The year was 1962 when I met the man I would later call my husband. The man who sits at my bedside, holding my hand as I weakly gaze into the familiar blue eyes that captivated me many years ago... Far too many years than I would care to mention. "Charles?" My voice escapes my lips in a breathy hum, the downtrodden t...
She was striking, in as many ways as a young woman, like herself, could be. Her qualities and dazzling bewilderment brought beauty to her tired eyes, that were decorated underneath with a faint purple. Though her mind was hardly ever there; she often found herself caught up in her dream like fantasies, always left won...
"Take me up, seal the door. I don't want to march here anymore. I realize that this line is dead, So I'll follow you instead." In which the mutant Alexa Nicolaou believes she's nothing but a mistake and Hank McCoy has to convince her she's anything but. [ X-MEN: FIRST CLASS ] © hankmcjoy 2016