Prompt #225
Based on TM canon. Tm_rogue borrowed with permission.
"Do not the most moving moments of our lives find us without words?" Marcel Marceau.
Erik is settling back into himself, settling back into being Magneto. It's harder than he thought.
He stills dreams about prison. Rogue is there, beside him, and she wakes up and murmurs something and curls next to him. The bed is comfortable, and the blankets are warm and thick, and the memory of slick plastic and recycled air is far away.
He voraciously reads the paper, the news on the Internet. He feels metal everywhere and he waves his hand, makes it leap to his will. He touches Rogue like she is something precious, because she is. Sometimes, in lieu of speaking, he touches the metal bracelet at her wrist and makes it vibrate against her skin. It's not words, but it's all he's got.
Erik does not talk about Pyro. He does not think about his children, how they must hate him (again). He does not talk much about the Brotherhood, about the future. He has thoughts, of course, about what should be done. Every article in the paper gives him targets, taunts him with possibilities.
He doesn't mention them to anyone. He's still afraid he's too angry, and that it wouldn't be a righteous statement but a personal attack. He's starting to wonder, in the dark when he can't sleep and he's had no nightmares to wake up Anna, if there ever was a difference.
"Do not the most moving moments of our lives find us without words?" Marcel Marceau.
Erik is settling back into himself, settling back into being Magneto. It's harder than he thought.
He stills dreams about prison. Rogue is there, beside him, and she wakes up and murmurs something and curls next to him. The bed is comfortable, and the blankets are warm and thick, and the memory of slick plastic and recycled air is far away.
He voraciously reads the paper, the news on the Internet. He feels metal everywhere and he waves his hand, makes it leap to his will. He touches Rogue like she is something precious, because she is. Sometimes, in lieu of speaking, he touches the metal bracelet at her wrist and makes it vibrate against her skin. It's not words, but it's all he's got.
Erik does not talk about Pyro. He does not think about his children, how they must hate him (again). He does not talk much about the Brotherhood, about the future. He has thoughts, of course, about what should be done. Every article in the paper gives him targets, taunts him with possibilities.
He doesn't mention them to anyone. He's still afraid he's too angry, and that it wouldn't be a righteous statement but a personal attack. He's starting to wonder, in the dark when he can't sleep and he's had no nightmares to wake up Anna, if there ever was a difference.