At Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, the esteemed Lalia Azali serves as a dedicated teacher and is also this universe's Scarlet Witch. Endowed with formidable powers and a destiny she must face, Lalia confronts her fate amidst the school's hall...
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- Lalia
I woke up in a cold sweat, my heart pounding from another nightmare. This one was worse than the others, filled with shadows and whispers that seemed too real. I glanced over at Logan, relieved to see he was still peacefully asleep, his arm draped over me. The last thing I wanted was for him to worry about my restless nights.
I knew I needed to talk to someone about these nightmares. They were becoming more frequent and intense, and I couldn't shake the feeling that they meant something. But finding the right time to bring it up was hard. Every time I thought about it, I felt a knot of anxiety tighten in my chest. For now, I decided to keep it to myself, hoping that maybe, just maybe, they'd go away on their own.
I turned slightly to look at Logan, his rugged features softened in sleep. A sense of relief and warmth spread through my heart. After everything we had been through, this moment felt almost surreal. I couldn't help but smile, feeling a deep connection to him that went beyond words.
"You're staring. It's creepy," Logan mumbled, his eyes still closed but a faint smirk playing on his lips.
I laughed softly, the sound echoing the joy I felt inside. "Well, you're not exactly a sight for sore eyes yourself, you know," I teased back, nudging him playfully.
He turned to look at me, his eyes narrowing slightly. "I felt you shake a bit in your sleep. You alright?" he asked, his eyes laced with concern.
I looked at him, trying to muster a reassuring smile. "Yes, I just.. had another intense dream. But it was nothing," I said, hoping to ease his worry.
He studied my face for a moment, then gently asked, "Do you want to talk about it?"
I shook my head, giving his hand a squeeze. "We don't need to. It wasn't anything too bad," I insisted, trying to convince both him and myself.
I nestled into him, feeling his heartbeat against mine. "I wish we could stay here all day," I murmured, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest.
"Don't get too settled," he warned, his tone shifting to seriousness. "You know things never stay calm for long around here."
I groaned, "Mm please don't say that," I said, covering his mouth.
He chuckled, lifting his hand and counting down with his fingers. "Five, four.." he went on. I noticed, rolling my eyes as I grabbed his hand and pulled him in for a kiss.
As if on cue, the blaring of emergency alarms shattered our peaceful moment. Logan sighed, "And one." putting all his fingers down as I shot him an annoyed look. We scrambled to gather our clothes from the floor.
We were just pulling on our clothes when Scott burst into the room. "We need everyone in the—" he started, then stopped short as he realized we were only half-dressed. "Whoa!" he yelled, quickly turning around.
