Fast Cars and Beautiful People

[magnetic_fire]

Erik paused in front of a full-length mirror in the penthouse he leased for whenever he had business in New York City. He frowned at his suit, concentrated for a moment, then considered the effect the change had on his look. Satisfied, he tucked in his handkerchief, grabbed his keys, checked his wallet, and then headed out of the apartment, arming

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[agodlesscommie]

It's hard not to see what's going on at the front door.

"Bozshe moi," he says to himself as he sees Rogue for the first time in weeks.

With Magneto.

Dressed for an elegant evening out.

The stab of guilt almost buckles his knees.

[magnetic_fire]

Magneto quirked a silver eyebrow at the mutant.

"Добрый вечер." he said pleasantly, his pronounciation and accent flawless.

[_steelmagnolia_]

Rogue turns to look toward Piotr at the sound of his voice. Her hands end up folded together at her middle, expression pleasant but the worry can be seen beneath.

[agodlesscommie]

His eye twitches slightly as his greatest fear about being honest with Rogue is unfolding as a reality right before his eyes.

He's celebrated Chanukkah with this man. Before that, he had a hopeful conversation with him in Genosha, when he was there to deal with the aftermath of the Genegineer's work on his friends... on Illyana.

There has been no sign that he has strayed from the path they had spoken of. Even after the Genoshan tragedy.

Still... it is impossible for anyone living in this building to see the face of Erik Lensherr and not react with concern and trepidation.

He swallows before he can speak. Taking a deep breath and stepping to the doorway. A hand extended in greeting.

"Good evening to you. I am glad that you are well."

Honor their conversations. Remember the hope. Stop thinking about Rogue saying "Ah'm not just gonna run off with him."

[magnetic_fire]

Erik took the offered hand and shook it. "Quite well, thank you. And to you as well." he said. His history with the Clan Raputin was ... tenuous. And more than a little tortured.

"Do you think that you might be free later? For coffee?" he asked, surprising even himself.

[_steelmagnolia_]

Rogue is watching silent and wide-eyed. Her lips are pressed together tightly. As they shake hands, she takes a step back from both of them, giving them and herself a little bit more space.

[agodlesscommie]

His jaw clenches for a moment.

Finally, he glances to Rogue, to try to read her eyes.

"I... do not wish to intrude on your evening."

[magnetic_fire]

The signs she were putting out were subtle to a casual observer, but to someone who could watch the silver fire of nerve impulses course under the skin, her agitation was like a bolt from on high.

"Прощайте, Piotr Nikolaiovitch." he said to the Russian mutant. "Perhaps we shall have that coffee another day." he offered.

Baby steps towards the future. Inch towards daylight.

[_steelmagnolia_]

"Ah can wait. Yah wanted tah talk to the Professor." Rogue smiles, wanting Erik to have a chance to smooth things over - if such a thing is possible. "Ah can go look at the car."

There is a glance toward Piotr and the smile holds. She is still very happy for him. Just to see him now... is hard.

[magnetic_fire]

"I did." he said with a smile for her. "Feel free to go and admire the car." he said with a wink - and floated her the keys. "Try not to leave without me." he suggested mildly.

[agodlesscommie]

Piotr steps back and away, leaving them to their conversation and plans.

She is far too young for him, he thinks, as his gaze lingers on Rogue for a short while.

[_steelmagnolia_]

Rogue pauses before taking the keys out of the air.

"You have the tickets. Ah can't leave without yah."

Looking to Piotr she keeps smiling, though the expression is different, "We can talk later. If you'd like." Continuing to hold the gaze, she steps through the doorway, toward the car.