Darcy/Magneto 9
Darcy’s eyebrows came together a little as she peered into the group that was milling around the exit to the corn maze. “How the fuck do I lose someone so tall?” she muttered to herself. It was dark, of course, but there was plenty of light provided by the lights that loomed up over the picnic tables that were clustered about.
“Erik?” she called softly. She wasn’t as worried about calling attention to them as she had been when they were in his time. As far as everyone who cared knew, Erik Lehnsherr was locked up in some super secret location somewhere, and that hadn’t changed.
She was going to have to go in after him, wasn’t she? She totally was. Sighing, Darcy gripped her styrofoam cup of hot chocolate a little tighter and waded through the loose press of bodies towards the exit to the maze. It was a group of some sort, like a gaming group or something, and she’d sort of gotten swept along with them as they’d made their way through the maze, laughing and talking. On the one hand, she’d heard all about the local vampire politics. On the other hand, she was missing a certain German she’d actually come here with.
She had a flashlight, but she didn’t really need it. The moon was bright overhead, and the lights from outside the maze were enough to see by, although it got a little shadowy as she moved further into the thing.
She tried retracing her steps, but it was a little difficult. Being short, she’d sort of been lost in the middle of the group and hadn’t been able to pay that close attention to which twists and turns they’d made.
“Erik?” she called again. They were really going to have to get him a phone. Then she could just GPS her way to him. “Erik?”
She heard movement, footsteps across the dry ground. It might not be Erik, but… She made a left, moving towards where the noise was coming from. Nope, it was Erik walking towards her in his long, dark coat, looking distinctly less-than-pleased.
Darcy stopped, a grin turning up the corners of her mouth, eyebrows raising. She rested her free hand on her hip as she looked up at him. “What happened to you?”
“I was looking at the stars. I can’t see them out at the mansion.” He glanced upwards. There was still some light pollution out here, but nothing like there was in the city.
“Oh my god. I’m telling Charles you got lost in the maze.”
He drew himself up a little straighter. “I wasn’t lost, I was enjoying the night sky.”
Her grin grew, and she moved over to him, offering him her hot chocolate. “Okay. I believe you. Thousands wouldn’t, but I’m sure Charlestotally will.”
There was no missing the was his features drew down, even in the dark.