Elizabeth "Betsy" Glorianna Braddock | "Psylocke" (psi_butterfly) wrote in x_aftermath_x, |
"I love you too," she replied, sighing a little, "so, so much."
Her own eyes had closed at some point after that was said. She wasn't sleeping, but merely resting her eyes.
Betsy would always love her brother. Always.
He was her ideal.
He was the man she compared all potential suitors to - which might've come off as a bit strange (or creepy) to some, but Betsy never thought of it that way. Really, why shouldn't she compare other men to him? He was strong, loyal, dependable, and he had a good sense of humor. He was also a gentleman - that was probably one of the most important qualities she looked for her.
"You're stuck with me, love."
Her hand went to rest upon his stomach for the moment, while she reopened her eyes and looked back up him. She smiled.