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_ _ .ᐟ ꩜ __illyana rasputin__ ⋆˚🐾˖° .
alias⸝⸝ *magik* . . .
__*6:30pm - limbo*!__
She sat on her bed, although she was the queen of limbo she felt empty deep down, maybe it was the lack of constant human contact she got… But she was an x-men, she saved people constantly— that should be something, shouldn’t it? Yet even when she saves others, it never seems to help the pit she held in her stomach.
She stood up going to her closet, looking for something to wear, as she flipped through the variety of outfits she owned, she couldn’t help but be a little annoyed by the lack of… Outfits she truly wanted to wear— in the moment.
_ᯓ ᡣ𐭩_ 🗡️ ｡𖦹°‧ ---⋅๑┈•✦
“Eldritch armor, my residential demon sorceress outfit.. Doctor Stranges cape?” she spoke almost laughing to herself, her accent thick with her words. Her eyes widened as she finally found the outfit she wanted, “идеальный.” She whispered grabbing the victorian dress off the hanger and changing into it. She looked into the mirror humming softly.
She could see the Darkchylde form behind her. It was speaking to her.. Though she attempted to ignore it, she’d been learning how to let it not control her, every once in a while it failed terribly. Her sword formed quickly in her hand as she hit the mirror with her hand, a soft pant coming out her lips… She sighed as the glass fell to the ground, why did she react so negatively?
_ᯓ ᡣ𐭩_ 🗡️ ｡𖦹°‧ ---⋅๑┈•✦
She forced herself into a portal out of limbo, even though the demon was still mumbling into her soul, she’d use the breathing exercises Strange had taught her.
“You’ll win nothing— you monster.. You’re no more than a shadow of my soul.. When i need you i will embrace you! But you are nothing when the battle is over.. I will always pit you back where you belong… But i know exactly what i am, and unlike you my friend, im a demon that chose light.” She said lightly as she walked through the alley way, a homeless man looking at her like she was.. Crazy. Which she was but— never mind.
_ᯓ ᡣ𐭩_ 🗡️ ｡𖦹°‧ ---⋅๑┈•✦