CLOSED :: i thought you died alone, a long long time ago

[supersonic]

Who: Pietro Maximoff & Erik Lehnsherr
What: Amiable father/son bonding, surely.
Where: X-Bros residence in Mafaton
When: Shundi afternoon
Warnings: None yet.

It's a gusty day in Mafaton, at least that's what seems, for all intents and purposes, to be happening in the block or two surrounding Charles and Erik's newly-rented home.

He wasn't lying when he told Wanda he only wants to talk their father – or this stranger who may or may not become the man they know, if he were to put it more generously. Pietro doesn't care to give Magneto the benefit of the doubt, whatever the universe. (Things won't be different, he reminds himself; they're never different.) But the fact is, Erik is an unknown quantity, and that alone is concerning enough for him to attempt to remedy.

And he can't avoid the man forever. If his run-in with Ilde proved anything, it's that the city isn't big enough for that. They'll have to meet sooner or later; he just wants to do it on his terms.

Apparently, that means staking out the neighborhood beforehand, intermittently and quicker than the eye can follow. There are brief flashes of him throughout the day, blurs of white and grey that are gone before one has time for a second glance, if anyone sees him at all. He notes the exits, what metal he can see from a distance, and waits to catch only one of its residents at home.

Finally, there's a rush of wind against the front windows and he's simply there, standing on the step. Knock knock?

Comments

[magnetic]

Erik is not so excessively wary (read: paranoid) here in Mafaton as he was back at the inn, and so he does not stand on the other side of the door, listening, before even asking who's there. He does scan the front stoop for the presence of unfamiliar metal, however, on his way over.

Pietro might see his lean silhouette moving past one of the front windows, backlit by a lamp in some other room. He is unhurried, still looking down at whatever's in his hands—and whatever it was has been set aside by the time he arrives at the front entrance, as it's nowhere to be seen when the door finally opens. It does not swing wide enough to be welcoming, but enough to show that he is not nervous of unknown guests. Nor is it nervousness that stops him stone still with his hand on the latch. Not exactly.

...Hi.