MAGNUS MONTERROSA*
❝ ——born to a time when the
quiet ended. ❞
➢ mv. x-men/comics.
➢ young, modern oc influenced
by magneto.
➢ 18+.
➢ crossovers welcome.
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@FLUlDUM Magnus takes a moment, eyebrows lifting in surprise when the chocolate hits his tongue.
"Mm. Now *that* is different. I would never have thought to ask for *chocolate*. But it's good!" He flashes a grin, then takes another sip. "What's it called, then?"
@FLUlDUM "Oh, is this one of the doctor's personal creations?" He takes the glass, holding it up to the light as if marveling at it. . . before winking teasingly and taking a sip.
@FLUlDUM Magnus makes a big show of leaning over to get a good look at said 'degree' she's pointed out.
"A doctor, eh?" He gives a low whistle of appreciation. "I didn't know I was in such expert company."
@FLUlDUM Then it’s a good thing that Magnus has all the time in the world.~
He mirrors that grin, crooked and bright as he shuffles on over to the bar. “There she is, the mixologist herself,” he greets teasingly, leaning his elbows on the bar.
It's an experience of living, as anyone who’s ever sought acceptance and love has, by trying desperately to get something right. That something will always remain elusive even if we are good. Even if we are perfect. Even if, for just a moment, we can see beyond the horizon.
@losingcrimes — At least, if Magnus had the stomach for fighting.
Settled into his spot, straw brought to his lips, Magnus’ eyes wander from his phone and around the shop, lingering for a moment on Billy in interest. It’s undoubtedly a look the man gets often, with a face like that.
@losingcrimes Magnus’ abilities are the sort that draw attention —— magnetic manipulation of some sort or another, not entirely clear considering how they keep his powers tamped down.
Still, they’d be useful to whomever managed to convince the government to release him onto the payroll. —
@FLUlDUM Aww, that’s both flattering *and* endearing. He’s honored! He threw on something just a little flashy, a little sexy, then made his way down to the bar, peeking around a little for her when he finally enters.