#blinksinpink

[fangsbloodteeth]

@blinksinpink​           She smelled sweet. Like candy. As he watches her from the rooftop, the shadows hiding him as much as they also provided protection for her little hovel for a home, for the milk crates she stacks together into a pathetic house, he takes another deep breath. His eyes flutter close. Oh, but she’s so young, and so confident in herself. He’s seen how she practices with her powers in the park, growing bolder the more often she uses them and the less often that people stare. Coming to believe that this city might be better than her home world.           A faith that Victor is about to shatter.                     He savours that last sweet smell.           The milk crates go flying as he lands on top of them, kicking them every which way, scattering the home she’s managed to build for herself. Before she’s had a chance to process the mountain of a man that’s landed on her, Victor is dragging the blanket off of her body, grabbing for her throat.                     “Hello little lady.”

[mutant-in-red]

@blinksinpink​

          He finds her in the alley, sleeping behind a wall of milk crates, a tarp draped over her corner in a sad mimicry of a lean to. Hardly a good shelter, but one that befits a girl who doesn’t trust the system. So many of the mutants he’s found in this world don’t. It’s all well and good that Stark and Wayne and their like are helping, are throwing their money at the foundations and the networks and paying for people’s rent.                     But no amount of money can undo what humanity has already built.           Erik knocks on the side of the building, tapping on the wooden siding in lack of a door to knock on. “Hello? I would like to speak with you. My name is Magneto.”