❛ it’s all very predictable ❜ from Skylar (shhhh i'm sending this before my app is officially accepted)
He’d meant what he said, when he told Remy and Scott that the reason he was in New York was for recruitment; it hadn’t been the whole truth, not by a long shot, but it hadn’t been a lie. Lying to those who should, by rights, still be his teammates–his family–had always left an ashen taste on his tongue.
There’d been the girl in the magic shop. The boy he’d found entirely accidentally huddled outside Grand Central. The child in the cafe in Chinatown. They’d all been easy. But the girl today was harder to find–that bar-goer’s daughter from nearly a week ago. She’d never appeared to be home, when he’d come round looking, though the second day when he broke into the apartment proved that she had been there as recently as that morning–there was a still-warm pot of coffee in the kitchen.
So he’d resolved to setting a day aside to wait for the young mutant, taking up shop in the little park across the street, feeling out periodically for any changes in the apartment.
He’d been left alone for hours when a girl invited herself to sit on the park bench next to him, and her words immediately made Erik’s expression darken. Had this been a trap?
The metal of the arm rest curled around the girl’s wrist in a moment, Erik’s eyes snapping to her. “Where’s the girl?”
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