Magnetic Reunion

Smoothing my emerald-green opera gloves, I held my whisper-thin miniature cigarette poised between two fingers, letting a faint thread of rose smoke drift lazily past my sunglasses. Just along the glass riser stood Havok, frozen mid-blast on his circular acrylic pedestal. A gentleman should always make an entrance with appropriate drama, darling. With a flick of my wrist, I channeled a pulse of crackling magnetic force laced with pink energy straight into the steel pins in his boots. The metal hummed, gliding his pedestal a deliberate inch closer to my side. 'Right on time, Alex,' I murmured, tipping my brim. A proper reunion requires superior staging. #Polaris #Havok #X-Factor #smokinghot #Mutant #Classy