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telepathyys‌:

charles nods along to erik’s explanation. all totally understandable. there have been times when the distance that grew between them seemed impossible to overcome. whatever they had before had seemed impossible, a fantasy at most. but now that things are going well, it’s a genuine possibility. and that, somehow, makes it feel that much more terrifying. there is something to mess up again. it’s been a long time since there was anything left between the two of them to get wrong. if everything’s wrong, what more is there to lose ?? there is so much to lose now.

charles watches the side of erik’s face intently when he mentions the difficulty of these matters. and it reminds him so much of the erik he first met, a shining star threatening to collapse in on itself. these matters have always been difficult for erik, and there was a time that charles knew how to push through that, how to offer erik adoration without scruples. “ erik, ” charles begins, gentle and strong all at once, “ we intend to offer everyone a chance to leave the past behind here. we’re offering forgiveness to even the worst among us. can we not – can’t we offer that to each other, too ?? ” charles takes one of erik’s hands in both of his and fixes his gaze on the couple of scars erik wears on his knuckles. “ forget the past. what do you see in the future ?? ”

despite how he may have longed for something like this once more, erik hadn’t imagined it would ever be a possibility. he and charles had far too many differences in their ideals, always seemed too far away from one another even when on the same side. even those times, when possible, things had seemed far too important to risk anything lest it all fall apart once more. even now, with that possibility before them, he was more than hesitant. there was so much at stake before them -- their future in the balance. erik hardly wanted to put his own selfish desires before anything else.

he’s silent, listening to every word. gaze slides down to the hands grasping his own, expression slowly softening. there was no denying how much he had missed all of this, how much he yearned for it. charles had always been that one for him even despite all their differences over the years. his equal in every single way. slowly head tilts up as he peers carefully at charles. “i -- see a future where all of us can live in peace. where this works, where we win.” a pause. “and i want you by my side in it, charles. not like this. more. there’s no denying that nothing has faded over the years.”

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flcmethrower‌:

“ similar ?? aren’t you too old to die young ?? ” john asks, returning the smirk with ease. john scratches the back of his neck now, expression faltering. he tries not to think too hard about the answer to that question. john…well, he’s not unique. he’s not unique for having died, and he’s not unique for having come back. so he should be fine – there shouldn’t be any issues. but shoulds and shouldn’ts aren’t doing him any favors right now. “ i mean, i’m good. look at all this, ” john says, gesturing around vaguely while the other hand flicks a lighter compulsively. “ this is the dream. and i’m fuckin’ jazzed i get to see it. ” but. there’s no but that john can give words, too, because he doesn’t quite understand it himself. and, god, of all the people to tell that he’s tired and shaken – magneto is pretty lowdown on the list. guy’s seen horrors untold, john’s problems are fucking minuscule comparatively.

“let’s not bring my age into this now.” while he may look younger than he is, john isn’t exactly wrong in the statement. gaze roams around the scenery, giving a small nod. none of this would ever get old, that much he knew. krakoa was utterly beautiful, a dream home for them all. though it is a time of great joy, erik knows not everything can be erased. trauma will always follow them no matter where they call home. “i’m glad you’re able to see it as well, john.” a pause as his gaze focuses back on the other. “but how are you holding up with everything else?? certainly not the easiest thing to adjust to, being back.”

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telepathyys‌:

charles decides that erik’s honesty has earned him some leeway. in all sincerity, charles feels a sort of matching anxiety about this. he knows what he wants to say, what he wants to ask for, but all of the sudden the words dry up in his mouth. why is it so difficult? “ come sit with me, ” charles requests, frustrated by the distance. “ can i ask you what it is making you hesitate ?? i didn’t mean for this to be a conversation for you to dread, or even to worry about. i just..feel as though we’ve been dancing around this conversation for…for a while, truly. ”

he’s moving even before all of the words had finished, settling himself down beside charles. closeness had never been an issue between them, even whenever they were at odds. those times, though more enemies than not, things were far more complicated than what it appeared on the outside. the two of them had numerous ups and downs throughout the years. despite it all, that history between the two of them could never be erased. “it’s not quite that.” erik is fully aware of how they’ve been dancing around all of this for far too long now. they’re both at fault for it in the end. “i just -- these matters are... difficult for me,” he admits softly, gaze flickering away from charles. “we know how things have ended in the past. but i’m willing to have this conversation.”

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telepathyys‌:

charles, truthfully, doesn’t know what he was thinking when he suggested they talk upon erik’s homecoming. and charles has to pause for a moment to think of how nice it is to consider this a homecoming. the pleasant warmth that comes with the implications of that helps put charles at ease just a little. and the knowledge that erik has been stalling is funny somehow, instead of troublesome. charles keeps his distance from erik’s mind without explicit permission, but that doesn’t stop him from picking up on the others who have seen erik around. “ was your trip delayed ?? ” charles asks, a picture of innocent curiosity. “ i was expecting you a while ago. ”

for as long as the two of them have known one another, erik isn’t foolish enough to think he could get around lying whenever it came to charles. even with the helmet on, they just knew one another far too well. he hadn’t bothered changing from his more normal clothing, or bothered with the helmet. it wasn’t needed at the moment, after all. and besides, he trusted the other enough not to invade his privacy without permission. there was no reason to break that. not here. “not quite.” a simple shrug as he shifts closer. “i think we both know that isn’t the case, even if you haven’t been in my head.” he’s not certain of what to say, or what to admit to. his initial thoughts on talking could easily have been misguided. “i was hesitant to speak, if i’m to be completely honest.”

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no, he most certainly had not been stalling to see charles since his return. absolutely not. the mention of talking was hardly something that would give erik pause, given that he had a bit of an idea where said conversation might end up. no matter how he may appear to others, there was always something about charles that made him act the complete opposite of the norm. eventually erik knew he needed to see charles, and after a bit of ( not ) stalling, he decided to finally go and find the other. they had matters to discuss, after all. “charles, it’s good to see you.” / @telepathyys

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jgrvys‌:

jean relished at little moments of peace and quiet, just to relax without someone screaming about an unknown threat or someone accidentally breaking something. it was precisely the reason she had taken a part time job at a local book store. sitting on the stool behind the counter, the red head mutant rest her head in her palm as she continued to read through her book before looking up as she heard the bell at the door chime. smiling warmly at the other, “how can i help you today?”

there had been a time in his life where erik had attempted to blend in and start a new chapter. a new name, a new beginning. a normal life. clearly none of that had ever been in the cards for him no matter how much he had wished it to be. that life had, quite literally, burned away. while he would certainly never make such an attempt again, he could understand why others might. curiosity had led him to the bookstore more than anything else, clad in considerably more normal clothing than erik donned on a typical day. easier for people not to realize who he was without the helmet to give it away. “jean,” he greets. “i was in the neighborhood, figured i might stop in to see what this shop had in offering.”

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wiitchcrafty‌:

“ well – ” wanda is inexplicably nervous to broach the subject, anxious of what the answer might be. “ walk with me, ” she requests, just for something to do with the nervous, jittery energy she’s been harboring for weeks. “ i just – i want to understand what’s happening, ” she starts, “ and i know for all of our issues, you’re usually honest with me. and i know, believe me, i understand, that i can’t know the entirety of what’s happening. i’d never… ”

“ erik, i know how much what i did lead you all to this point. i don’t intend to involve myself, to interfere. i just want to understand. is this…safe? the rumors of these miracle drugs – is that even true ?? or a ruse ?? ” wanda has long since come to terms with the simple fact of this: regardless of the genetics involved, wanda is never going to step foot on krakoa. it’d be spitting in the face of what they’re trying to do. wanda might feel at odds with the x-men more often than not, but she understands, empathizes deeply with the plight.

“of course.” arms fold behind his back as he sets an even pace. erik had assumed the conversation would go into this realm given the enormity of it all. while he had attempted a similar feat once before, this far surpassed anything that had been done with genosha. everything was changing in the world -- they were finally making a stand that would change their fate once and for all. “i understand wanting to know what is happening. this is a lot to take in after what we have all been through.” a pause as his gaze flickers over towards his daughter.

“all of the past is being forgiven. no matter what has been done, no matter the damage -- everyone is welcome.” despite his words, erik knew wanda wasn’t ever going to agree to it. as much as he wanted his daughter to be a part of this new world, he knew it would happen. his thoughts roam to what charles showed him that fateful day they finally came together. all the lives lived, all the horrors and losses. we always lose. eyes close for a brief moment before his attention is focused back onto wanda. “this is the only way we can ensure the future of mutants. i can assure you, it is safe and these miracle drugs are all true. we’ve not made it up. we have our plans, and everything is to ensure that mutants will survive and prosper. we deserve rights just as everyone else does.”

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telepathyys‌:

charles’ smile turns soft for a moment when erik concedes and removes the helmet. he looks away after a few moments of marveling. little concessions still surprise charles, pleasantly of course. he has a thousand more thoughts on the matter, and it’s incredibly lucky that erik isn’t a mind-reader. “ you’re good at intuiting things about people, though. and you know me better than most. ” charles rifles around in the bottom drawer of his desk, draws out two crystal tumblers and a bottle of amber liquid. “ do you feel like a drink ?? ”

a small nod is giving in concession. charles isn’t wrong, he has always had a bit of a talent with that. erik certainly didn’t need to read a person’s mind in order to understand them. a skill that came in handy as a leader, one he was grateful came naturally. “certainly. though i’ve known you for a great many years. hardly a surprise i know you so well.” the fact that charles knows erik just as well is left unsaid. it’s obvious, even without the mind reading. gaze roams over the bottle for a moment, allowing himself to relax a bit more. “i could go for one. think we could allow ourselves to enjoy the small victories so far.”

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flcmethrower‌:

@magnctowasright

“ ya know - of all the ways i figured shit would go, this has all been kind of bottom of the list. ” he isn’t complaining, mind you. but he’s just – endlessly baffled by this turn of events. he doesn’t get a peak at the motivations, and he certainly doesn’t understand the professor’s sudden change of heart, but the future suddenly in front of them. it fills like one full of hope. “ i figured, ya know. live fast, die young situation. ” and he did, but he figured he’d get another chance to die young, and this time he’d do it right. but for the first time, it’s starting to look like a plan has the legs to go the distance. “ i’m digging the white look, ” he adds, gesturing to the cape. “ look like you’re going to the world’s weirdest wedding. in a good way. ”

the sentiment was one that erik shared as well. in all his years, and despite yearning, he had never imagined he and charles would align as they have done. he could only imagine what so many of them thought about the situation, knowing the history. this was the only was for them to succeed, erik knew that. he had seen the horrors of what had happened, and what could happen. “i must say, the thought is similar to my own. seems things have a way of working themselves out, especially whenever it comes to ensuring the survival of mutant kind. people can change.” and oh, how people and things had changed. amusement flickers in his gaze, a hint of a smirk forming. “i’ll certainly take the compliment, thank you. how have you been managing with everything??”

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telepathyys‌:

charles levels a glare at the helmet, like it’s done something to personally offend him. “ erik, that is not a bit of silence. that’s the telepathic equivalent to driving into wall at sixty miles per hour, ” he says sourly, but a smile finds its way to his face anyway. if it were a bit of silence, charles might not hate it so much. – he still would, actually, strike that. “ wait, are you admitting there’s a talent that you don’t possess ?? how unlike you, erik. ”

ah, there it is. that deep hatred for, more or less, an inanimate object. never ceases to bring a faint smirk to erik’s features. he may be fully aware of the other’s feelings on it, though it hardly stops him. still, for the moment he can concede. hands reaching up for the helmet, he slides it off, carefully lowering it to the desk. his mind still shouldn’t be an issue, erik had worked decades to build up his walls enough. at least he could offer some silence, even if it could be broken should charles, or any other telepath, desire. “i can hardly read minds, charles. not considered a talent if i don’t posses such a power. i can only ever do so when you grant me that permission.”

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beholdingslut

They tell me, shaking their heads: ‘You should be kinder. You are somehow furious.’ I used to be kind. It didn’t last long.

Yevgeny Yevtushenko, Fury ( via agooduniverse )

#♜ | magneto was right ( musings )

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#♜ | hero. savior. terrorist. villain ( self )#murder tw #violence tw #god this quote #it's so good #*

wiitchcrafty‌:

@ magnctowasright.

“ father. ” there’s some attempt made to address him mildly, at least. why wanda’s sought out this encounter is…beyond her own understanding. for once, there’s nothing – horrible about what he’s doing. wanda has her hesitations about it, but she’s also well aware that she’s the last person on earth that should get a say in the lives of mutants.

but the paranoid part of her, the thing gnawing at the back of her mind, is waiting with baited breath. waiting for the horrible twist sure to come. it’s wrong to assume it will be erik’s fault. once bitten, twice shy. as always, to look at erik is to be filled with discordant feelings. love and pity and hope and hate. is he happy, she wonders despite herself. wanda draws a shaky breath and tries for kindness. “ – you look well. ” god, she sounds like she’s meeting an old school friend for coffee, awkward and stilted. but to see erik like this, shining in white, makes something in wanda’s throat stick.

“ i was…i was hoping you had time to talk. i know this new…diplomacy keeps you busy, so i can be quick. ”

“wanda.” a small part of him is a bit surprised, seeing his daughter her before him. their relationship is hardly easy -- far more complicated than anything else. more so on his part than anything else. there were many actions in the past erik had grown to regret in the years since. ridiculous, selfish acts that should never have been carried out no matter how he had tried to believe in them. things were changing now. their world was changing. perhaps it was time for the relationships with his children to start changing as well.

he can hardly blame her for the awkward, stinted words. it had been some time since the two of them had seen one another, and hardly on friendly terms. “as do you,” he responds lightly. and, really, despite the awkwardness of the situation erik is more than delighted to see wanda. while things have hardly been easy since their entire plan had begun, he felt far happier than normal. things finally felt like they were going in the right direction in mutant lives. “hardly a need to be quick. i have all the time you desire. what did you wish to speak about??”

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telepathyys‌:

@magnctowasright

charles is quiet as he removes cerebro. incredible, though the tool is, it’s not exactly the most comfortable fashion accessory. he doesn’t know how exactly erik’s been doing it for decades. and with hair, too. brave soul. he sits the device down on his desk gingerly and squeezes the bridge of his nose. “ am i being ridiculous, or is it exceptionally loud today ?? ” it’s probably more to do with the process of exerting more telepathic force than he’s used to, honestly. it’s been a strenuous week to say the least.

gaze peers carefully at the other, silent if only for the moment. he knows full well how much charles had pushing himself as of late. sacrifices were necessary in these designs, though it hardly helped the concern that bristled just below the surface. “i wouldn’t quite know. not one of my many talents.” faint, amused smile pushes up the corners of his lips. “if you need some reprieve, perhaps focus on a bit of silence right now.” finger lightly taps against the helmet, much a part of him as anything else. “you need a small break, at the very least.”

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tag dump

#♜ | hero. savior. terrorist. villain ( self )#♜ | magneto was right ( musings )#♜ | i want you by my side ( charles )#♜ | we’re like bookends of the same soul ( charles & erik )#♜ | you’re an exquisite creature ( mystique )#♜ | blood calls to blood i suppose ( family )#♜ | peace was never an option ( ask )#♜ | mankind has always feared what it doesn’t understand ( meme )#♜ | you want queue to accept you. but you can’t even accept yourself ( queue )#♜ | his strength within ( magda )#♜ | we are the ones. we get knocked down. we get back up and stand above the crowd ( the brotherhood )

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