towerofanimus | And the only solution was to stand and fight [Closed]

Characters: Erik Lehnsherr and Charles Xavier
Setting: 2-10
Format: Prose
Summary: Erik goes to visit Charles to say 'I told you so'
Warnings: Probably not.

So Erik had been proven right. It wasn't something he found himself interested in gloating on, though. He had seen the way that people were attacking each other now, but due to his own constraints, he couldn't do a thing about it. The forced obedience the wish to follow the rules, it was still there, calling to him. Luckily for him, Erik hadn't seen things progress past that. Perhaps he was lucky; or perhaps it was his mental fortitude which had allowed it.

He didn't know. Erik only knew that the pit in his stomach, the sickening feeling that he had always felt as a child, just before Herr Docktor had called him into their 'special place', was back. Experimentation. Torture. Forced imprisonment. Erik had thought he was over this...but this place turned everything within him upside down.

Letting out a breath, he knocked on Charles's door, pausing for a moment before speaking.

"Charles, it's Erik. Let me in."

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"There is that, yes." Erik gave a nod, a slight smile, letting a hand brush out to smooth some of Charles's hair back into place. He should go, truly. As much as he wanted to stay, he would regret it in the morning, making it worse for both of them. This was a moment--a very good moment--but just one. It didn't erase the expanse between them, still.

"Thank you for--trying to help." It comes out awkward, but Erik is sincere.

And it seems that being tucked in is all it takes for sleep to start creeping up on him. He'd been tired of course, but now laying down, comfortable, it was harder to deny it, his eyes feeling heavy, especially with that hand brushing through his hair.

"I am only sorry it didn't work well." Charles will smile, apologetic, sleepily. He's still trying to fight sleep, still wanting to enjoy this odd but peaceful moment between them. He was afraid the moment he closed his eyes, it would be gone, that he wouldn't be able to get it back.

Fingers reach to rest of Erik's hand, gentle as he seems to want to hold him there, to tug him down to make Erik stay with him. To sleep and rest well. To not leave him. He felt like a needy child, and Erik the teddy bear he so desperately needed to stay and cuddle with him. As if it would fight off any reservations he could have.

"Thank you for helping me..." Helping him get situated that was, it was usually a big hoopla every night, it was genuinely nice not having to deal with it.

"It probably shouldn't have." Erik gave Charles a tight smile back, finding the other's hand, squeezing it tightly. He alone lives within his head. It's a terrible dark place, but no one needs to share in that. And despite what this place will do to him, he needs to learn to control it. Keep it tight and locked. He's done it before, he can do it again. He can't allow himself to be weak.

"It's nothing." And he wouldn't mind doing it each night, if they were fighting or not. Charles shouldn't be seen struggling by anyone. Even with the rift, he can still be protective.

And Charles only wished that Erik realized it wasn't a weakness to let others into your mind, into your life. But it wasn't something easy to explain or to change in someone who's felt this way much of his life. Then again, Charles is some what the same, but in a different extent.

"No, no it's not nothing, Erik. Thank you, I mean it." He'll squeeze his hand back, tired eyes gazing up at his friend. Lids close a little, flutter and stay closed for a few seconds before they open again. Charles is trying hard not to give into sleep.

"Rest, my friend. You need it."

"I will get it soon, I assure you." Erik can tell that Charles is starting to fade, to dip into the place he needs most--where his mind can quiet and rest from all the things he has had to deal with.

Erik's sleep will most likely be less kind, less restful. But he is used to it. He can sleep with the helmet on, protecting Charles from those thoughts.

Seeing that Charles is nearly gone, he leans down, barely brushing his lips against the other's forehead, before pulling back, taking his hand with him.

At his assurance, Charles seems to relax. Eyes close again and this time they don't reopen. He's still not fully asleep, but enough that Erik could make his get away if he so pleased. The kiss to his forehead has the mutant smiling the smallest of smiles, and his fingers reflexively hold Erik's hand tighter when he tries to take his hand back.

Though he will succeed when Charles grip goes lax, finally settled into sleep. Breathing softer and steady, he's out like a light.

And the only solution was to stand and fight [Closed]

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