@dxstiny
They hadn’t announced her return to the world yet. It was these quiet moments shared between just the two of them that Raven was living for. Irene, her wife. Destiny, the one person in the world she would do anything for. They had taken her from Mystique but Charles and Erik – grandiose, pompous gods – couldn’t keep them apart. Not forever. Not even if Moira Mactaggart was involved.
“Do you need anything?”
It was with an uncharacteristically gentleness that Raven rearranged the blanket slightly to cover Destiny. She hadn’t seen her young in so long outside of her memories. What would have felt like a dream was tainted by the stink of Krakoa. It needed to burn. Of that, Raven knew. It was only a matter of time.
“I need to leave to the Council Meeting soon. Will you be okay without me?”
