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𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 ━ a woman, always painted
as the villain, tries her hardest to
show a cruel world her good intention...
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ᵒ .༄ ࿐ ࿔* 🌊♟💦 ♯ ❝MAYBE IN ANOTHER LIFETIME! ❞ ⋆⋅ ━━━━ ‧ ༻✩༺ ‧ ━━━━ ⋅⋆
PEACE WAS NEVER AN OPTION, MAGGIE STILL HEARS THE HAUNTING WORDS OF ERIK ECHO IN HER HEAD AFTER THEIR CONVERSATION last night. She had once shared that mindset, that dark and twisted way of thinking that she based on her experiences as a lonesome child. She had used it as a foundation to build-or better said rebuild herself on. And now as she sits in the same chair she sat in at the beginning of this journey she wonders. Wonders about the life she could have lived if she hadn't been afraid to hide her true self. Something about Charles' hopeful words and dreams sparked something inside of her. Made her question the idea of Erik's words. Words she would have stand behind if it wasn't for this experience. Her shared laughter with Raven and Alex, or how she could aimlessly talk with Hank about the extent of her powers. She felt light, and peaceful-she felt happy.
"It has to be an option." She speaks the words in a breathless whisper as she stand up from her chair. Her shoulders are squared, her spine is straight and she feels powerful, capable of good things-the right thing.
Step by step she walks closer to the door, the fire inside her burning brighter, fiercer, stronger. "It will be an option." She states the words with the conviction of a priest leading people into prayer.
And all the chestnut haired woman can hope is that when push comes to shove, Erik will find clarity in those words too. The door of her room falls close behind her, like the last chapter of a book marking the ending and the hopeful start of a new beginning somewhere hidden between the lines.
One by one, everyone gathers, like herself looking ready to fight-maybe even die if the odds favour that. But no one shows any hesitation. Unconsciously, her thoughts drift back to Darwin and is own last stand against Shaw. Now it would be their turn to try and defeat him.
Maggie doesn't look to her right when she sees some fall in step with her from the corner of her eye. She has been with him enough to recognise his presence, and dare she admit his familiar scent. Her arms swing by her side, and for a brief moment, maybe accidental or maybe intentionally their hands brush together.
But before she can really think about any hidden meaning, the group halts in front of Hank's lab, a hurriedly written note plastered on the door, but she has not much time to see what it says when Charles opens the door, revealing a mostly destroyed room to her surprise. "What the hell happened here?" She can hear Erik inquire next her as they all step inside the room, eyes scanning the broken glass and scattered pieces of broken equipment on the floor. Charles only casts a single glance over his shoulder, eyes piercing into Raven's like the two of them know exactly what has occurred.
