⠀ ᅠ⠀ . ˣ✧• ` 𝕾𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝛼 𝓶𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝐯𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍 `•✧ˣ. 𝑅𝐸𝑀𝐼𝑁𝐷𝐸𝑅 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 . ──────────⠀. ᅠ⠀. ⠀.

RT @deathcallings: ⠀⠀⠀⠀.⠀⠀⠀⠀.⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 . ⠀⠀⠀⠀.⠀⠀⠀⠀

RT @deathcallings: ⠀⠀⠀⠀.⠀⠀⠀⠀.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀#𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐓𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 .⠀⠀⠀⠀.⠀⠀⠀⠀

RT @deathcallings: ⠀⠀⠀⠀.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀＃𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐎.⠀⠀⠀⠀.⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀ ᅠ⠀. And so he would move with him . Into the storm , into whatever hell awaited them , into the remnants of a cause neither of them could seem to let die . 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 . #𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐘𝐗𝐌𝐄𝐍 . ᅠ⠀

⠀ ᅠ⠀. His response justified no words . Though a winded poet , as described by some , action oft conveyed far greater than the spoken tongue . Scott was walking again : bleeding , perhaps uncertain . But moving . ᅠ⠀.

⠀ ᅠ⠀. He had lived too long , seen too much fire and failure , to doubt that some things returned because the world refused to let them stay buried . ᅠ⠀

⠀ ᅠ⠀. One step . Then another . The debris moved with him . Not as weapon ; not yet an intention . There was no need to question why Scott’s voice had returned , only what must be done now that it had . ᅠ⠀.

⠀ ᅠ⠀. His reflection warped across the dented metal — old , drawn , but not soft . Never soft . He raised a hand and the deep splatterings of rain hissed against the pieces of steel that rose to meet him , forming a rough path through the mud . ᅠ⠀.

⠀ ᅠ⠀. Max turned , finally . The sound of his boots scraping against stone rang hollow in the emptied building . He retrieved the helmet from its crooked place and held it there a moment , suspended at his side . ᅠ⠀

⠀ ᅠ⠀. Scott Summers doesn’t die . Not like that . Not when there was still work left to do . A man after his own heart in that regard — that feeling of rage bearing the flag of justice in the lungs , impossible to cough up , impossible to forget . ᅠ⠀.

⠀ ᅠ⠀. He had not grieved Scott Summers properly . Hadn’t stood vigil . Hadn’t felt it in the marrow , not the way he had for many of his fellow mutant brethren . 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 . ᅠ⠀.

⠀ ᅠ⠀. He had kept it the way he held to all his burdens , the very same to haunt . Something to remember the sound of their voices , once . He hadn’t expected to hear one return . 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 . ᅠ⠀.

⠀ ᅠ⠀. Magneto’s fingers curled . Not a fist , but something firm nonetheless — akin trying to hold in warmth that had already slipped . He looked down at the comm still clutched in his palm , the edge of it nicked and darkened with age . ᅠ⠀.

⠀ ᅠ⠀. “ 𝘛𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 . ”. ᅠ⠀

⠀ ᅠ⠀. Apocalypse , a final stand , a leader left in the mud . He had heard it all , too late to reach it , too late to stand beside him . Too late to offer anything more than absence . Now the voice came again , low and frayed, but certain . ᅠ⠀.

⠀ ᅠ⠀. He had known of the death of Scott Summers . The world had trembled in the way it always did when one of their own fell — quietly and without justice . Rumors filtered through the broken channels like smoke :. ᅠ⠀.

⠀ ᅠ⠀. Magneto stood in the doorway of the collapsed structure he'd made his shelter for now — rebar bowed under rust and pressure . He did not move . Not at first . He let the rain fall ; let the silence settle . ᅠ.

⠀ ᅠ⠀. The message came through faint at first — distorted by age , by ruin , by rain . A voice pulled through static , carved rough into the silence like stone on stone . Faint . and then unmistakable . Commanding . Familiar . Alive . ᅠ⠀

RT @FLAMEOFTHE4TH: ⠀ .⠀THE 𝙇𝘼𝘿𝙄𝙀𝙎 LOVE ME, THE 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍 HATE ME, BUT THE 𝘍𝘈𝘕𝘚, THEY STAY LIT. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ৡ. ⠀ ⠀ 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑺𝑻 𝑴𝑬𝑴𝑬….

RT @MVRPSUPPORT: ⠀.⠀.⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 〔 #MVRP 〕. ⠀TODAY’S CHARACTER OF THE DAY: Magneto!.⠀.⠀ .