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Who: Magnus and Pietro
What: Father and Son share a lot. In this case, being all Emo
Where: The dread House of M
When: Five AM-ish, the friday before Mags and Billy take their trip
Warnings: It's Magnus and Pietro - so...family drama?
Magnus sat in the doorway to his study, small metal sheets crumbled around him like paper, a bottle of whiskey on the floor, about a third emptied and a mostly ignored glass, half full, in his hand. He was aware Pietro wasn't home yet, and dimly aware that it was late, but couldn't quite manage to rouse himself enough to go fetch the boy. Instead a crumbled sheet lifted itself, smoothed and thinned midair and formed a woman's face.
Magda. A pretty woman but her face contorted, turning from the sweet face of the woman he'd married to a look of horror, mouth open, as if screaming - the way she'd looked at him last. Angrily, it crumbled and flung away, rolling through the house until it hit a wall, leaving a slight dent.
What: Father and Son share a lot. In this case, being all Emo
Where: The dread House of M
When: Five AM-ish, the friday before Mags and Billy take their trip
Warnings: It's Magnus and Pietro - so...family drama?
Magnus sat in the doorway to his study, small metal sheets crumbled around him like paper, a bottle of whiskey on the floor, about a third emptied and a mostly ignored glass, half full, in his hand. He was aware Pietro wasn't home yet, and dimly aware that it was late, but couldn't quite manage to rouse himself enough to go fetch the boy. Instead a crumbled sheet lifted itself, smoothed and thinned midair and formed a woman's face.
Magda. A pretty woman but her face contorted, turning from the sweet face of the woman he'd married to a look of horror, mouth open, as if screaming - the way she'd looked at him last. Angrily, it crumbled and flung away, rolling through the house until it hit a wall, leaving a slight dent.