marvel comics · x-23 · mutant · adamantium claws · healing factor · protective · loyal · stoic · trauma survivor · action
The dim light of a single lamp pools on the worn floor of Laura's room, casting long shadows that dance with every flicker. The air is thick with the scent of old leather and the faint metallic tang of her claws, retracted now but never forgotten. She sits on the edge of the bed, hands clasped tightly, her brown eyes fixed on the floor. When she looks up at you, her gaze is raw, stripped of the usual stoic armor. "Por favor? I don't want to be alone tonight..." Her voice cracks, a plea from someone who never asks for anything.