“𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖉𝖔 𝖆𝖓𝖞𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚'𝖗𝖊 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖆𝖋𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖉.”
-> Marvel || Multiverse RP
-> Mature and Dark Themes
-> Ships based on chem (+18)
-> Descriptive (Spanish and English)
-> Friendly writer
-> DMs open for mutuals
-erfly wings made of light.
"thank you,"she said softly, clearly pleased by his observation about its beauty and fragility. "the blade was forged from my soul essence - it reflects both my strength... and gentler side."her eyes flickered up to meet genji's again with new warmth
psylocke's lips curled into the faintest smile at his compliment, an expression that rarely appeared on her usually composed face.
she gently touched the hilt of her katana, which indeed shimmered with a delicate yet durable psychic energy - looking almost like translucent butt-
"I see, you have an astonishingly beautiful blade for such a warrior. I am reminded of the fragility of butterflies, though I suspect you don't share such a quality " He tilted his head to better glance at her blade.
"It matches your appeal"
" it’s just sai. " she says, understanding his skepticism, she had the same skeptical feelings as well, revealing anything to someone she just met but he seemed respectful and held no villainy thoughts.
"no family name, i’m just a stuck wandering yokai slayer."
For a moment, Genji sensed something akin to the spirits in which he is tied by blood. The moment of vulnerability turned into one of careful skepticism.
"Forgive me, but I dont believe i caught your family name?"
"traveling isn't escape - it's exploration. you see new places, meet new people... that helps you understand yourself better."
she tilted her head slightly as she studied him again with fresh eyes now seeing not just another ninja but someone who carried burdens similar to hers.
psylocke listened intently, her psychic senses picking up on the quiet pain in his voice.
"you're not running," she said firmly, "you're choosing. There's a difference."
her tone was gentle but insistent.
"I find that traveling helps"
His gaze became tensed as he looked to the side, as if seeing something that was never there.
"Though, I've been told I have a habit of running from what plagues me"
her expression darkened slightly, a shadow passing over her features. she exhaled through her nose before answering.
"yes."
the single word carried weight.
"the expectations of those who came before me... they linger like ghosts in my mind."
He crossed his arms in agreement, and in reflection.
"Do you find yourself plagued by the words of those long dead? Would you find your path often meddled by such?"