What she would give for a caramel macchiato. She’d likely give her left eye and kidney, to be honest. One of her greatest ‘miss’ items was caffeine. Old cans of soda, expired stale coffee, they tasted bitter and less than desirable. The random conjurations that Wanda managed during a clean break in her crazed rambling and giggles were often beautiful enough to convert her religious views to the worship of the coffee bean. Yet as amazing as they were, the witch rarely managed any length of sanity these days to warrant getting excited over.
With the lack of any random cups of caffeine
magically appearing, she rubbed the heels of her hands against her eyes, noting the ever so quiet steps of her shadow.
The tablet’s main screen fritzed for a moment, threatening to darken and she simply sat unmoved, staring at it, as if daring it to cave beneath the protective coding that seemed to be woven through the information they had ‘stolen’. That would be the argument the humans would make once they realized their system had been breached, regardless of how briefly. They’d tout it as mutant theft. Even when the information pertained to mutants they had stolen from.
She was aware of Victor moving into the room because he allowed her to be so. There was no point is claiming she knew he was there simply because. She was exceedingly aware of how quiet he could be, and how unnoticeable be could move. It was one of his perks.
“Thanks.” She replied without looking up from the tablet when he informed her the premises was clear. It was habit for him, she knew that, some need for control on his part. Some need to be sure they were alone and not sitting in wait of capture. He wouldn’t ever divulge the full scope of details in regards to his capture, but she imagined she could guess at some form of them, even in their simplest complexities just by the way his eyes would sometimes seek emptiness. She was lucky to have not ever yet been taken. They didn’t have her mutation. Their having Mystique’s was bad enough.
As he moved about the room, she let her eyes travel up to follow his steps. “If we’re clear, then relax for once.” It wasn’t her intention to be rude, her words simply came out that way rather regularly. “Close your eyes for ten minutes.” She continued. “Ah can watch for that long.” It wasn’t as if she’d be letting fatigue win her over any time soon, she had a screen to stare at until the code peeled open, which it did as if by mental command. “Fancy.” She murmured.
They both wanted something different, yet the exact same. They both wanted to find someone. They both sought a woman. But that was where the similarities ended. She wanted a telepath free to take her from human hands and attempt to shift the weight of power. He wanted free a girl that he had once despised based solely on her genetic makeup. Something had happened while he had been held, something that related to Laura even if he chose to remain silent on the matter. The rare moments he allowed himself to sleep in her presence, she had managed to catch the girl’s name on his lips at least twice. She would be lying if she claimed she didn’t want Laura’s extracted. She had been her friend once.
Her eyes shifted back to the screen that was drawing up half formed blueprints and photos of concrete hallways. “This looks underground.”
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you are not alone
'cause someone's out there
sending out flares