Magda Gurzsky
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Post by Magda Eisenhardt on Dec 28, 2020 1:25:56 GMT
We can see magic everywhere
Magda and Erik had been together for so many years now that somethings were known without speaking. Magda, for example, knew that Erik could be gone for days in his hunt. She knew that while he loved her, he didn't wish her near the places he had to go in order to hunt the devil. While, yes, it was hard to watch him drive himself such; she also understood that this was something he needed to do. The man had killed his mother, and many many others. The man had tormented and abused a child--Erik.
She only hoped that it would bring Erik peace--though she didn't know for sure if it would. Either way, Magda was here. She was used to being on her on from before they found each other. It didn't bother her to be on her own, though she missed his company greatly. Today she had worked at a local market, telling fortunes to people for money. She knew how to read the cards, but she also knew that they weren't always to correct. You had to sell it. Make them believe. It something she'd learned from her mother, and her mother's mother before they were killed. She loved doing it. After packing her deck, she bundled the table cloth and began to walk back to the hotel that Erik had paid for. She paused in her walking when she noticed him walking toward her. A smile formed on her lips as he approached, and her eyes looked over him. Looking for any sign that he was hurt. "Dobry wieczór, Przystojniaku," she greeted him in Polish, telling him good evening and calling him handsome.
But our bodies we won't need them when we're there
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Magneto
"We are the future."
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Post by Erik Lehnsherr on Dec 28, 2020 2:12:14 GMT
Peace WAS NEVER AN OPTION Erik was still trying to process everything. From being face to face with Shaw to . . . something more remarkable: the discovery of more like him. And that those like him, had a name. Mutants. Erik had so many questions, so many things he wanted to learn and Charles Xavier, was willing to teach him. He had opened up his home to him, offered to teach him how to use the extent of his powers. To say Erik was intrigued, was an understatement. He had been introduced to an entirely new world and he couldn't be more excited. While it did not diminish his desire to kill Shaw, recent events had proven that he was not strong enough.
But he had every intention of being so; of killing him. All this meant, was that he required more time to do so. But his reason for returning here had just walked through the door, and he smiled as he walked towards her, his arms already moving to wrap around her as she greeted and complimented him. "Hello, beautiful," he returned in their language, leaning forward for a light kiss, letting it linger before easing out of it but keeping his arms around. "Good day?" He wanted to tell her everything, overjoyed with the discovery. But first, he wanted to see how she was as it had been days since he'd seen her.
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Magda Gurzsky
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Post by Magda Eisenhardt on Dec 28, 2020 2:22:17 GMT
We can see magic everywhere
Erik called her beautiful, which made her smile even more before his lips touched hers. He kissed her, and she knew that something was changed. She didn't know what, or even if this meant he had finally done it. Erik's kiss seemed more . . . . more something. She couldn't quite figure it out. He didn't seem to be coming from a darkness, but more of a light. She was glad. For whatever this meant. She knew he often fought the darkness, so if something brought a lightness to him--she'd welcome it.
"Better now," she teased, smiling up at his face, trying to read his mood and beyond it. "Everyone seemed pleased with their readings." Her fingers reached up to trail over his face, feeling his skin under her touch. "I missed you." Every time he left she missed him, but she never doubted he would come back to her. Even though she feared he'd loose his life. "You seem . . . happy?" While it was a question, she asked it more to prompt him then to 'wonder why' he was happy.
But our bodies we won't need them when we're there
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