Shaman blushed, shaking her head furiously. “N-no.” Actually, she didn’t really know anyone, and she hadn’t even before she’d left. She just liked looking good for looking good, even if half the time she didn’t get her courage up to wear things like dresses or other finery. “Oh, uh, thanks.” She belatedly tacked on, going in for a hug before she could change her mind and chicken out.
“I’m ready whenever you are.” Shaman said quietly, giving in and combing her fingers through her lightly curled hair- just for this occasion, while quickly taking Legion in. He might not like it, but he definitely knew how to dress fancy when he wanted too.
He tried to suppress a slight fist pump at his hip, happy that no wretched little penis carrier had scooped up Shaman. At the hug, he gave her hair a gentle pat and smoothed it out. As she pulled away he cleared his throat a little and lifted his hands to adjust his tie.
“I’m ready. I guess. It won’t kill me to be social.” or others, for that matter.
He straightened himself up and extended the crook of his elbow to her in an obviously extravagant manner, putting on an accent, “Shall you lead the way, madame?”
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Even in this half-dressed state of being, Magneto took Cora’s breath away. “I can’t wait to see the finished product,” she said, smiling from the doorway of the bedroom. Almost self-consciously, she ran a hand down her burgeoning belly. “I feel like a whale. A…
ceiling legion: *makes whale sounds. like dori*
Flushed slightly, Shaman stared at the red dress that lay on her bed. It was modest, a flat cut across the top with ruffles across the top and thin straps. It came down in a swallowtail-like cut and she already had on her red flats decorated with a bow on each shoe. She’d gone all out- so excited that she couldn’t help but spend hours looking for the right dress and accessories. And now it was time to go. But butterflies had taken up residence in her belly and it was effort for Shaman to slip on the dress and wiggle until the waist area fit properly. Smoothing the fabric, she peeked out of her room, pushing the door open slowly.
What would Legion think, was another thing that was helping her nervousness along. As far as she knew, he hadn’t seen the dress yet- not by any design on her part, just Shamans indecision on what dress to buy. “…I’m ready.” She called softly, stepping fully into the living room and crossing her arms, resisting to urge to play nervously with her hair.
He didn’t like being in a penguin suit. Hell, he didn’t like clothes period, but showing up naked would probably scar a few of the chillins for life, and he didn’t exactly want to have to explain boy parts to Shaman (yes, she doesn’t know what boy parts are, at least to Legion).
When he saw Shaman, he lit up immediately. He was reminded of his sisters when they would go to a sock hop. He hesitantly patted her shoulder, not quite sure what affection was appropriate or overbearing and whatnot.
“You look really good. Are you sure there’s no sweetheart who you want to dance with tonight?”
She jumped, startled when the door opened suddenly. Fast enough Shaman was half surprised it hadn’t flown off it’s hinges. Lowering her hand she clasped them together, shifting her weight to her other foot, avoiding eye contact. Her grip tightened on her messenger bag as she slipped in beside him, almost trying to make herself small and somehow avoid the awkwardness she was feeling. Dropping the bag, Shaman took the cabin in— and the mac and cheese in the pot on the stove.
Back at the Brotherhood… this time, she determined, she’d stick it out. Even if it was scary. “Um— thanks.” Shaman said softly, dropping her bag by the door, but not really moving from her place, hovering there awkwardly. “…Anything…big happen?” She asked shyly, crossing her arms and finally meeting Legions eyes, the smell of the mac and cheese tempting her. Not having eaten in about a day made it all the more appealing.
Legion walked towards the puffy sofa and matching armchair set that faced the TV with bent-up rabbit ears, stepping on the arm rest of the chair and crouching on it. It would have tipped if he didn’t have such a knack for balance, but he realized he probably looked like an overgrown gargoyle without wings in this position and plopped into the seat of the armchair.
He wanted to ask her a ton of questions; where did she go. did she have sex. was she pregnant. did she need a doctor. does she need someone’s head chopped off. But he curbed his tongue. Even Magneto had little patience for his game of 25 questions and he didn’t want to overwhelm the poor girl any more.
“Well…”, he scratched his chin thoughtfully as he considered her question, “The rumor mill is saying Cora’s pregnant with El Capitan’s baby.”
And by rumor mill it was just Legion.
She stared at the door, nervousness wracking her thin frame— thinner now, after the months she’d been away from the good food she’d gotten here. Shaman had almost forgotten— or, well, maybe she’d tried to forget, the family she’d acquired while at the Brotherhood. It had frightened her. Frightened her enough to scare her away. But guilt was a powerful enemy, and while she’d hidden away in cities and towns, scraping by, she’d been aware people back at the Brotherhood would be wondering where she’d gone. Magneto.
Maybe people she’d barely talked too. But probably Legion the most. Someone who’d gotten so much closer to her than anyone else. And that was terrifying. But taking a shaking breath, Shaman steeled herself as best she could and raised her hand to the door and knocked, half praying he wouldn’t be there to answer, and she could leave again, guilt slightly swayed.
Legion probably opened the door quicker on her knock than he wanted to. Perhaps her fist was still even on the door from his speed. He stared down at her, not in the eye because he didn’t exactly want to…scare her. Okay being almost two feet taller than her was probably scary enough however he was at least trying to…not be a kermudgin about this.
She ran away. He let her go.
He didn’t track her down because he didn’t want to let her go, more so he assumed she would be much safer. Magneto was training an army, and a kid…er, well, young lady, that close in his care shouldn’t have to do this fight.
But she was back. He stepped out from the door frame to let her into the cabin and motion to the kitchen in his…er, their adjoined kitchen and living room.
“There’s mac and cheese on the stove.”
