towerofanimus | So much to offer, yet nothing to give.

Characters: Charles Xavier and whomever.
Setting: Floor number twenty-five.
Format: Paragraph format, but anything is fine.
Summary: Charles laying in the meadow with his feelings. Manly tears and angst abound.
Warnings: None. G for tears?

Everything had piled up.

After finding himself needing to be rescued all the time, or not being able to help, at least not anyway that made a difference. Instead usually hurting those he tried to help... Charles was tired. He was tired and worn and he couldn't keep up the visage of being okay anymore.

Having woken up in the tower after the nightmare of all those monsters. People fighting and him not being able to do anything, just be a liability, people probably died, and everyone so close together in such pain, and the anger and the fright and everything had gotten to him, beaten down on his mind and he'd been able to do nothing but curl fingers tight in his hair and hold his head. If he'd died during it, Charles couldn't remember, didn't want to remember. But after waking up from that and feeling numb, not wanting to move or do much of anything, he figured that it would be worse for him not to get up, he'd done enough of not getting up before he'd been brought to the tower as it was.
So he'd checked to see who was in the tower, a light scan with his mind, Erik was here, Molly, others who's minds he'd touched briefly before, new minds. Minds he couldn't quite touch, but that was fine. He just wanted a basic idea as it was. Happy that he still knew people here, yet not, he decided to take a look around, see if anything had changed, if things were 'normal'. And in doing so found one of the new floors.

It was beautiful really, flowers that never seemed to end, a lovely meadow. Wheeling through it in his wheelchair he'll come to a stop eventually, peering around and inhale deeply. Eyes closing he'll let his breath out, just needing a moment, before he'll work himself out of his chair and awkwardly manage to get himself laying on his back, next to said chair, looking up from the flood of flowers around him. It's there, alone, with only his thoughts and the sea of flowers that he'll feel tears stain his cheeks, sliding down slowly. Fingers touch gingerly at the wetness and Charles will scoff at himself, before letting his hand fall beside him.

No matter how hard he tried to not let everything get to him, to be strong and help people and just do what he thought was right.

He just felt so useless.

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No. No it wasn't. Not able to get in contact with their gracious hosts in quite some time, or find anything out at all... it was looking rather grim in any way out.

But he didn't want to think about that. He just wanted to have one day where it was just him and Erik. Nothing else. Just this one day of complete selfishness.

Charles won't bother to say anything, just curl fingers in Erik's shirt to tug himself up a bit to kiss Erik again. Greedy and selfish, that was Charles Xavier today. He wouldn't deny it.

Chuckling against Charles's lips, Erik let the other take control of the kiss, wrapping an arm around his waist to help support his body, taking pressure off his arms. Opening his mouth to the other man, he let his tongue dart out, before retreating.

The support was appreciated, and really Erik was an amazing support for him in the Tower in general as it was. They both were for each other. Sometimes they were better at it than other times, but they did try their best regardless.

His own tongue chases Erik's into the mutant's mouth, tilting his head to better get an angle to delve his tongue inside, a soft pleased noise escaping him. It was easy to focus on this, to forget everything was happening around them, a small escape, and he would take it gladly.

When he needs a bit of air, lungs complaining he'll pull back just enough to breath.

"My friend, has anyone ever told you you're quite the kisser?"

"No, actually." Erik chuckled, "But I'm perfectly fine from hearing it from you, now." He brushed his fingers through the other's hair slowly, pressing his lips to his forehead gently.

"Are you comfortable?" Erik couldn't imagine that having to sustain his position with his upper arms could be that comfortable.

And he'll ever so slightly tilt his head up into the lips pressed against his forehead.

"I will be fine like this." Which meant no, but really he didn't mind it. He was with Erik and they were for the time being, having a very good day. A moment in time where nothing else mattered and he didn't wish to ruin it.

"And I dislike being lied to." Erik smiled, slightly, and shifted them both down, laying out in the grass. It took pressure of his own back (the chair dug into the lower half), and allowed Charles to spread out more, without having to take so much weight on his arms.

"Better?"

Charles will just give a soft huff of a noise and smile against Erik's shoulder. He does approve of the new position though, and nods.

"Much." And he'll be momentarily distracted by a flower that seems to have snuck between them, sticking out from the ground. Fingers touch at petals and he'll seem to ponder on plucking it, before doing so. He'll bring it up and poke Erik on the nose with it.

He's feeling rather silly in mood now. Thanks to the other mutant.

Erik just raised an eyebrow, wrinkling his nose slightly. "Really, Charles." He chuckled, capturing the flower from the other's hand, before tucking it behind the younger telepath's ear.

"I didn't know you were a teenage girl."

"I do apologize, my friend. I did mean to inform you at some time or another. I admit it slipped my mind after a while." He tries to sound serious, but lips quirk a little at the corners of his lips, a smile threatening to ruin it all.

"Though I cannot say if that color does anything for me." Charles reaches up to touch at the flower in his hair.

"You look fine." Erik dropped down to kiss Charles again, quickly. He didn't mean to, but this thing was making him sad, on some level. That this wouldn't continue for long.

That they would find a way out, and it would be over. Things wouldn't change. The rift would continue, just as it always had.

Charles more than happy to oblige more kisses, as really the same fears plague him and he's more than willing to take what he can here. It is probably cruel to continue as they are with each other in this place, but both of them didn't seem to care.

Fingers clutch in Erik's shirt as he tilts his head up into the kiss, needy. He would be fine staying like this as long as the other mutant would allow.

This could be considered quite romantic after all. Laying in a field of flowers with the man he loved, kissing. Straight out of some silly romance novel.

So much to offer, yet nothing to give.

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