Fic: No More (Magneto, 10 of Swords)
Title: No More
Author: willowaus
Fandom: X-men, 616 comicverse
Pairings/Characters: Magneto
Summary: The night of Anya's death
Rating: K+
Tarot: 10 of Swords
The wind whipped around him, snow stinging his eyes as he pressed on, leaving behind chaos and death. His footsteps were weary, exhaustion threatening to take hold as he made his way deeper into the woods. An eerie silence followed him, the moonlight that had been his only guide covered by dark clouds. He fell to his knees, letting out a deep guttural cry, his anguish and hatred billowing forth for anyone to hear.
His ash covered face was streaked with signs of fallen tears, but no more would come, his mouth setting into a grim expression, blue eyes narrowing in uncontained fury. Energy rippled around him as he laid down the body of his only child, his light. Another cry escaped his mouth, damning those who had murdered her, damning her mother for leaving after he had dealt with the men, damning himself for all that had occurred.
He leaned his head against the girl’s once soft curls, silently cursing the god he had turned his back on long ago. She did not deserve this fate. His hands began clawing at the earth, digging a makeshift grave, wishing for her to find peace. The snow numbed his fingers but he paid no notice, continuing until the hole was big enough. His child was as light as ever but it took all of his strength to pick her back up, cradling her lifeless body against his chest.
Slowly, he laid her back down, rage filling him as he placed the dirt back over her body. The moonlight slowly made its appearance again and he looked down wearily at his hands, noting his bloodied fingers. His mouth opened again, intent on voicing his frustration, his hurt, but no sound escaped and he fell upon the fresh grave, silently crying for the death of his last shred of innocence.
Author: willowaus
Fandom: X-men, 616 comicverse
Pairings/Characters: Magneto
Summary: The night of Anya's death
Rating: K+
Tarot: 10 of Swords
The wind whipped around him, snow stinging his eyes as he pressed on, leaving behind chaos and death. His footsteps were weary, exhaustion threatening to take hold as he made his way deeper into the woods. An eerie silence followed him, the moonlight that had been his only guide covered by dark clouds. He fell to his knees, letting out a deep guttural cry, his anguish and hatred billowing forth for anyone to hear.
His ash covered face was streaked with signs of fallen tears, but no more would come, his mouth setting into a grim expression, blue eyes narrowing in uncontained fury. Energy rippled around him as he laid down the body of his only child, his light. Another cry escaped his mouth, damning those who had murdered her, damning her mother for leaving after he had dealt with the men, damning himself for all that had occurred.
He leaned his head against the girl’s once soft curls, silently cursing the god he had turned his back on long ago. She did not deserve this fate. His hands began clawing at the earth, digging a makeshift grave, wishing for her to find peace. The snow numbed his fingers but he paid no notice, continuing until the hole was big enough. His child was as light as ever but it took all of his strength to pick her back up, cradling her lifeless body against his chest.
Slowly, he laid her back down, rage filling him as he placed the dirt back over her body. The moonlight slowly made its appearance again and he looked down wearily at his hands, noting his bloodied fingers. His mouth opened again, intent on voicing his frustration, his hurt, but no sound escaped and he fell upon the fresh grave, silently crying for the death of his last shred of innocence.