Erik Magnus Lehnsherr (master_magnus) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2009-08-10 15:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | z: om1: !complete, z: om1: affiliation: brotherhood, z: om1: character: erik lehnsherr, z: om1: character: pietro lehnsherr, z: om1: character: wanda maximoff, z: om1: location: genosha |
These children learn from cigarette burns...
Characters: Wanda, Magnus, Pietro
Setting: Early afternoon in the Genosha manor gardens
Content: Nothing bad that I can think of
Summary: The Lehnsherr family has lunch
It had been a very long time since Magnus had spent a pleasant afternoon with his family and even now, as he sat at a little table in the gardens having lunch with his children, his mind was on other matters. His eyes traveled over Wanda’s face and he mentally congratulated himself on having had a part in the creation of something so lovely. It was too bad she was so treacherous. Magnus was by no means an idiot, he was completely aware that his daughter had clandestine motives in seeking reconciliation. Still, there was very little she could actually do; he would just have to be careful about the information she was given and make sure he kept an eye on her. Besides, it was all give-and-take; if he let her believe she had his approval and more freedom then she would be more willing to be used by him. Just this morning he’d taken Wanda into Africa to liberate a mutant child being held captive. Wanda had performed splendidly and without any protest. He would utilize her abilities while he could.
A giggle from Wanda turned his attention back to the present and he watched as she flicked her brother in the ear. Watching his children was like sifting through his own memories of himself and Magda. On one level it was somehow endearing to him and on another it was entirely disturbing. The twins were almost too close- but he banished that line of thought as soon as it appeared and continued to regard them with vague interest as he sipped a glass of wine. Magnus had never been this close to his own sister, though they had been a few years apart in age. It was strange to suddenly think of her, he honestly hadn’t thought of his sister Ruth in years. It was a path of memories he did not wish to travel so he lit a cigarette and smiled at Wanda’s disapproving stare. She’d never supported he or Pietro’s smoking.
Pietro, who was so very like himself. He stared at his son now, seeing his own eyes and his own hair and that familiar superior look. Pietro even shared his ideals, which was the main issue in which Wanda had thoroughly disappointed Magnus. It was a small comfort to know that even if both of his children abandoned him, Pietro would probably not abandon his ideals. Magnus would do his best to keep Pietro around, even if he lost Wanda for good. Even if he lost her, just as he’d lost her mother.
He had sometimes wondered what life might be like if Magda had not died, if he could have given his children a normal life. But no, he realized, that would never have been possible. Their abilities were extraordinary and the pull of power- to use them to achieve his own goals- would have been far too strong to resist. Even Magda’s charms would not have been enough to keep Magnus from his pro-mutant principles forever.
Still, he knew, their lives could have been better. With a little twinge of remorse, he knew that he could have treated his children better. Magnus knew that deep down, beneath the loyalty and the need for his approval, Pietro probably despised his father. He realized that pretty Wanda, behind the lipstick and the attitude, was a unsure little girl who had been used all of her life and knew it. Magnus recognized that this was his fault. He had driven his children to hatred and insecurity. He had driven them to each other. Now he must contend with the consequences of their devotion to one another. Yes, Magnus knew far more about his children than they suspected, understood far more about them than they perhaps realized about themselves.