THERE ARE NO HEROES OR VILLAINS.

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THERE ARE NO HEROES OR VILLAINS.
i want a completely platonic girl/guy friendship like super super close best friends minus the whole “we’ve been in love with each other our entire lives but haven’t worked up the courage to say anything” factor like just straight up best friends !! like being each other’s wingman/woman !! changing in front of each other bc they’re comfortable w/ each other it’s whatever !! being attached at the hip !! sleepovers all the time !! late night drives to nowhere screaming to the overplayed song on the radio !! best friends who would literally take a bullet for each other !! please !! give me this !!
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STRANGER !
You know how masks work. They’re not for hiding. They’re for not being recognized in plain sight. He exhales a thin veil of smoke over his face with eyes lingering on Hank. Or, somewhere just left of Hank’s face. Some invisible point.
Hand extended with the cigarette filter pinched between finger and thumb, offering a drag.
“You want it?”
( he really hopes he doesn’t look as exasperatedly surprised as he feels; there’s a hesitation on his feature, & he merely glances at the offered thing(?) with something you could probably call fear. )
‘ um, thanks -- but no thanks; i don’t smoke. `
( he can’t even really see the other. )
JOSEPHINE !
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I don’t know if that’s really the conversation you want to have.
( he falters for a minute, & soon settles on maintaining an awkward sort of silence; for the next minute or so -- elegant, really. )
‘ right, i shouldn’t have asked. `
YOU CAN’T BE LIKE THEM IF YOU HATE YOURSELF FOR IT.
MAGNETO !
❛ JUST FINE, ❜
his own distaste registers as an opposing reaction; a G R I N formed from the remnants of a hidden grimace that does nothing to soften harsh features. one shoulder lifts and falls in a noncommittal gesture, head canted in APPRAISAL. questions spring to mind ( what of charles? and raven? ); the sort he dares not utter aloud for the sake of his own pride… but truly, where has pride gotten him?
❛ & how’s the crippling sense of self-loathing? ❜
( the tightened ends of his lips lose some of their tension, & once taut cheeks relax to become something less antagonizing. his eyes flicker, from magneto’s eyes to the ground, and they remain focused on the cracks of the sidewalk; the hints of a smile, albeit of a patronizing sort, tug at the frames of his features. he offers a nonchalant lift of the shoulders, & a subtle discomfort at the other’s query remains markedly apparent in the younger’s mind. yet, hank takes the ill-intended question as though it were meant genuinely. )
‘ i’m glad. & much better, actually -- thank you for asking. `
( the cowardice keeps him from spitting out a few other things -- never thought you’d actually consider to inquire about the well being of others, even if you’re doing it out of spite. )
poly ships are so perfect and i wish there was more. i wish there were more fics exploring three people falling in love, or two people building a friendship and growing closer because they’re both in love with the same person. i want art and head canons and all of it. there’s so much that’s untapped because not enough people seem to want to go in that direction and it’s really sad
PROMETHEUS STOLE FIRE, I STOLE SOMETHING BETTER
listen up. this is your god speaking.
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cxrebral * )
( he’s fiddling with his fingers, thin digits wringing together in a way reminiscent of a child’s. there’s a sort of smile on his face, & he offers a half shrug before he speaks. )
‘ charles -- i might need a bit of help with something i’m working on. `
wandawitch * )
‘ i’m looking for peter, do you know him? gray hair, fast. `
magnetance * )
( he does not wear distaste well, & the expression upon his face is nigh unbecoming. however, it’s quick to dissolve into something closer to a frown; lips pursing & eyebrows furrowing, his face becomes a reminiscence of surprise. one does not expect to run into magneto on the street. )
‘ how’s the neck ? `
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ooc. so i’m actually probably not going to continue the threads i had before this second reboot and so, yea. but if we are mutuals i’ll write you a thing again if you’d like. 0-:
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( he looks at the stranger with a sort of exasperated expression. )
` if you’re here for xavier’s school, you’re a bit early. ’