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I haven’t had muse for Magneto in months and even before that my activity has been rather sparse. While I don’t want to delete the blog (only because it’s the main blog to some sides though) I will not be writing here any longer. I am, however, still RPing on tumblr.

Erik was not to be convinced despite her efforts, and with time being a pressing matter, she did not hold it against him. She would have simply used his emotions against the man to have him yield on his own, but Erik´s manoeuvre was obviously quicker and more efficient. Nika sighed and yet took his hand to finally emerge from the elevator and get out of the damn building. How many more would be standing in their way? In this very moment, a quiet seemed to engulf them, and even her detectors remained calm, which made it safe to say they were alone now. Finally. 

The pair spilled onto the street with almost manic steps, so that Nika had to remind her companion to curb his pace to avoid any attention. “We´ll be getting there, no worries,” she assured, grabbing his hand tighter as if they simply were a couple of lovers on a lovely stroll. “No one is going to attack us in the open street. They won´t dare to alarm the public like that.”

   Erik slowed down reluctantly when he felt the tug on his hand, turning his head to glance at her over his shoulder. Yes, they needed to look innocent and as if nothing was happening, but they also needed to get going before the entire place was surrounded by police - and worse.    His grip on her hand tightened in return.

                      ❝      OH   PLEASE   .      come   on   ,   erik   .   we   both   know   you’re   not   the     martyr      type   .     ❞   how   much   more   could   they   do   ,   he   asks   ,   and   she   wants   to      THROTTLE      him   .   how   quickly   he   forgets   .   ❝     sorry   ,   let   me   get   this   right   :   a   man   came   back   in   time   to   keep      me      from   killing   a   man   ,   because   that   led   to   a   world   in   which   almost   every   mutant   had   been   exterminated   or   imprisoned   ,   and   you’re   asking   me      WHAT   MORE   COULD   THEY   DO   ?       and   you   call      me      the   naive   one   ?     ❞   she   snaps   at   him   .   she   allows   him   to   sit   up   ,   but   he   goes   farther   than   that   and   he’s   not   coming   out   unscathed   .   ❝     i’m   not   saying   do      NOTHING     ,   erik   ,   but   for   fuck’s   sake   ,   don’t   be   an      idiot     !   jesus   christ   ,   how   many   brain   cells   did   i   knock   loose   ?  ?     ❞

                    SEEKING  HIM  OUT      is   a   strong   way   to   put   it   .   they   were   bound   to   cross   paths   in   the   aftermath   of   everything   ,   especially   given   their   mutual   activity   with   mutant   freedom   . 

                    ❝     i’m   not   a   telepath   ,   but   i   know   how   to   read   your   moods   ,   erik   .   you’re   pissed   .   i’m   sure   i   can   guess   why   .   just      spit   it   out     .     ❞

   A scoff. “If you can guess why, then I don’t have to tell you, do I?” His brow rises, almost challenging her. Yes, he is angry. Furious, even. Still after more than ten years, and he doesn’t think he can just let go of it, either.

“Well it’s a good thing that I’m nearly impossible to kill.  And— you don’t get to decide that for me.  You might think I deserve better then you but that’s my choice to make and I quite think you’re an amazing person.  It isn’t like this is the first time that I’ve been around you or the first time that we’ve tried to make things work in a way that could work for us.  I’ve done everything to help you get what you’ve wanted and not always because it was something I believe in, Erik.” 

She took a step towards him, her hand going to his cheek as she lifted his face to look at her. “I did it because it was what you wanted, it was what I thought would make you happy.  I would give you anything in this world to see you smile but all I really have to give you is myself and for some reason, I’m afraid that isn’t enough and it breaks my heart.”

  He shook his head. “You don’ understand…”   His eyes closed at her touch and only opened again when she had lifted his chin. Their gazes met, and once again the magnetist just wanted to drown on those eyes. To forget everything else around him. He should have worried about her words, that she hadn’t even worked with him because of her own belief but only to please him. But he couldn’t. Instead he only focused on the good side.   Still…

She would have given anything in the world not to pull away and stay with him like this forever, but time forbade it. They were on the run, after all. But even after taking out the first obstacle in their way, more decided to try their luck at stopping Erik and Nika. Nika sighed, shoulders dropping. She hated the thought of killing, or even hurting another human being, but what other choice did they have? 

So before Erik could strike, she opted for a soft hand on his shoulder, and whispered: “Let me, please.” Her sensors shot forward to snake around the person, soon going under the surface to detect his fears and guilts, just to airm right there. “You don´t want to do this, do you? You don´t want the guilt of hurting others on your conscience, do you now?” Her voice was gentle and convincing, but oddly enough, it took longer than she was used to, to work. Was this… another mutant?  

  The only thing keeping Erik from killing the man that dared stand in their way, was Nika’s hadn on his shoulder, the soft but determined touch urging him to not act too rash and let her do her part.   However, it didn’t seem to work out.

Her chin rose slightly as Erik stepped closer, convinced that he wasn’t just a spectral of her imagination. Erik Lehnsherr in the flesh. How unexpected.

“Clearly.” Eloise asserted, though painfully self-aware of all possibilities, but she liked to keep her ego intact and the magnetist seemed to allow such credulity.

“Good to know.” The little tid bit about the illustrious helmet was unwarranted, but welcomed. So, he was funny. Not a trait she’d assume, but again television seems to mask truth. Let’s you see what they want you to see. She seemed to relate.

Her composure settled to the point she felt more grounded, plus one mind was easier to press than two. “Maybe I like the advantage.” Her own eyebrows rose, taking another step closer. “Lucky for you, I can be whatever you want me to be.” It was a blink, not a process of change as Mystique could conjure, her voice changing as the she spoke. Though she could’ve made a whole show of it. But, the mind plays tricks. Perception, a finicky, bendable thing.

But, the person that stood before him was no longer a outspoken blonde with bright blue eyes, but a taller gentleman with short cut hair, though the blue eyes remained. A mirror of himself. Her his eyebrows rose and fell in an amused manner.

Another flash and the image disappeared, leaving the bender alone. “Or nothing at all.” She whispered, the sound voiced inside his mind.

Releasing from his mind, the blonde reappeared though have moved behind him. The benefit of manipulating perception is that it only affects the minds she chooses, meaning if someone were to come along, nothing would seem out of the ordinary. She walks back in a half circle, now only a few feet away from his front with a coy smile.

“Like I said, I enjoy having the advantage. But, I suppose I owe you.” Maybe it was a dangerous game, trying to get into the mind of Magneto, but when would she have another chance, no malicious intent though it might come across. Her power or gift, so to say, was only a means of survival, lucky if it even worked at all as emotion affected it entirely.

“Eloise. Just Eloise.” She puts out her hand in introduction as a symbol. She wasn’t here to mess with his mind, truly admiring the guy after all he’s done for their kind. Many might disagree with his tactics, but the heart was there. She grasp the idea of feeling misunderstood.

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  He opened his mouth and wanted to ask what she meant by that, but suddenly Erik found himself…staring at himself. He took a small step back, surprised by the sight, but not displeased. So she definitely wasn’t human. A shapeshifter, maybe, like Mystique.   Or more.

  A deep frown furrowed his brow when she disappeared suddenly, and Erik turned around to see where she had gone. There was her voice – but she wasn’t there. As if she was in his mind…and he hated people in his mind.   He turned around and faced the woman. Her again. Or at least the form she wanted him to see.

  His gaze shifted up and down, studying her from top to toe. Her powers were impressive – but had him wonder why she hadn’t used them to defend herself against the two men threatening her.   He glanced down at her hand for a moment, but instead of taking it, the magnetist only nodded his head in appreciation. “Erik. So you’re a telepath?” His gaze went back up to meet Eloise’s. “Then you should know to stay out of my head.” Too many memories were stored there; one more painful than the other. They were his, and definitely not any of Eloise’s business.