magnetic: (this picture is neat)
Erik ([personal profile] magnetic) wrote in [community profile] multiversallogs2011-11-21 09:28 pm

find us a trap door, find us a plane

Who: Magneeter and Ponyboy Pyro
What: manly Skyrail date
Where: ...the Skyrail, starting at Griss Fell station
When: about a million years ago at this point, we're slow
Notes: backdated the most
Warnings: possibly teenage cussin' /clutches pearls

Two o'clock on Thursday, he'd said, and as the university's great old tower bells across the river begin the traditional preludial peals, Erik looks in its direction. The pale-faced clock and its iron fixtures just visible between two buildings. His eyes follow the spire up into the belly of a cloud, and he wonders what his friend is doing—whether there's a lesson now, or more grading to be done, or what-else.

He has on a pair of sunglasses, and no hat, and his hands are in the pockets of his jacket. His trousers are scuffed at the knees and smeared with a bit of black grease and his feet inhabit a pair of heavy, dirty boots. As if on cue (but not on purpose), he turns his head with the final tolling of the hour and resumes watching people as they move past him down the stairs, or approach on their way to the Skyrail's platform, and looks for John.

[identity profile] fuckrobertfrost.livejournal.com 2011-12-13 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
Well. That's what he wanted to hear, but it doesn't quite shake the uneasiness. Why the parallel response doesn't comfort him, he's not sure. Maybe it's because he's older, and Magneto is younger. Maybe a million things. John relegates it to the ever growing category of let's not think about it right now, a category that conveniently renews itself in terms of 'right now'. He just shifts and straightens up, a sort of unconscious response to Erik getting up.

"Okay." That's a great reply, really, but he can't think of anything else. "... I probably won't have anything else to report for a while."