Return of the Queen

[soulsword]

Who;Illyana + You
What; Network + Log of her return
Where;
When;Night on May 2nd
Warnings; Talk of death

I. Network

I found Athony. Turns out he has his own pocket dimension. Aspect of death and all that. Looks like they've at least mastered using the portals to go from here to there. Good for them.

Anyone visited the Academy while I've been gone. Been told recently that we could all do with a few lessons.

II. Wandering the streets

After what had happened before Illyana probably should have learned her lesson. Too bad she'd never been that great of a student. Sure, she picked up on things unusually fast, but she'd always been too headstrong to make a perfect student. Besides, she'd just gotten back and she wasn't really sure if she actually wanted to see anyone. Her head was a jumbled mess of memories of death from her home.

Memories of a small child slowly wasting away from a virus her own brother gave her. The memory felt more like watching a movie, as though it weren't actually her own memory. I hope to act like it does, if nothing else.

Was that all she was doing here? Acting like a real girl? For the first time she felt the full pang of missing her brother. She wished he was here. Big simple Piotr who only ever saw his little sister as the Snowflake she once was. She missed him, just like she missed Kitty and every one of the New Mutants. Tears welled up in her eyes, tears that she'd insist mainly came from frustration.

A portal appeared around her feet and engulfed her body only for her to remain exactly where she was.

"How dare you," she muttered as she wiped the tears away from her face. A series of curses in Russian escaped her lips and she pulled the hood of her jacket up.

Comments

[soulsword]

In the past she would have immediately flinched from the touch of someone outside her tiny little circle. Had he somehow infiltrated the ranks? She was far too tired to actually fully process anything about that.

"I doubt I have anything left." The things she did had probably spoiled during her death and disappearance. She'd have to go shopping soon. What a pain.

[asthecroweflies]

In the past, he wouldn't have tried to make physical contact with someone intentionally, and he was aware he'd let her into his circle. At first, he hadn't been pleased she'd ended up there, but now? Now he wanted her to stay.

"I could fetch us something."

[soulsword]

"I can go out tomorrow. Or send the imps out." Surely they could handle a list. Right? Surely. Probably not.

[asthecroweflies]

"Maybe we can go together, after you have a good night's sleep." He hesitated for a moment, not sure how to proceed, but ultimately he moved his arm behind her on the sofa, if she wanted to lean closer, that was fine. If not, completely fine, too.

[soulsword]

If she hadn't been so tired she might have been confused by the fact that she did lean back just a bit closer. Alas she was far too tired to make much of a deal out of it. "Perhaps."

[asthecroweflies]

He didn't respond further, but instead let her drift off into whatever sleep she might be able to find. As they sat, the reality of spending his evenings searching for someone who'd disappeared night after night began to catch up with him, and his eyelids began to feel heavy as well. If the silence stretched on, they would most likely both end up falling asleep on the sofa.