#lightichor

                            ​❛   i can’t sleep,  not  yet,   ❜  head twist in his direction as raven locks become a mess as she tried many times to fall asleep but her slumber doesn’t come easy. with those words coming to an end, she gazes back towards the ceiling that’s replaced with the image of her own room   ​❛   home,   ❜  she  points, her arm lifts, as her finger leads his eye upwards. 

                       Within a group, mija usually acts more as a background figure, someone who sits in and listens to every conversation.  She doesn’t necessarily take an immediate role due to her age but if required for aid, she’d use her gifts to the best of her ability. In the mutant underground, you can find mija sitting on top of a table or on the floor with the groups dog, tucked between her arm.  Before she familiarized herself with everyone, she tended to stick in a corner and camouflage herself, barely moving unless she needed to eat or use the bathroom. As soon as she figured that these people were also close in her fathers work, Mija opened up to the group. It doesn’t matter, whether your mutant or not, Mija was raised in a tight knit community, familiar with people she’s known as a child so any new faces takes time, unless she’s put in a situation that she solely depends on you. 

    shoulders shrink,  considering how his abilities manifested during a moment of stress and the threat above his head.  he hated that feeling but the young male wanted to learn to control his gifts without clinging to moments of stress to trigger it.  with a little guidance, even with his sisters words, the young mutant tried to tap into a part of his head that was clam and serene.  he knew he could move objects but what was that other feeling? one that trembled his inner core? connected to the earth.  eyes closed, breathing in and out, toes curl as he concentrated hard enough to blur the noise except the older males voice.        at first, it was soft, a small vibration before he slowly elevated the vibration to a minor earthquake. wandering eyes watch from above, the young mutant discovering more than one mutation within himself, an advantage to turn the tables.