Erik Lensherr (
diecastking) wrote2014-09-22 09:26 pm
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XMFC/Where's Scott?
The fire is roaring in the grate, the drawing room an insulated haven from the chilly expanse of the mansion. Despite Hank and Alex's experiments with capturing Havok power, the old building remains draughty and difficult to warm.
However, Erik is perfectly content. He is sitting on the sofa, Charles sprawled across his lap in a position that would've been completely impossible only a few months ago. He rests his elbow on the arm of the sofa, a book of philosophy open but it's his lover who holds his attention, his hand softly caressing his hair.
Charles has never looked more content, more relaxed. The only sting in the tail is that Erik cannot feel his happiness, one step removed from the intimacy they once shared.
However, Erik is perfectly content. He is sitting on the sofa, Charles sprawled across his lap in a position that would've been completely impossible only a few months ago. He rests his elbow on the arm of the sofa, a book of philosophy open but it's his lover who holds his attention, his hand softly caressing his hair.
Charles has never looked more content, more relaxed. The only sting in the tail is that Erik cannot feel his happiness, one step removed from the intimacy they once shared.
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"You must do what you think best," he says, voice taut with coiled fury. "I will look for our son."
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He knows Erik misses his telepathy, and Charles of course does too. He also knows Hank has worked on his medication since he first gave it to him, and that, sitting in the lab, is a modified form that will keep his seizures under control and allow him his mutant power. Unfortunately, it is the action that kills the telepathy that allows him the use of his legs. For one, he must lose the other, and his need to walk has always been stronger than his need to read the minds of others. Plus, there's just something about the drug he takes, something he can't explain but that he's desperate not to lose.
But Erik is right in his silence. Scott is missing, possibly in danger, and Charles alone has the power to bring this to an end. He's almost due another injection, can already feel the beginnings of the desperate hunger that the drug has awoken in him.
He must resist it.
"Alright," he forces himself to say. "Alright. I'll... I'll do it."
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There is no pain yet, but the itch is building.
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Erik hates to remind Charles of the consequences of his decision, but he needs his son. If anything happened to Scott, he would never forgive himself.
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"The drawing room," he asks for instead. "Bring me the... the other drug."
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No more.
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He hates to see his lover in pain but they must find their son. "Here."
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and worst of all, the desperate need for the medication doesn't abate in the slightest. Desperate tears escape down his cheeks as he closes his eyes, slams his hands over his ears for good measure even though he knows the noise is all within his own head.
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//Calm your mind// he thinks desperately in Charles' direction.
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"Be quiet..." he begs, hands tighter over his ears. "I can't... it's too much. Too loud..."
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"Charles. Focus on my voice."
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"Help me..."
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"Think of Scott. We need to find Scott."
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With a gargantuan effort, he closes his eyes and tries desperately to control the screaming in his mind. //Scott?// he tries to remember how to seek out one mind in the crowd.
//Scott, where are you?//
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"Daddy?"
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"He's alive..." he manages to croak out to Erik, redoubling his efforts.
//Scott, where are you? Think your answer, don't say it. Like we used to talk.//
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Scott frowns at the voice, as he starts to notice a few figures in the distance and that it's darker than he expected.
//Outside. Playing soldiers//
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//Can you come inside?//
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Scott clutches his dolls close to his chest and peers out of the tree. He doesn't really remember how he got up here and he can't see a way down in the dark.
//I can see the house. All the lights are on.// He squints into the darkness. //And I can see Banshee's targets all smashed up on the grass.//
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//Loudly, so people can hear you. Alex is looking for you, and Raven and Hank.//
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It's Alex who comes running, staring up at the tree like he's seen a ghost. "And how the- how did you get up there?"
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"He's safe. I need the proper medication now."
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"Hank says this medication replaces the other. You cannot have both."
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