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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"Forgive me."
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Pressing himself further into Erik's embrace, he moans piteously.
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He has been considering his options, how to spare Charles the worst, but he has drawn a consistent blank.
He wishes Hank had never found the damn drug in the first place.
"Hush, liebe. Let me bring you water."
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"Calm your mind."
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"Am I dying?" he asks when the coughing subsides.
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"Please, no food."
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He tries to leave their bed without jarring Charles, tangled in the sweat-soaked bedclothes.
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He will not eat, no matter what anyone says.
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He hangs back as Hank starts his examination of Charles, commenting on how pale he is and offering another dose of the new medication.
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"I'll take the tea," he offers a compromise.
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He only manages a corner before he pushes the plate away, unable to eat any more.
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"We could go outside later," he offers.
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"I think I might just... go back to sleep."
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"I know."
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