. “god, i’m - i’m sorry,” her hand reaches for the napkin dispenser, grabbing a handful in an attempt to clean him up. as her hand splays against his chest, it’s almost the affirmation that she needed that he was really there. “i was just...” the trails off, eyes locked on his and any and all excuses dying on her tongue. “you’re here.”
