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" What is it you need, Miss Frost?
It isn't often I receive company,
especially this late into the night.
Or is it, perhaps, you simply seek
companionship . . . ? "
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@DlAMONDPSYCHE
The nighttime air cast a stilled chill amongst the halls of Magneto's Krokoan quarters. It was late, and he had found himself strangely awake. A man as busy as he should have been asleep hours ago, but something drove him from his slumber.
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@DlAMONDPSYCHE โ
Swirling the ale in its glass, he watched her for a moment. All these years, and her beauty never wavered. Perhaps it was a trick of the eye, or some manipulation using her powers. Nonetheless, Magneto admired her. He responded only after she finished her swig.
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@DlAMONDPSYCHE โ
" Indeed. Tonight, sleep seems
to be escaping me. Come, sit. "
Another wave of his hand, and the chair opposite him pulled out on its own. In the same moment, another metallic cup emerged and settled onto the table.
" Join me for some scotch. "
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@DlAMONDPSYCHE โ
Ah . . .
Perhaps he should have expected her. A flex of his hand, and the helmet levitated from its dormancy and returned to its place atop his head. Despite their history, Erik could never be too careful.
" Miss Frost . . . "
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