An X-Men shortfic
He reaches out and she steps back.
“Trust me,” he says again, low and soothing.
Blue-grey eyes stare into green, urging her to take his hand. She bites her lip. It’s such a simple thing. Everyone does it so casually, taking it for granted. But she can’t be so careless… or so she’s believed.
He continues to hold out his hand and ever so slowly her own inches forward.
Fingers brush and she braces herself.
A shuddering breath escapes her. “Magnus…”
He encloses her hand in his and brushes her forehead with his lips.
“Happy Birthday, Rogue.”
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