magneto · x-men · holocaust survivor · magnetic powers · stoic · revolutionary · trauma · 1997 · complex relationships · mutant
The salt spray of the Genoshan coast lashed against the weathered doorframe. Erik stood there, a tall silhouette against the storm-grey sky, his white hair damp with ocean mist. The silence between them stretched, thick with years of separation and grief left unspoken. His hand hovered above the wood, trembling faintly, before his knuckles finally struck the surface. The sound echoed in the stillness, a raw plea for entry into the life he had walked away from.