ā Thereās nothing more horrifying than a miracle. ā
the winter soldier / @herosupe
forming the stronghold seven isn't a knock on, well, the actual seven. they're not stepping to the old guard. it's just that there's seven of them, too, and will's their leader. in name, that is. important decisions are made together, always.
("kiki, darling, think about it - you could be the first indian woman in the seven!"
"but mother, i'm already in the seven."
"are you now?"
"yes! the stronghold seven, which is arguably much more important!")
her friends and teammates are present tonight as well.
somewhere to her left, layla is standing next to will, talking someone's ear off. the thought makes khione's lips twitch up in amusement. it's so layla, always the one with her feet firmly on the ground, to remind people that all this lavishness is not a reason to forgo being kind to mother earth. and to her right, zach and ethan are striking poses for the camera. magenta - clad in purple, as always - is already over it, until she gets pulled into it too and then the three of them are posing, laughing, together.
khione has no idea where warren is, but she can feel him, still - his fire - which puts her at ease. this isn't his scene. but he showed up, anyway. stipulated by vought or not, she loves him for that because she's got no idea if she'd survive this premiere alone.
(sure, people will talk about the son of barron battle walking the red carpet, but if they're giving people shit about his dad, then they might as well start reaming her about her parents, too. evander - permafrost - and saraswati - ganga - aren't nearly as wholesome as they appear to be in front of the cameras.)
super school is about a boy who goes to a floating school in the sky despite not having any powers of his own (until he does, indeed, get them) and the friends he makes along the way.
it's loosely based on will's own story. on his adventures at godolkin. on hers, too.
there's a mixer after the movie has been shown. or, at least, khione thinks it's a mixer. it's supposed to be. yet so far, all she's seen is people running for those little buckets with champagne bottles in them.
at the rate this is going, she's going to need to swipe a bottle for herself.
she wants to laugh.
she wants to scream.
she does neither. khione knows how the world works. rather, she knows how the people within this world of glitz and glamor operate. they're giving the people what they want and what they want is her, inverted. she's a queer brown woman and when someone says 'cryokinetic', most people think about a pretty white girl. like ice princess.
it doesn't matter that she and warren are way more complex. that there is more to them and to their story than opposite elements coming together (in more ways than one).
is it any surprise, then, that khione ends up on the first floor of the club slash cinema vought had rented out for the night, leaning on the railing, observing rather than joining in?
ā thereās nothing more horrifying than a miracle, ā says a voice from beside her and khione shudders. hopes that she can convince the owner of the voice is because of the cold and not because of her light and warmth, something she's always been drawn to.
(out of everyone on the seven, perhaps a bit hypocritically because a-train deserves his dues too, khione has always been obsessed with queen maeve - almost everyone's queer awakening, she's sure, even though hers is lava girl - and with starlight. so having her stand next to her, talking to her, is absolutely wild.)
"true," khione shoots back, seemingly without thinking, keeping her eyes trained on magenta and zach on the makeshift dancefloor, "and there's nothing so undoing as the person - or people - behind the miracle."
a beat and then: "thanks for making an appearance; i appreciate that. and you."
