𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒹𝓃𝒶

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For @harlykinns, @thenamesallison, @viiride, @theredconqueror, @niedobitek, & @lilylacey, I plan to continue our threads there. If you want to drop them, please IM me over there so I know. Thanks! :D <3

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viiride:

It does not take long for Suzanna to hunt her down, knowing her daughter better than anyone in the world. Lorna does not want to listen to what she had to say, wanted to just block it all out and be left alone, but her mother had quite the way of getting through to the green-haired girl. They talk for some time, Suzanna apologizing for not telling her daughter the truth and Lorna apologizing for getting so angry. Softly they went back and forth, nearly talking in whispers.

Eventually, Lorna agreed to return to the school. She walked in with a sudden purpose in her step, seeking out the man who was now her FATHER. It did not take her long, thanks to the ever growing talent of her magnetic senses. Slowly she leans upon the doorway, eyes watching him closely.

             ❝  You didn’t know about me, did you?  ❞

               “No.”

He remembered the last time he saw Suzanna. It wasn’t anything dramatic; he just left her sleeping on her bed and never looked back. Erik had thought of leaving a letter, but he didn’t know what to say. Sorry, I can’t let anyone get close to me? I don’t do commitments? Both sounded harsh even though they were true. Instead he let her think of possible scenarios and not one bothered to check in on her. Seeing him might just add to the pain she felt, and he wanted her to move on with her life. 

A child may have swayed him from leaving, but she hadn’t told him about it. Maybe she didn’t know until he was gone. 

The small metal balls swirled around him, faster and faster, until they zoomed onto his palm. Fingers closed over the smooth, cool surface, yet his nails still dug into his palm. 

                  “Should have suspected it, however. I just thought....”

He trailed off. He didn’t dare consider the POSSIBILITY, for Nina hadn’t inherited his ability. She’d developed something else entirely.

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lilylacey:

She nodded, taking the hint, before taking a moment to embrace him, burying her face in his furs for a second. 

“I remember, papa. If I have a child, I will make sure that I bring them to visit you.”

Lilé stepped back, smiling up at him, although it was edged with a little unease. The adolescent was under no illusion that a royal marriage was political, young as she was - yet the palace servants giggling and discussing love had her young heart yearning for that same emotion. What if this son did not cause such a feeling within her?

“I hope he will not be cruel.”

Erik smiled. The idea of him seeing his grandchild was nice, and he looked forward to it. But before THAT could happen, he would need to find her a SUITABLE husband. A few of the princes had already expressed their interest, but they had a LONG way to go before he agreed to have them woo his daughter. She might not have been HIS by blood, but it didn’t matter. His subjects didn’t seem to mind either; they all loved her. 

                      “He shan’t be your husband if he proves ungallant. I intend to choose the                        best suitor for you to wed, provided he meets with YOUR approval.”

Just because she was going to marry for political reasons didn’t mean that she couldn’t have a little say in the matter. SHE was the one who would live with the man, not him, and he felt it was only fair for her to have the final say. The doors opened, and he quickly directed her down one of the side passages that led to her private chambers.

                          “Try not to take too long, child. I doubt that I can regale them with stories                             of my HUNTING EXPEDITIONS for very long.

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thenamesallison:

“Because you understand the pain I’m going through. Besides, isn’t it your prerogative that mutants stick together? This is mutants sticking together. They wanted me because of my powers and killed my parents to try and get me. I’d say this is a mutant cause.” 

Ally could almost see his brain working through the thought process, trying to decide whether or not it was worth his time. When he finally agreed, Ally stopped her pacing and smiled widely, fighting the urge to hug him. “Thank you. That’s all I need; I won’t ask you for more, I promise. Do you want me to get the information I’ve collected so far?”

Well, she was partly right. She was a mutant, and it was her cause. It didn’t concern ALL mutants, but had she been a part of the Brotherhood, he would have agreed EASILY. It was mostly because of how similar their situations were that led him to agree, but he never pointed out that particular idea. There was no turning back anyway, and Erik considered that it was better to help someone than just sit around idly, waiting for something interesting to arrive. 

                        “Please do.”

He made himself comfortable on the chair he was in, and he exhaled slowly, waiting. It was a shame that she had to experience the same thing he did, but there was nothing he could do about that. The only way he could really help was help her find whoever killed her parents, which was what he had just agreed to do. 

[fathercrane]

King Phobos Upon His Throne of Straw | X-Verse

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fathercrane:

✖             Crane hesitated for a moment, unsure if he should be so eager to be mobile with the other man, rather than remaining in the safety of his throne. To stay where he could pretend that he had given himself no disadvantages, and he would not risk anyone learning that his mutations were not merely of the psychic variety. Alliances frequently required c o m p r o m i s e, and this would be his–to risk Magneto learning what Crane hid, in order for Crane to play a role in his own salvation. He could cower well enough, but he was certain that if a cure was synthesized, the law and order that he kept beneath his thumb would revolt against him. The crime boss enjoyed the certain perks when you could murder someone with your mind, through heart attacks and adrenal failure, and the resulting fear that it garnered.                No, Crane could not risk losing that.                ❝ We do. ❞                The threshold was crossed, and glacial eyes looked the other man up and down again with some interest, as if appraising Magneto’s worth to him. An order of protection was a high price to ask, and yet, Magneto seemed to agree to Crane’s terms without a second thought. Crane’s paranoid nature learned toward paranoia, the concern that perhaps Magneto intended to betray him–fueled by the fact that with that helmet on, Magneto was immune to Crane’s powerful attributes. Without his psychic abilities, how could he attack the other man? Remove his gloves and scratch Magneto with his claws? Take away his mask to that he could bite Magneto with his fangs? No sir,not even remotely. At a disadvantage, Crane decided to ensure that they remained on equal playing fields as best he could–he could not afford anything less.                ❝ Additionally, have you any          questions for me? ❞

He shook his head. Maybe it was foolish of him, but he trusted Crane. Well, he trusted him a little. Erik preferred mutants over humans, and he was willing to ally himself with someone like ‘The Scarecrow’ instead of a human. Besides, this was going to benefit the BOTH of them. So while betrayal and treachery weren’t considered, they weren’t fully ignored either. Feeling himself to have overstayed his welcome, he sought to end their meeting on a somewhat POSITIVE note.

                “I’ll keep in touch. Once I have a definite way to get you access to the                  lab and the sample, I’ll let you know.”

A brief, polite smile was offered, and he gave Crane a little bow. With that he left, returning to his hideout in the outskirts of Gotham. It took him and Mystique several days to figure out how to get into the lab, but once he did, he sent Sabretooth ( alias Victor Creed ) to deliver the go-signal and a few relevant papers of the lab’s security system to their ally. 

One of the companies responsible for making and distributing the cure was Wayne Enterprises, which worked with several other organizations to quickly spread the cure throughout the United States. Their plan was to release the cure in a week, so the Brotherhood and, by extension, Crane, didn’t have plenty of time. 

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niedobitek:

          ❝If you’d try it for yourself, you’d see that I am not,                           in any way, easily entertained.❞

Except of course for the fact she is. She just likes the way that those coiled metal rings, gleam and glimmer in the light, toppling down the stairs with a kind of acrobatic finesse that she herself has never quite managed. If anything it’s a welcome distraction, something a little frivolous to pass the time with amidst chores and responsibilities to keep a happy home running. It reminds her a little of the time before the war, when toys hadn’t been some idle memory. The kind of things you’d covet amongst friends and share as part of some grand rite of passage. Her playthings had always been wooden or cloth, so there’s a strange sense of novelty to something so simple and yet simultaneously metallic.

          ❝It’s a lot more exciting than washing up.❞

The way she fawned over the Slinky strongly reminded him of the lively Magda he’d met at the concentration camp. As SHAKEN as he was from his encounter with Schmidt, her smile was enough to coax him from his BLEAK reality. Erik was glad that he finally told her everything; it gave him some kind of CLOSURE with his past. While he wished Schmidt would pay, it no longer consumed him as it once did. 

Erik knelt down and swiped the toy before she could, and he raised it up to the light. Then, almost nonchalantly, he walked up the stairs and set the Slinky on the top step.

                   “ ---- is there another one?”

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"I will." Lilé smiled up at him, hands cupping the mug, finally somewhat contented. "And I promise I won't get ahead of myself like I did on the beach." A hint of laughter in her eyes, hidden a moment later as she took a long sip of chocolate, exhaling. "This is good. Did you make this?" She hadn't ever really seen Erik cook - but then, he probably just used cocoa, if he had made it. Either way, it was delicious. "Best hot chocolate I've had."

@lilylacey | Answered

             “ —- yes.”

Though he didn’t respond to her promise ( he believed that actions always spoke louder than words ), he smiled briefly when she asked him about the hot chocolate. It was probably the ONLY thing he knew how to make. Oh he did help his mother chop vegetables and prepare the ingredients whenever she cooked or baked, but he wasn’t the one who made the food. 

                “Now enough stalling. Good night.”

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Lilé stirred in her papa's arms as he carried her towards the dining hall; big, sleepy eyes blinked up at him, before trying to ascertain where he was going. Yet the moment she smelled food, she knew, and a smile lit her face. Dinner! That was one of her favourite parts of the day. Food was wonderful. "Dinner, papa?" The princess turned her head to look towards the hall. "I'm hungry."

@lilylacey | Answered

            “Fret not. We are almost there.”

And they were: two of his hunting dogs had trotted over to the both of them, their noses twitching as they sniffed at the tiny bundle that was in his arms. One of them even stood on its hindpaws to investigate the mysterious ‘package’, only to bark happily when it realized that it was the princess. The large doors opened at his approach, and the two dogs ran in first, both catching large bones that two of the eaters threw at them. 

              “It appears that the cook has made your favorite. Shall I set you down now?”

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starxshine:

She rolled onto her side, facing him. The room wasn’t particularly big, so it was easy enough for her to stretch a little bit, taking the one hand that wasn’t against his temple into her’s. As best she could, as his hand was bigger.

“They’re alive. Barely. I could feel them, even as they were trying to force me out.” She gave his hand a squeeze. “I don’t know if we can save them, but if we can’t, we can avenge them. Now come lay with me, and I’ll take that headache away for you.”

He wasn’t sure if knowing that they lived was some form of comfort. Maybe it was better that they HAD died so that they wouldn’t know any more pain. Drawn in by her voice and soft touch, he allowed her to pull him into bed with her, pausing only to remove his shoes and socks. 

Erik hadn’t been close to a woman ( besides his mother and Mystique ), and he ended up lying on his back, staring at the ceiling. Snippets of the mutants’ screams echoed in his mind, and he squeezed his eyes shut, as if THAT would take the pain away. 

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theoriginalbloodcountess:

“Shame, I fancied them staring in abject terror when they see the wounds on my body heal themselves.” Nevertheless, the focus was not upon her, but  this mission. If they succeeded, nay, when they succeeded, she held plans to celebrate with a carriage full of virgins. Her eyes flicked towards Victor, amending, she would add him to the carriage if he would enjoy a small vacation to Europe with her.

However, she could plan ahead when the present needed her every ounce of attention. “Victor will be a great asset, for the old ‘damsel in distress’ may help if the senator believes himself to be a hero.” A few ideas came to mind. 

“What is it with humans believing themselves to be heroes when they are truly the villains?,” she asked, reaching into her coat for a vial. “Blood, necessary to spread over my throat and thighs, and plead to him that I was accosted.”

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She looked like she had a plan in mind. Whatever it was, he was sure it would be a SPECTACLE worth witnessing. Erik really didn’t care how Senator Kelly was apprehended, as long as he was made to feel what they felt. Maybe his delayed UNDERSTANDING would be to the mutants’ benefit, though his intentions were to make the senator SUFFER to the utmost. He never forgave a slight against his brethren, no matter how small or large it was. 

The time for sympathy and peace was past. 

WAR loomed ahead, and whoever struck first and the hardest would be the victor.

Yet another VIctor visibly perked up, curious to hear about the Countess’s plans. He wasn’t sure what they were ( he was more of a murderer than a mind reader ), but the very mention of blood hinted at the violent nature of their plot. And he liked it. He liked her. But his place was not to question; he knew he was part of the BRUTE STRENGTH that formed the Brotherhood. He would follow the Countess the instant she left, but until then, he listened to the two converse, plan, and prepare.

Erik flicked at the metal balls that hung on his desk, making them sway to and fro at equal speeds.

                     “They believe themselves to be the heroes because they fail to see                        or acknowledge the tragic truth. They can also be very narrow-                        minded.”