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It's where my demons hide. || Self-para

Magneto didn’t want to see anyone. Not even the ones he considered his friends. H was keeping himself in a room for almost a week, if it wasn’t more time. His hand runed through the reddish beard he let grow without shaving for a few days, he was holding the metal helmet with his other hand, the one that once belonged to the man who murdered his mother behind him for not moving a small coin. Sometimes he wondered if things would have been different if he had moved the coin, but then he realised those men were Nazis. They didn’t know the word ‘compassion’. Magneto didn’t know it either, he didn’t hesitate when he left his best friend and probably the only person who really trusted in on the beach on Cuba, and the man still considered his friend. No, he was Erik’s friend. Magneto doesn’t have friends. Magneto doesn’t trust anyone.

Magneto put the helmet on his head. The helmet represented everything he hated, though he didn’t know why he didn’t want to stop wearing it. Protection against telepaths was only an excuse. The helmet represented the difference between Erik and Magneto. Erik still had family, a friend and something to fight for, while Magneto didn’t care about anyone else than the mutant rights and his own interests. While Erik could still feel compassion for humans, Magneto wanted to eradicate them. Erik loved Pietro, Wanda, Lorna, his friend Charles, and even Magda. Magneto only loved himself. Magneto was him. Erik died in Cuba when he killed Shaw. Erik didn’t exist anymore.

"Ich bin Magneto." He said, standing up and looking at himself in the mirror. His disheveled look along with the helmet made him look different. Darker.

#self para #it's short but I felt like writing something

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Empire Magazine X-Men Days of Future Past: Erik Lehnsherr & Charles Xavier

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Oh um, sorry. I didn’t mean to disrupt you.

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It's fine, I guess.

Hello, Dr. Banner.

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Magneto

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I have not yet had the chance to download a map. Can someone point me towards the South Wing?

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Hello, Vision. The South Wing is not hard to find. There's a reason why is called South Wing.

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#sunystarter #yeah he's practicing yoga now #ignore text #and the prisioner uniform

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A different path. A darker path

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Charles could only smile at the thought of Erik and a dog. “But I’m sure you’d want to have some time with her alone, just so you can get acquainted with her,” The last thing he wanted was to get the puppy to get too used with him. From what Charles could tell, the puppies were growing used to him, and it meant that the possibility of them being difficult for their new owners. Of course, the professor wasn’t helping the process by coddling them at every step possible; but Charles couldn’t help himself. They were extremely precious, and he just couldn’t say no to them when they wanted to jump into sleep with him in his bed. By the end of it all, however, Charles still wanted them out, because it wouldn’t be fair to the pups. He wouldn’t have time to care for the dogs, and they deserved much more than what he could provide for them. “I appreciate your words, however. Thank you.” Charles smiled. He appreciated that the other wasn’t going to bother him again. “I would much prefer it if you warned me first,”

"Well, so long as you don’t wake me up with stolen pianos, I’m sure everything would be fine," At least he hoped he would be fine. In truth, he shouldn’t have trusted Erik as much as he did, but this was his friend. He couldn’t help but to trust a friend. He would even go as far as to call Erik his brother if he had the choice. "The more company the better, and I shan’t finish this bottle off alone," Especially with how much alcohol he had in his body already. He hoped that he had enough medication, and he actually remembered to take them before passing out.

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"We'll probably have plenty of time together after I take her to my room. Probably while destroying all my books and eating all my food, like all the animals do. I still don't know how did you convince me to keep her." Having a little puppy wasn't exactly part of his plans, in fact he was starting to think that giving him a puppy was one of his attempts to make him desist of his plans, perhaps a spark of hope on him, it was something that Charles would do. But what could he do? He couldn't just say no to her, even when he tried. "My musical abilities were not good enough for you?" He joked. Erik wasn't the type of person who would make jokes of his failures, he blamed the alcohol. "As you probably know, I learned how to play the piano when I was a child, my mother taught me how to do it, though I never perfectionated it. I couldn't say the same about my voice." He shrugged, laughing slightly. "It won't happen again. That was humilliating, but at least I learned something from that day." He took his glass and one of the bottles, and filled his glass with some of the wine he was thinking of reject moments ago. "You are a great kisser."

Erik left the bottle on the table before drinking of his glass, the wine wasn't bad. It was actually good. "I wouldn't be a good friend if I let you finish the bottle alone, would I?" They already drank almost half of the bottle if he was right, and he knew how the alcohol affected Charles, he had witnessed it before, so it would be better if Erik decided to stay in there, and perhaps he could make sure Charles won't pass out. "You have a good wine here, Charles. Where is it from?"

#sorry for shortness #and if it doesn't make sense #i know this one doesn't #but i can always rewrite if it doesn't #p:charles