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erιĸ leнnѕнerr || мagneтo ([personal profile] cointossing) wrote in [community profile] atomickings2014-07-30 12:12 am

1962, after Erik's first attempt on Shaw's life.

[Charles was gone. That familiar, calming presence in his mind, gone, his friend and lover and the only person still keeping him grounded, gone. And Erik fears, suspects, the worst.

It's his fault. He had tried to kill Shaw in a moment of rage, sent a knife flying at him, only to have it deflected because the man was still so much more powerful than him; Erik suspected he was constantly absorbing energy just to maintain that. But still, he'd tried, just like that first night on the boat when he'd tried and Emma had stopped him and he'd met Charles Xavier. God, to go back to that; if only Erik hadn't listened, if only he'd just killed Shaw.

Erik knew he'd be punished for it, after all he'd promised to join Shaw if his friends were kept safe. But he thought, hoped, that the punishment might be torture against himself. He'd asked for that, demanded it, would rather be hurt than see anyone else hurt. But of course that's not what happened, and of course Shaw had picked Charles, or seemed to have.

The moment Erik wakes up that morning, the moment he can't feel Charles anymore if the moment he's storming into Shaw's study, every piece of metal in the room shaking with rage. His restraint is hanging by a thread now, because if Charles was dead, Erik didn't see any point to anything, he couldn't get through this, and he wouldn't be able to stop himself.]


What did you do to him? [He demands, his voice trembling with anger, fists clenched, barely holding back from melding every piece of metal in the room into knives and sending them hurling at Sebastian Shaw. This man had murdered his mother, tortured him for a year, destroyed him, and now Erik was forced to submit to his leadership in order to save Charles and the others. He spent every second he had to spend with Shaw in a constant state of rage, and only Charles had kept him back.

And now Charles might be dead.]
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[personal profile] hellishfire 2014-07-30 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[See, Shaw knows that his Spatzi loves the professor and that the professor loves him in return. It's all very sweet and unexpected because really, Shaw hadn't thought Lehnsherr had it in him. Or, to be more precise, he'd been trying to get Lehnsherr not to have it in him, to see what it would take to mold the boy into someone Shaw could use - or, at the very least, get a decent amount of entertainment out of before kicking the bucket. But that's okay because Shaw doesn't mind surprises and he certainly doesn't mind a leverage against the man.

Shaw is particularly enamored of the name Spatzi. A poor little bird he'd found, barely old enough to fly on its own. He likely would have been killed had Shaw not stepped in and to be honest he found himself awfully fond of the boy. So, Spatzi, his little sparrow.]


Spatzi, please calm yourself. It's perfectly alright if you don't trust me but there's no need to be so demanding about it. [Still, he stands and adjusts his suit with a kindly, understanding look.] Let's talk about this. Walk with me.

[Completely unheeding of the weapon in Erik's hands, Shaw walks past the other mutant and out the door of his study. His expectation is that Erik will follow. He does not look behind himself to see if that's the case.]

He isn't harmed. I haven't touched him, just like I promised I wouldn't, and he's in the same state of health he was the last time you visited him. Besides, I'd rather not have to hurt either of you. I really do hate having to lift a finger against our kind.
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[personal profile] hellishfire 2014-07-31 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
[That's the problem with letting someone tug you onto new trajectories: you're never quite sure where you'll end up, especially not with someone else calling the shots for you. Look where Lehnsherr's 'happiness' brought him. Really, if Shaw possibly had it in him to feel pity, he'd pity the man. Probably. He thinks.

It's curious to watch the other mutant now with so many decades between the boy Shaw molded (molded, destroyed, you say potato) and the man standing before him. There's still the spark of anger, of course - not that Shaw'd expected that to go anywhere anytime soon - but the coping mechanisms are different now. He can see Xavier's effect on his prized pupil and finds himself both irritated and impressed at the same time. He'll have to remember to compliment the professor later on his superb manipulation skills.

Shaw sees what you're doing with that letter opener. It's cute. You're adorable.]


You'll remember that he tried to kill me first so I apologize if I don't shed a tear. I can't help mutants who refuse to help themselves. [eyeroll] I did, yes. We established that the last time you brought the subject up. I believe we also established that I made you as strong and driven as you are today, so. [eh. there's a lovely English idiom about omelets and eggs here but Erik probably would not be appreciative.]

Now why oh why would I want to do something to his powers? [It was undeniably clever, Shaw will give them that. Privacy, he's learned, is a precious commodity in these sorts of environments.]