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Has he cooled down enough? That's what Toad wonders as he braves his way towards Magneto's quarters. Seeing Padraig get tossed was really amusing but he'd rather not be sharing infirmary time with a lowly recruit. Still, he had a deadline to meet, he feels he's met it, but it's not official until he lets the boss know personally. He's still got a few yards to go but he's crossing them quickly, closing in on that ominous door.
The ominous door creaks open slowly. But the form of Magneto is not what meets Toad. No, the form of Bella on the other hand, is. She slinks from the room, her expression sad and dangerous as she closes the door behind her, one hand pressed against it to keep it from clicking too loudly. One bleeding hand. Though the wound is closing quickly. She's still wrapped in silk, looking positively sinful if a little pensive.
Admittedly, Toad is surprised to see the door coming open. Then that surprise turns into unimpressed notice once he sees Bella coming from within. And what she's wearing. Bah, guess this means Magneto isn't up for any kind of business, since it seems pleasure has overwhelmed him once /again/.... Toynbee shakes his head at that thought as his pace slows. "No wonder no work can evur get done around 'ere," he comments aloud, though at a respectable tone so as not to wake the potentially sleeping dictator. The wound on her hand is noticed, but ignored as it fades. Things got that rough, eh?
Gentle, gentle. Shit. The door slams a little roughly at the sudden voice behind her. Bella reels around and presses her back to the door, wide eyes searching out Toad. Finding him, Bella frowns, trying to force the look into a sly smile. "Yes well, I can be awfully distracting can't I?" Slowly her mind begins to creep toward his, ready to slap down some power if need be.
Toad chuffs. "Maybe t'im." His eyes don't hide the fact that he doesn't like the relationship Bella and Magneto seem to have. It's like when a stepmom enters the picture, and pulls dad's attention away from the rest of the family. But since she has successfully distracted Magneto for the evening, Toad concedes that he'll have to pester his leader at a later date. He turns to walk away, mind already contemplating some of the many toys he still needs to perfect in his workshop.
Bella narrows her eyes as Toad turns. Would he come back to check on Erik once she stepped away? She can't take that chance. "Wait." She says, little more than a whisper, though easily heard in the quiet echo of the hallway. A touch of power. How easy will his mind be to manipulate? Another gentle touch. Lust. "I'm going to be leaving for awhile. You should.. come with me."
Like Hell! ... Would be Toad's normal response, but for some reason he finds himself slowling down. His legs, pausing. A notion is building in his mind. Bella... wants him to go with her? Really? But... what about Magneto? Something is trying to convince him that Magneto no longer matters. He shakes off that thought, but still finds himself turning to look at her again. Good lord, that body of hers... It frightens him. But at the same time, he can't seem to look away. "I can't go nowhere wi' you." His tone is peppered with uncertainty. "Not wi'out Magneto's permission."
A long practiced look, one used not even two hours ago on the man sleeping in the other room. Lashes drift down, covering glittering eyes so that only a hint of green can be seen. And then the bottom lip sticks out gently, a soft pout. "Oh." Another touch of power. Has he ever known need? He'll know it now. "I'm sure he wouldn't mind." Half whisper, half whimper.
Feelings like this are very foreign to Mortimer, which is why they frighten him so. He always told himself that he could never feel them, because no woman would ever reciprocate the feeling. But God help him, he's feeling it now and he doesn't know why. Wait. Bella. Seductress. Succubus. "W'ot the fuck are you--" But the sentence can't be completed. He puts his hands to his head as if it would shield him from her, though he knows it can't. Telepaths... Manipulators... He hates them all! "Don't...." He backs up against one wall of the hallway, still unable to take his eyes off her. "You... bitch..." He's trying, and there is panic in his face and the fact that he takes a struggling step backwards, but nothing else can be done.
It's a horrible, wonderful feeling isn't it? That pull that drives you to another person. That desire, so thick you can't breath, you can't speak, blinded by the beauty of another. "You're mind is so strong." she whispers, voice thick and husky as she pulls her lips between her teeth, licking the poison free. She's taken the antidote already, it isn't going to hurt her. But she can't risk it dropping him either. She closes the distance between them, silk straining against her hips as they take on a little extra sway. A hand lifts, gentle as her powers flood through her hand and into the cheek where it rests, letting him feel a pleasure unlike any other for just a brief moment. "But is it really worth resisting? When I can bring you such joy?"
Well, Toad is smarter than he looks. And acts. And behaves. But right now it's mostly fear that's doing its best to help him resist Bella. He's having a panick attack, breathing heavy, and slowly sliding down the wall into a helpless crouch. He can't even muster up anger right now, which might have helped. "P-please...." It takes days of physical torture to muster that word from his lips. His eyes gloss over when her hand reaches his face--Shove her! Cut her! Kick her!--His hands reach for hers instead, holding the one that caressed him, pulling it around to where he can kiss it desperately. His defenses have failed, he is miserably in her power.
Bella watches as he curls in on himself, amazed at such resilience, such desperation. But once the hand is kissed, Bella knows she's won and tugs him to his feet, trying to guide him by hand towards the waiting boat. "Come with me, Toad, and for once in your life, be free." Or a prisoner of love, but it sounds good.
Toad rises to his feet as she wills him to and follows at a docile pace. Something is wrong--he knows it. A voice is screaming it in the back of his head. But for now that voice isn't loud enough; Magneto's influence is forgotten. He even seems to smile a little as she leads him along.