The Professor & Magneto Aesthetic
Charles Xavier stared across his desk at the one person, he thought would never be sitting on his couch. He had to block out everyone at the school, or his head would be buzzing with gossip, ranting, and he’s pretty sure the maniacal laughter was coming from Alex … maybe Brisco.
“Erik.” He said after the five minutes of silence.
“It’s actually Max, well that’s the name my mother gave me before the Nazis ripped it from me.” His gaze was steady, but his tone held a slight bitterness yet openness.
“What would you prefer I call you?” Charles asked sincerely.
“I’m actually not sure.” The answer was painful in it’s honesty. “I’ve been so many people Charles, but the only time I was happy was as Max, when I was with Magda and Erik when I was with you. And I lost both.”
“I’m still here my friend.” He moved out from behind his desk, sliding his chair up next to the couch. “I’ve always been here.”
“Why didn’t you tell me about Vampires?” Charles was surprised there was no malice in the question. “Were you afraid I would turn against you? I’ve always stood for our people, being a Vampire is no different than being a Mutant. I’m sure the humans hat the idea of either species being mixed in with them.”
“I was afraid.” Charles looked over to the far wall, where he had pictures of his three boys. “It’s not an easy concept to accept, even for a Mutant. Especially, with the added of past lives and connecting souls.”
“Your children accept you?” He looked behind him to the closed door, he could feel Logan lurking nearby.
“They only learned recently. Alex has stood by me, all these years, as has Sean.”
“He’s loyal, I can admire that.” Erik gave him a smirk. “I’m sure uptight Scott took the news well.”
“They’ve all taken it well, which I should’ve known they would. Now with Storm, one of us, it’s easing others into the idea.”
“We’ve known each other once before?” Magneto reached over and took his hand.
“Actually three times.” Charles held onto him. “We lost everything, then had a beautiful family, and lastly societies perceptions pulled us apart.”
“The Roman, the one who confronted me, let you talk to me.” He nodded towards the pictures. “Our middle boy?”
“Youngest, the last one, Sherlock was born after you died, my darling wife.”
“You bastard! Cheating on me after my death!” Magneto always had a flare for the dramatic. “They are handsome.”
“So’s yours.”
“He’s powerful.” He sighed. “Even more than me. He’s also very loyal to his Mate. I saw his look Charles, he would’ve destroyed the earth at that moment to protect him. It made me realize there was still love in this world, and now I know I could have it.”
“You could, but things have to change.” Charles gave him a small smile. “I’ve been a Vampire over a hundred years, our son Nicolaus has been over 1600 years – it’s not an easy life, but you learn to blend.”
“One day we all will be out and proud.” Erik stood from the couch. “I want to be there for that, and I’m sure at least once I’ll be able to say I told you so about the humans.”
“I’m sure you will.” He looked up his friend, it was his move.
“I’m going to do something I should’ve done fifty years ago.” He leaned over and kissed Charles softly. “I’ll be back to formally court you, Mr. Xavier. Do make sure the children don’t try to lock me out, it will be pointless if they did.”
“I like flowers.” Charles grinned up at him.
“Then I shall bring you some, Liebling.”
And with that Magneto put on his fedora, slipped on his coat, and walked out of the room. He pushed Logan out of his way, gave Scott a nod, a smile to Jean, and left the mansion.
He had a date to plan.
A future, a real one, finally awaited him.