Alex’s nonsensical X-Men head-canon → #03; Magneto hates salt
It’s not easy finding foods that aren’t overly salty.
Erik ends up avoiding bland vegetables altogether in favour of eating. It mainly works for him, until one day Raven corners him and sets a burger, fries and Coke in front of him, puts her hands on hips and gives him this look.
“I’m not hungry,” he says, “I don’t want it.”
She cocks an eyebrow and says “Bullshit.”
“I can’t,” he says, and refuses to meet her eyes, because he’s afraid of the sympathy he’ll see in them.
It’s not the food he hates, he thinks as he finishes the burger under Raven’s – no, Mystique’s – watchful eye. It’s the salt; the perpetual reminder of the sea, of the first and last time he was with Charles.
It’s maybe a bit fitting, in a poetic way, that he and Charles’ friendship begins with his impending death in the sea, and ends with Charles bleeding out by the Atlantic.
The tang of salt tastes vaguely of drowning, he thinks, tastes of tears and regret. He’s reminded that all their potential what-may-have-beens have become nothing but collateral damage when he licks the residue of the French fries from his fingers.
It’s the taste of hello and goodbye.