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

[token_vengeance]

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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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."

[token_vengeance]

"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.

[groovy_mutation]

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.