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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"No matter how kind you are."
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"You did not abandon me over so many sins. Do you really think I would cast you aside so easily?"
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"I am tired, Erik."
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Erik waits for Charles to decide, the library suddenly brittle around them, as if a small puff of air could fracture the dream.
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"I am here."
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"We'll get through this," he tells him.
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"One more needle. I could... I could fight it better, if I had it just one more time."
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"You torture me."
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"It will pass."
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"Forgive me."
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Pressing himself further into Erik's embrace, he moans piteously.
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