[ What that means can vary wildly. It really depends on the immediate impression he gets from the man. Erik is far from the friendliest sort, but he's nowhere near as abrasive and unpleasant as he used to be.
Besides, for Wanda, he will absolutely make more of an effort. ]
That's impressive. [ The text doesn't come even close to conveying how surprised and amazed he is. When he told her to explore other things she could do with her abilities, it hadn't even crossed his mind that she might be able to actually fix people. That opens a whole new myriad of possibilities. ] Too bad I didn't come across you later on. I had to stitch up my own stab wound.
[ Very much delivered as a joke. He's totally fine now. ]
( wanda has big hopes for it going alright. should she give david a heads up, too? eh—
her focus instead is on what erik says. text might not convey more than what it is (just words), but she has a feeling she gets how he means it. he's always championed her and her powers, trying to assuage whatever she may have felt about them. there's a pause, though, at the mention of a stab wound.
she frowns. injuries were inevitable during the blackout. )
has it fully healed? maybe i can try if i can help speed up the process. i haven't tried doing it again since, but... maybe i could practice. if you're comfortable with that.
[ Time will only tell. It's not as if Erik will go out of his way to find this David— not unless he gives him reason to. And at the moment the only reason would be to want to keep Wanda safe. But if he's a friend, then that should be a moot point. ]
I've removed the stitches, but it's not completely healed yet.
We can do that. I trust you, and I would like to see you using your powers in this manner.
[ Erik, by contrast, isn't even a little worried about this. He trusts her abilities, perhaps more than even she does right now. Furthermore, he trusts that she won't hurt him, even if she were unable to heal him. ]
I'm not home currently. I can meet you at your place, or you can come by later today.
( as wanda ponders over whether this is a good idea (she suggested this), she pulls away from those thought by erik's text. her immediate response is her new address (hopefully the last). erik trusts her with so much, and she, too, trusts him implicitly. it's not like her roommate (whom they were just talking about) is in, anyway, so she doesn't have to worry about that; hopefully, too, he won't mind, after the fact. )
i can meet you downstairs. just let me know when you'll be by.
( they can leave that conversation for when he does get here. he'll be pleased to see that she's in a better place, all things considered. it being the sanctum and all. )
let me know if you have any trouble getting in. see you soon.
[ He will be glad that it's a nicer place. He will be far less happy about the fact that it's in the Sanctum of all places. Something he only comes to realise once he drives out to meet her, a slight frown as he parks the car somewhat near the address, walking over while letting her know he's waiting outside the building.
His gaze is scanning the vicinity while he's waiting, and that's how she'll find him. Actually using his abilities to pinpoint the location of any potential surveillance cameras set up around the area. ]
( wanda steps out of the lobby, keys in hand, and finds erik—looking around as she's expected him to. the sanctum is nicer, yes, but it's steeped with surveillance. it in itself is not a big deal to wanda, who has no reason to feel worried about being seen; what's another camera recording her, anyway?
when she reaches him, wanda has a general idea that he's detecting where the cameras are. )
They don't bother me. ( she starts— ) It's easy to avoid them.
( but that's because of her powers. her expression softens, and wanda takes a couple steps closer, wrapping her arms around him in a brief embrace. )
[ He turns just as Wanda speaks up, familiar with that tug of the empathy bond they share. He smiles to her reassurance— he supposes it's a comfort that the constant surveillance doesn't bother her specifically, but Erik can't help feeling both uncomfortable and concerned. He could deal with the cameras just as easily, but property damage might come with more consequences than he's inclined to deal with at the moment. But to have them turn away is perfectly doable, at least for the few times he doesn't want to be followed when he's here.
He returns the hug, then tips his head towards the building. ]
( head up, then, is what they do. there's a small lobby where the elevator is, and up to the thirteenth floor they go. there are cameras in the elevator too, but that's expected; wanda thinks this is the case outside of panorama, too, in other worlds. soon enough, they're in the apartment, a few doors down the hall of same-looking doors.
wanda doesn't take off her shoes, but does put the keys on the small table on the side. the apartment is a lot bigger than what it may have first appeared: there's a kitchen and a comfortable sitting/dining room area, and then a hallway that leads down to a number of other rooms. the decoration is a little eclectic; sage and mauve and charcoal painted walls, a collection of books strewn about on the floor, carpets, some amount of orange-salmon colored curtains, a series of magnets on the fridge that hold up sheets of star stickers, and also some charts with a few stickers on.
she motions to the couch, green and bougie, throw blankets and cushions atop it. there's an unfinished card game on the coffee table nearby. )
[ It is a very nice place, he has to agree there. He'd seen enough of the Sanctum during the blackout that this is about what he was expecting— and it suits her, too. It's enough to put him a little more at ease, despite the ever present surveillance out on the streets. ]
Tea will do, thank you.
[ He takes a seat on the couch, looking around. Eyes lingering on the card game, then some of the books. ]
You're lucky to have found a place in such good condition.
[ After the mob that made it through the Sanctum, that is pretty good. ]
( at his wanting some tea, wanda starts the kettle and looks for her box with a series of tea flavors, collected over different store trips the past few months. she will bring both the box and two cups to set down on the table, pushing away some of the cards to try and tidy up a little. )
Yes, pretty lucky. I got a bit of remodeling done, so—
( lol
she goes about now to wait for the kettle, bringing it over as well as a plate with some butter cookies. it's ingrained in her head: tea time must always include a biscuit of sorts. wanda sits and promptly serves him some of the hot water onto his cup, then hers, and picks out a black tea bag to let steep in her cup for a moment.
[ He doesn't really pay much mind to the cookies, and peruses the teas only briefly before he picks one. Erik isn't a snob when it comes to tea, but thinking of Charles's fondness for loose leaf and his truly harrowing sacrifice of having to get used to tea bags in Panorama brings a small smile to his face.
He straightens again once the bag is steeped in the water, turning his attention back to Wanda. ]
Left shoulder. Here. [ He rests his fingertips over the nook in his shoulder. ] Will you need me to take off my shirt?
[ If she needs the visual aid to see how the injury looks, that is. It's on the way to healing like he told her, but it still feels sore and it's very obvious that it's a stab wound. If she can't heal it then it's going to leave quite a noticeable scar behind. ]
( genuinely, wanda agrees. loose leaf tea cannot be beat, and it's absolutely no contest, but tea bags it is. some do the job, and some are a pleasant surprise. should she ever find out, it'd be a conversation she'd have with charles for a long while—
her eyes chance over his left shoulder. )
Yes, that'd be best.
( does she need to see the injury? she isn't sure, but she had seen cassian's injury when she tried to heal him. swallowing, nervous, she stands again, hands held together, before sitting by his left side. )
[ Look, if Erik has a choice, he'd rather have loose leaf too, but he's not about to complain either way. Just getting to enjoy a hot cup of tea in a place like this feels like a luxury in itself.
He nods and sets out to take off his sweater, pulling it over his head and resting it on his own lap. There's a patch over the wound and he peels that off too, so she can get a full view of the injury left behind there. The reddened and still sore skin around the mostly closed gash, the marks left behind by the fairly decent stitching. There is a trace of blood, dried, but nothing that's even worth noting. Erik moves slower because it still feels a little sore, but it's not necessarily painful. Still, it's obvious that it was a pretty nasty injury. ]
You'll know if it does.
[ She can feel what he feels, after all. There would be no point in him trying to hide it from her. ]
( that is true, that she could feel what he feels, but she wouldn't want to assume what his pain tolerance is like. this is trust, though, and wanda takes it for what it is—reassurance that she could not really do him any harm. the injury doesn't look too bad, having been tended to, but it's definitely a sore, ugly thing.
closing her eyes, to center herself, wanda does her utmost to focus herself. what she had felt, thought, done last time; she wanted her powers to heal, to fix it, and they had done just that. it had been a desperate moment, to be fair, and right now is a lot calmer and erik isn't at risk of bleeding out, but the fundamentals should remain. wanda opens her eyes, glowing red, raises her hand, and lets plumes of scarlet flow from her fingers, onto his shoulder, towards the injury. it stretches over the injury, pushing past, through skin, and lingering.
genuinely, she can't imagine what she is doing is in any way medically accurate, but she pictures a knife wound in the same way that she pictures cutting through raw chicken. the way the sharp blade cuts through muscle, sinew, breaks it apart; she imagines the blood that must have flowed out, through. in her mind, she also pictures accidentally cutting her fingers with a knife, how the cut stings, and imagines then the opposite—muscles stringing themselves back together, slowly, little by little, removing injury and pain.
wanda pulls back from her focus, swallowing hard, gasping for a deep inhale of air. her eyes return to the stitched wound and notices that it's not an angry red anymore. )
I did it.
( she says softly, almost surprised. it hadn't been a fluke, then? she draws back, but moves her fingers about delicately, doing him the favour of removing the stitching from his healed skin. there may yet be some scarring—it's not the perfect job—but it's decidedly better.
wanda looks up at him, once she's done, stitching thread in her hand. )
[ Well, that's an easy one. She knows the things he's been through in his life, the places he's been forced to survive. Even if she doesn't fully master this new ability of hers, there's no miscalculation or slip-up on her part that could cause him too much pain. She'd have to make a real, conscious effort to actually make it too much for him to bear.
That said, nothing about it feels at all painful. Strange, maybe, uncomfortable only in the way that he can feel the muscles being stitched back together, but something else happens that quickly takes his mind off it. More than feeling the healing process, he can sense her powers course through him. A red heat in his veins, making his heart speed up just a hint, a blur in his vision that he can't explain. His eyes stay on her, watching what she's doing, unaware of the vaguest flicker of red that passes through his own eyes.
He can't actually reach that power, obviously. Can't wield it like she does. But it's an odd feeling, and he can't explain if it's because of her using those powers on him, or an extension of the bond they share. He remembers Laura mentioning something like it.
He looks from her hands to what he can see of his own shoulder, and finally moves his arm to check. His right hand presses into the spot, and he hums in approval. ]
Good as new. [ Aside from the light scarring, but compared to the numbers tattooed onto the inside of his left arm, it really is nothing. ] That was remarkable.
( wanda didn't get tired this time around, and she wonders if it's because it's not so new an element of her power anymore, or if the wound wasn't as critical. when erik tells her that he feels good as new, wanda nods, getting up to throw the stitching thread into the trash in the kitchen.
she returns to him with a damp kitchen towel, which she uses to gently clean up the area where his wound was of any remnants of blood or gross discharge from a once-healing cut. )
I guess you were right.
( by putting that idea into her head, of getting to use her powers for something other than destruction. she sets the towel onto the coffee table, offers him his shirt to wear. )
...has something similar happened with your powers before? ( with evolution, something new? )
Of course I was. It'll save you a lot of time if you presume I'm always right.
[ He shoots her a smile with that, so she's knows he's of course teasing. He has been wrong many times before. But best not get into that for now.
He takes the shirt and puts it back on, pleased to note that he no longer feels any dull ache as he moves, not even a vague discomfort. However she did that, it worked to perfection. ]
My abilities have been in constant evolution, especially after meeting Charles. He unlocked something in my mind that allowed me to access my powers in a different way. [ Easiest way to explain what Charles did for him, all those years ago. ] I've learned to do some different things that I couldn't before. And then— there is, of course, the changes that this place has caused.
[ He's reluctant to call it a gift, but he wouldn't call it a curse either. It has proved rather useful, on more than one occasion. ]
( at the smile he gives her, after the statement of always being right, wanda returns it with a cheeky little smile of her own. she knows he's teasing her, but it's not an unwanted thing. it. makes her feel good, too, the fact that erik can be like this with her—whatever norm of awkwardness from their initial acquaintanceship gone.
fond as she is for him, as soon as he has shirt back on, she sits by him, one leg crossed under herself, her attention on him. lips purse for a moment in thought. )
...I don't think I ever asked how you and Charles met?
( wanda, currently oblivious of their relationship status— )
I'm glad you were able to find someone like that, though. It can make all the difference. ( in this experience called life, that can be quite lonely when people are exceptional, like him, herself. mutants at large, others burdened with great power. she thinks about her roommate, who has deemed himself as special, magic, even, and has called wanda the same, because of her powers. a glance up at the ceiling, then back to the coffee table, wanda grabs at her cup of tea. ) You mean the stormkissed bond?
[ It's not a story he minds sharing, especially with someone he trusts. There's a lot of history there, though, so he'll try to keep it somewhat simple and just elaborate if she asks any more questions. ]
We were tracking down the same man. He was on a submarine and Charles could sense me in the water, trying to chase after him. He jumped in and saved me from drowning.
[ Which was rather likely to happen, given his blind hunt for Shaw's head. Charles not only saved him from that, he also convinced him that there could be a different path from him. He would not have let go of that submarine otherwise. ]
Well, some say we all have a soulmate out there.
[ Whether or not Erik believes it, he's not entirely sure. But he knows Charles is his, at least. ]
Well— that too, but that's not what I meant. I'm talking about this. [ He uses his ability purposefully to lift any trinket on display in her living room, and his hand starts turning to metal, spreading up his arm the longer he keeps the item floating in the air. She would have seen it, if at no other time then during Charles's first club meeting. ] This isn't part of my natural mutation.
( from all that erik has shared with wanda, his experience as a mutant, be it with charles or without, he has always seemed to have been incredibly occupied with some sort of mission or task. there's a tilt of her head as she processes his words; charles jumped in and saved erik from drowning? charles, who is in a wheelchair?
suppose she doesn't know all that much about the world they come from, what the x-men actually do.
at the comment about a soulmate, the way emotion blossoms in erik at it, the thought of charles, all she can ultimately respond with (curious as she may have been about the submarine) is a rather quiet, but coming-to-understanding, ) Oh.
( she busies herself with taking a sip from her tea, not wanting to linger or make it awkward, or otherwise assume that he wants to talk about it. relationships, in whatever realm, as private. thankfully, there's a demonstration of his powers to focus on, and wanda does remember, the way the metal spread up his arm.
a cant of her head, an arching of a brow, and she's setting her up down against her lap. she reaches for his hand, touching the metal. )
It isn't? But... it feels like it could be, being metal—
( ever evolving powers. like her own. )
Can you do it at will, or is it only in consequence of when you use your abilities?
[ Quite a lot of disabled people aren't actually born disabled, to be fair. Charles wasn't always in a wheelchair. It's an easy enough notion for Erik, though, when he met Charles before then. Easy to forget that no one else here has known Charles before the incident that led to his injury.
He can't help a small, knowing smile as she comes upon the understanding of what Erik and Charles are to one another. He hasn't made it a secret in a long time, and even then it certainly wasn't a secret to those closest to him. He realises now that maybe the topic simply hadn't come up with Wanda.
He'd gladly answer questions, not at all secretive about their relationship, but it can wait in lieu of the other current topic of discussion. ]
It might be a shift to my existing mutation. But I believe this place has caused it somehow.
[ It doesn't feel like a natural evolution, but he can't explain why he feels that way. He lets her touch his hand, as it is fairly harmless– his hand will feel hard under the touch, cool and solid as if made of metal, even when Erik can move it as naturally as if it were made of flesh and bone. ]
Only when I use my abilities. The more power I reach for, the more widespread the mutation is. I've had over half of my body transformed on one occasion.
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[ What that means can vary wildly. It really depends on the immediate impression he gets from the man. Erik is far from the friendliest sort, but he's nowhere near as abrasive and unpleasant as he used to be.
Besides, for Wanda, he will absolutely make more of an effort. ]
That's impressive. [ The text doesn't come even close to conveying how surprised and amazed he is. When he told her to explore other things she could do with her abilities, it hadn't even crossed his mind that she might be able to actually fix people. That opens a whole new myriad of possibilities. ] Too bad I didn't come across you later on. I had to stitch up my own stab wound.
[ Very much delivered as a joke. He's totally fine now. ]
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her focus instead is on what erik says. text might not convey more than what it is (just words), but she has a feeling she gets how he means it. he's always championed her and her powers, trying to assuage whatever she may have felt about them. there's a pause, though, at the mention of a stab wound.
she frowns. injuries were inevitable during the blackout. )
has it fully healed? maybe i can try if i can help speed up the process.
i haven't tried doing it again since, but... maybe i could practice. if you're comfortable with that.
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I've removed the stitches, but it's not completely healed yet.
We can do that. I trust you, and I would like to see you using your powers in this manner.
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( why is she getting nervous at the thought of treating erik? what if it doesn't work? if she can't do it? no, stop being afraid, wanda. )
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I'm not home currently. I can meet you at your place, or you can come by later today.
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i can meet you downstairs.
just let me know when you'll be by.
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[ Rhetorical, mostly. He's content to leave that conversation for when they actually meet up. ]
I'm finishing some tasks but I can be there in a couple of hours, give or take. I'll text you when I'm on my way there.
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( they can leave that conversation for when he does get here. he'll be pleased to see that she's in a better place, all things considered. it being the sanctum and all. )
let me know if you have any trouble getting in.
see you soon.
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His gaze is scanning the vicinity while he's waiting, and that's how she'll find him. Actually using his abilities to pinpoint the location of any potential surveillance cameras set up around the area. ]
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when she reaches him, wanda has a general idea that he's detecting where the cameras are. )
They don't bother me. ( she starts— ) It's easy to avoid them.
( but that's because of her powers. her expression softens, and wanda takes a couple steps closer, wrapping her arms around him in a brief embrace. )
There's none in the apartment. It's alright.
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He returns the hug, then tips his head towards the building. ]
We should head up, then.
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wanda doesn't take off her shoes, but does put the keys on the small table on the side. the apartment is a lot bigger than what it may have first appeared: there's a kitchen and a comfortable sitting/dining room area, and then a hallway that leads down to a number of other rooms. the decoration is a little eclectic; sage and mauve and charcoal painted walls, a collection of books strewn about on the floor, carpets, some amount of orange-salmon colored curtains, a series of magnets on the fridge that hold up sheets of star stickers, and also some charts with a few stickers on.
she motions to the couch, green and bougie, throw blankets and cushions atop it. there's an unfinished card game on the coffee table nearby. )
Do you want anything? I got some tea, or coffee.
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Tea will do, thank you.
[ He takes a seat on the couch, looking around. Eyes lingering on the card game, then some of the books. ]
You're lucky to have found a place in such good condition.
[ After the mob that made it through the Sanctum, that is pretty good. ]
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Yes, pretty lucky. I got a bit of remodeling done, so—
( lol
she goes about now to wait for the kettle, bringing it over as well as a plate with some butter cookies. it's ingrained in her head: tea time must always include a biscuit of sorts. wanda sits and promptly serves him some of the hot water onto his cup, then hers, and picks out a black tea bag to let steep in her cup for a moment.
a look his way— )
Where did you get stabbed?
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He straightens again once the bag is steeped in the water, turning his attention back to Wanda. ]
Left shoulder. Here. [ He rests his fingertips over the nook in his shoulder. ] Will you need me to take off my shirt?
[ If she needs the visual aid to see how the injury looks, that is. It's on the way to healing like he told her, but it still feels sore and it's very obvious that it's a stab wound. If she can't heal it then it's going to leave quite a noticeable scar behind. ]
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her eyes chance over his left shoulder. )
Yes, that'd be best.
( does she need to see the injury? she isn't sure, but she had seen cassian's injury when she tried to heal him. swallowing, nervous, she stands again, hands held together, before sitting by his left side. )
...if it starts to feel wrong, tell me to stop.
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He nods and sets out to take off his sweater, pulling it over his head and resting it on his own lap. There's a patch over the wound and he peels that off too, so she can get a full view of the injury left behind there. The reddened and still sore skin around the mostly closed gash, the marks left behind by the fairly decent stitching. There is a trace of blood, dried, but nothing that's even worth noting. Erik moves slower because it still feels a little sore, but it's not necessarily painful. Still, it's obvious that it was a pretty nasty injury. ]
You'll know if it does.
[ She can feel what he feels, after all. There would be no point in him trying to hide it from her. ]
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closing her eyes, to center herself, wanda does her utmost to focus herself. what she had felt, thought, done last time; she wanted her powers to heal, to fix it, and they had done just that. it had been a desperate moment, to be fair, and right now is a lot calmer and erik isn't at risk of bleeding out, but the fundamentals should remain. wanda opens her eyes, glowing red, raises her hand, and lets plumes of scarlet flow from her fingers, onto his shoulder, towards the injury. it stretches over the injury, pushing past, through skin, and lingering.
genuinely, she can't imagine what she is doing is in any way medically accurate, but she pictures a knife wound in the same way that she pictures cutting through raw chicken. the way the sharp blade cuts through muscle, sinew, breaks it apart; she imagines the blood that must have flowed out, through. in her mind, she also pictures accidentally cutting her fingers with a knife, how the cut stings, and imagines then the opposite—muscles stringing themselves back together, slowly, little by little, removing injury and pain.
wanda pulls back from her focus, swallowing hard, gasping for a deep inhale of air. her eyes return to the stitched wound and notices that it's not an angry red anymore. )
I did it.
( she says softly, almost surprised. it hadn't been a fluke, then? she draws back, but moves her fingers about delicately, doing him the favour of removing the stitching from his healed skin. there may yet be some scarring—it's not the perfect job—but it's decidedly better.
wanda looks up at him, once she's done, stitching thread in her hand. )
How does it feel?
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That said, nothing about it feels at all painful. Strange, maybe, uncomfortable only in the way that he can feel the muscles being stitched back together, but something else happens that quickly takes his mind off it. More than feeling the healing process, he can sense her powers course through him. A red heat in his veins, making his heart speed up just a hint, a blur in his vision that he can't explain. His eyes stay on her, watching what she's doing, unaware of the vaguest flicker of red that passes through his own eyes.
He can't actually reach that power, obviously. Can't wield it like she does. But it's an odd feeling, and he can't explain if it's because of her using those powers on him, or an extension of the bond they share. He remembers Laura mentioning something like it.
He looks from her hands to what he can see of his own shoulder, and finally moves his arm to check. His right hand presses into the spot, and he hums in approval. ]
Good as new. [ Aside from the light scarring, but compared to the numbers tattooed onto the inside of his left arm, it really is nothing. ] That was remarkable.
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she returns to him with a damp kitchen towel, which she uses to gently clean up the area where his wound was of any remnants of blood or gross discharge from a once-healing cut. )
I guess you were right.
( by putting that idea into her head, of getting to use her powers for something other than destruction. she sets the towel onto the coffee table, offers him his shirt to wear. )
...has something similar happened with your powers before? ( with evolution, something new? )
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[ He shoots her a smile with that, so she's knows he's of course teasing. He has been wrong many times before. But best not get into that for now.
He takes the shirt and puts it back on, pleased to note that he no longer feels any dull ache as he moves, not even a vague discomfort. However she did that, it worked to perfection. ]
My abilities have been in constant evolution, especially after meeting Charles. He unlocked something in my mind that allowed me to access my powers in a different way. [ Easiest way to explain what Charles did for him, all those years ago. ] I've learned to do some different things that I couldn't before. And then— there is, of course, the changes that this place has caused.
[ He's reluctant to call it a gift, but he wouldn't call it a curse either. It has proved rather useful, on more than one occasion. ]
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fond as she is for him, as soon as he has shirt back on, she sits by him, one leg crossed under herself, her attention on him. lips purse for a moment in thought. )
...I don't think I ever asked how you and Charles met?
( wanda, currently oblivious of their relationship status— )
I'm glad you were able to find someone like that, though. It can make all the difference. ( in this experience called life, that can be quite lonely when people are exceptional, like him, herself. mutants at large, others burdened with great power. she thinks about her roommate, who has deemed himself as special, magic, even, and has called wanda the same, because of her powers. a glance up at the ceiling, then back to the coffee table, wanda grabs at her cup of tea. ) You mean the stormkissed bond?
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We were tracking down the same man. He was on a submarine and Charles could sense me in the water, trying to chase after him. He jumped in and saved me from drowning.
[ Which was rather likely to happen, given his blind hunt for Shaw's head. Charles not only saved him from that, he also convinced him that there could be a different path from him. He would not have let go of that submarine otherwise. ]
Well, some say we all have a soulmate out there.
[ Whether or not Erik believes it, he's not entirely sure. But he knows Charles is his, at least. ]
Well— that too, but that's not what I meant. I'm talking about this. [ He uses his ability purposefully to lift any trinket on display in her living room, and his hand starts turning to metal, spreading up his arm the longer he keeps the item floating in the air. She would have seen it, if at no other time then during Charles's first club meeting. ] This isn't part of my natural mutation.
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suppose she doesn't know all that much about the world they come from, what the x-men actually do.
at the comment about a soulmate, the way emotion blossoms in erik at it, the thought of charles, all she can ultimately respond with (curious as she may have been about the submarine) is a rather quiet, but coming-to-understanding, ) Oh.
( she busies herself with taking a sip from her tea, not wanting to linger or make it awkward, or otherwise assume that he wants to talk about it. relationships, in whatever realm, as private. thankfully, there's a demonstration of his powers to focus on, and wanda does remember, the way the metal spread up his arm.
a cant of her head, an arching of a brow, and she's setting her up down against her lap. she reaches for his hand, touching the metal. )
It isn't? But... it feels like it could be, being metal—
( ever evolving powers. like her own. )
Can you do it at will, or is it only in consequence of when you use your abilities?
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He can't help a small, knowing smile as she comes upon the understanding of what Erik and Charles are to one another. He hasn't made it a secret in a long time, and even then it certainly wasn't a secret to those closest to him. He realises now that maybe the topic simply hadn't come up with Wanda.
He'd gladly answer questions, not at all secretive about their relationship, but it can wait in lieu of the other current topic of discussion. ]
It might be a shift to my existing mutation. But I believe this place has caused it somehow.
[ It doesn't feel like a natural evolution, but he can't explain why he feels that way. He lets her touch his hand, as it is fairly harmless– his hand will feel hard under the touch, cool and solid as if made of metal, even when Erik can move it as naturally as if it were made of flesh and bone. ]
Only when I use my abilities. The more power I reach for, the more widespread the mutation is. I've had over half of my body transformed on one occasion.
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