immortalius  asked : ( ✉ → sms ) the party was horrible but at least ikm drunk lol

    (  cami  →  text  sent.  )  :  i’m glad to know the party was good.       (  cami  →  text  sent.  )  :  do you need me to pick you up?      (  cami  →  text  sent.  )  :  or is he taking you home?

it seems rather pointless. but apparently, even those who are locked up and dangerous to the world, to humans, had the right to a therapist, even if he had never wished for one. he knows what they want, for him to reveal information about the brotherhood, for reveal about the school and other powerful mutants. erik glances down to the plastic handcuffs they put him under,no metal around the plastic prison he was given and by the looks of it, she was not allowed to wear jewellery. 

“they believe i would hurt an innocent. but despite what they believe, i don’t kill any human i find. surely you know that already.“ and he points to his file. he only hunted those who were anti-mutants, those who killed his fellow mutants, or those who had personally hurt him like shaw and those in the camps, erik twist his arm up, bothered only slightly by the plastic, his branded number on his arm a sign of his past. “but please, do tell me, how am i diagnosed, Miss?“

“I know daddy spoke to you, Camille. I mean, you didn’t send for me just because you wanted to have coffee.“ and the siphoner fiddles with her bracelet, the talisman hanging clear as day that allowed her to siphon magic at all times in order to learn. “Honestly, you shouldn’t worry, I mean---why don’t you stay at home right now? It was just a minor incident.” She had worse tantrums in all fairness. However, she hates it was triggered by a guy. God, that was silly.

“It’s fine, mom.“ and he fails to hide the wound, it’s magically induced, meaning that the wound would linger longer on his skin. “it’s nothing.” and he leans back into his chair, the ice pressed against his cheek to cover the wound as well allow it to heal faster. “people were being, you know, people.” and he hates how much of bias history is in the Library of the school, all books mentioning only how evil his father is. how everyone on his family is troubled. and then they question why he and his siblings have trouble integrating into the groups. “the other guy hadi t coming.”

                 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓  𝖎𝖋  𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖊  𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖘  𝖘𝖊𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖉  𝖘𝖔  𝖕𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖋𝖚𝖑  𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞  𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑  𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖑𝖊  𝖙𝖔  𝖙𝖍𝖊  𝖋𝖊𝖆𝖗  𝖔𝖋  𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖌  𝖙𝖍𝖊  𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙  𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓 ,  that  a  cold  and  long  dead  heart  had  learn  to  love.  the  fear  had  changed  him,  before  he  would  not  even  let  himself  get  close  to  someone  much  less  fall  in  love  with  another,  not  ever.  much  less  the  way  he  had  done  with  cami                 his  eyes  find  hers  and  quickly  he  finds  himself  stepping  closer  to  her  as  much  as  he  could.            ❝   some  better  love ?  but  there’s  no  better  love              ❞            no  for  him  all  the  love  he  needed  was  hers.  he  didn’t  wanted  anyone  else.  he  didn’t  desire  anyone  else.  she  was  the  only  person  he  until  this  day  knew  he  would  care  for,  the  only  person  he  desired.