Is This Home?

[animusmods]

Characters: anyone who got sent "home", anyone going to rescue them
Setting: your world?
Format: any
Summary: Post your nightmare world! Travel to other nightmare worlds! Save people from nightmare worlds!
Warnings: general angst/horror warnings for now

There's a bright flash of light and a screech of sound before you pop back into existence in familiar territory. Maybe something's off about it, though...

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[groovy_mutation]

Charles will let his hands rest in his lap, rather enjoying this to be honest. It felt nice, hands in his hair and all, awkwardness aside. There's a soft snort as Erik insults his impeccable fashion sense.

"That towel you're sporting isn't any better." Which made no sense, it was his towel after all. But what sense was to be had here right now? None. Charles was appreciative of Erik trying to be uplifting of the situation, light teasing and all. It was a coping mechanic for himself as it was, so it felt good to hide behind it with Erik.

[token_vengeance]

"If you don't like it, take it off." Erik smirked, calling Charles's bluff. Nudity didn't bother him in the slightest, and he knew that the other man definitely had some...reactions to it. Whether it be with him, or Raven.

Finishing up, he turned off the water, moving to get a towel to help dry his hair.

[groovy_mutation]

And he'll just open his mouth to say something, not know what to say to that and huff softly, making a face. Really, Erik. Charles had a reaction to seeing his sister naked because well... she was his sister, or as close to a sister as he'd ever have. Erik it was for different reasons.

And in the past Charles would have been completely comfortable with his own nudity, but not any longer. His body didn't feel or look like his own any more, he hated it. It was uncomfortable for himself to look at his own naked body now. Much less anyone else.

"... if I will be taking anything off, it's this shirt. You soaked it, Erik." He'll offer a frown, plucking at said wet shirt.

[token_vengeance]

"That I did." Erik smirks, gesturing. "Well, take it off. I'll go find something acceptable in your wardrobe." Hands move to tighten the towel around his waist, before going to pad off into the other room.

"You realize I have no clean pants, now. Unless you kept my clothing dreamed up in my old room." Which, if Charles did...would be very telling, and in some ways, quite sad.

[groovy_mutation]

Instead of taking his shirt off right there, he'll roll out after Erik, a bit behind him. At the question Charles stops, and he'll set on looking very focused on yanking off his vest, then unbuttoning his dress shirt.

"Ah, yes... your room is as it was..." He'll mutter, as if he's not admitting he left Erik's room exactly how it had been. For a little over a month. As if he expected Erik to come back. Hoped he would. Even though through all the want and desire for his friend to return to him... he knew it wouldn't be that way.

[token_vengeance]

"...all right." Erik doesn't feel the need to say anything to that. Charles is in a vulnerable position, and not one the other mutant wants to press, for once.

Reaching out a hand, he squeezes his bare shoulder. "I'll be back then."

He heads out of the bedroom then, to dress and let Charles collect his thoughts.

[groovy_mutation]

When Erik leaves, Charles feels like fool. A needy pining fool and Erik can easily see it now. He feels so exposed in this reality, and not because he's half naked mind you, he could care less about Erik seeing that, just... Erik seeing his vulnerability since their parting on that beach.

Wheeling over to his dresser, he'll tug out a dress shirt and cardigan, getting them on with little issue. Pondering staying here, waiting for Erik to return, he'll push that thought away, sitting around, waiting, he's done with that. So nudging his door open he'll roll through the hallway, down to Erik's room. Giving a knock on the door with his knuckles, he'll call through the door.

"All settled in there, my friend?"

[token_vengeance]

"You can come in, Charles. It isn't anything you haven't seen." Erik chuckles softly, finishing sliding on a pair of pants, and pulling on a turtleneck. He isn't sure what he truly wants from this--him and Charles. This is hard...complicated.

And this place, this false reality? Is certainly not the time or place to start trying to sort it out.

[groovy_mutation]

"That is hardly the point." Charles will give a light huff as he opens the door, rolling on in. He will try to not gawk at Erik, looking around the room instead.

"So do you have any idea where we should start looking for this possible door out of here?" Back to business it is.

[token_vengeance]

"No." Erik shrugged, tucking his shirt into his pants before doing up his belt.

"But I suspect it won't be the way I came in. I suspect it's on the grounds somewhere. Perhaps even in the house."

[groovy_mutation]

"Then should we split up? It could be quicker that way, in theory." He could take the mansion, open all the doors, look for doors that never existed before.

Erik could run around outside on the grounds. It would be fun.

[token_vengeance]

"No." Erik shook his head, sounding a bit more firm than he meant to be. "I don't know what will happen when we open the door. If it pulls us through the moment we open it? We'll be separated again. I don't want that." They need to stick together. He won't lose Charles again.