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1963 - Shaw's sweet little sparrow
Aug. 3rd, 2014 11:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hellishfire[Shaw had told Xavier once that love was nothing more than chemicals and he continues to abide by that position. Chemical reactions and biological instinct are easy enough to manipulate after all; the brain is nothing more than a bunch of pulpy gray matter and blood vessels and synapses, and he doesn't need to be a telepath to recognize opportunities for changing things around when he sees them. Case in point: one Erik Lehnsherr, six months post the Cuba fiasco. (Though "fiasco" does seem a bit understated for what eventually sparked nuclear war and paved the way for what will eventually be total mutant superiority. He'll ask Emma how to spin that a little more impressively late.)
Lehnsherr's little telepath boyfriend has been months on the serum and though they are allowed their conjugal visits, Shaw's old pupil hasn't felt Xavier in his mind for a very, very long time. Shaw starts slowly: condescending hands at his shoulder, pats on Lehnsherr's cheek when Shaw's pleased with him. It doesn't matter how many times the other man all but snarls and shoves him away because Shaw knows, without a shadow of a doubt, that Magneto's getting nothing from anyone else in Genosha.
It is not as though Shaw is trying to coax Erik to love or even like him; the other mutant's hate is enough for his plans. No, what Shaw wants is for Erik to need him, and this is a game he's willing to play over a long, long time.
He times his next visit exactly one week after Charles and Erik were last allowed to see each other: long enough for the loyalty and passion to fade from the forefront of Lehnsherr's mind, but fresh enough that everything should still ache. It is night and he knocks at the door to Erik's quarters. There is no lock on this door, of course. In his other hand he holds two dark bottles cradled to his chest as precious cargo. Which, of course, they are. It was fucking expensive to get them shipped all the way out here.]
Lehnsherr's little telepath boyfriend has been months on the serum and though they are allowed their conjugal visits, Shaw's old pupil hasn't felt Xavier in his mind for a very, very long time. Shaw starts slowly: condescending hands at his shoulder, pats on Lehnsherr's cheek when Shaw's pleased with him. It doesn't matter how many times the other man all but snarls and shoves him away because Shaw knows, without a shadow of a doubt, that Magneto's getting nothing from anyone else in Genosha.
It is not as though Shaw is trying to coax Erik to love or even like him; the other mutant's hate is enough for his plans. No, what Shaw wants is for Erik to need him, and this is a game he's willing to play over a long, long time.
He times his next visit exactly one week after Charles and Erik were last allowed to see each other: long enough for the loyalty and passion to fade from the forefront of Lehnsherr's mind, but fresh enough that everything should still ache. It is night and he knocks at the door to Erik's quarters. There is no lock on this door, of course. In his other hand he holds two dark bottles cradled to his chest as precious cargo. Which, of course, they are. It was fucking expensive to get them shipped all the way out here.]
