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[longhairisgroovy]

The kiss was unexpected, and the briefest of touches. Erik no doubt meant the gesture as one of comfort, and comfort it did. His skin burned under Erik's touch, and he felt far too glad to be covered from the other.

Maybe once he was better, he would ask Erik what that small gesture truly meant, why it had felt much more than a simple friendly comfort. But for now, it was too soon, too difficult a path ahead of them, one that Charles was still uncertain even held a light at the end.

Whilst Erik briefly looked away, Charles ghosted a hand over his stomach, allowing worry to seep into him for that small moment. Would his body truly fight back from this? It may already be too late, he felt, thinking on all he knew of the body's capabilities. He may not be able to fight, and he had gotten to a point in the past days that he wasn't entirely certain he knew why he even was, any longer.

But then, Erik had come. He had come for Charles, and abandoned his cause, if only temporarily. The thought was thrilling, to say the least. It made Charles realise he had the strength to at least try to pull through this, if not for himself then for the man in front of him; the leader of the Brotherhood, the strongest man he knew.

He would do this, for Erik. "I'll eat, Erik..." He spoke, voice soft and hesitant despite his resolve. "Let's just make sure it's not something too big."

He grasped Erik's hand in his, leading him gently out of the bathroom, feeling a little less weary with each passing step.

The Long Road Ahead | @Erik

[longhairisgroovy]

Charles Xavier RP.

Back from my week's hiatus, and raring to go! Please don't be afraid to plot with me! :) DOFP savvy, as well as some comic book knowledge and more than happy to do FC or AUs.

[longhairisgroovy]

"Thank you, Erik. It is a comfort to know that I will not have to worry over any other's safety while I visit. Perhaps we could find a nice spot to set up a chessboard, during my visits? Though I admit just your company for be more than enough to make me content.

Even during the years I was an enemy to your Brotherhood? And even now, when we find ourselves on opposing sides once more. I fear perhaps it would have been better to keep me a secret, my friend, I do not want anyone contesting you, thinking you're fraternising with me."

CAN I KEEP YOU? (Please)

"You tried that once before, Charles. Seeing as it ended with you in a wheelchair I would venture to say it didn’t really work out."

[longhairisgroovy]

"Can you honestly tell me if someone were to harm me, though, that you would truly only kick them out? They would not threaten me, Erik, I'm sure i can handle it.

They know of our association? I didn't think you someone who would tell everyone your secrets, Erik."

CAN I KEEP YOU? (Please)

"You tried that once before, Charles. Seeing as it ended with you in a wheelchair I would venture to say it didn’t really work out."

[longhairisgroovy]

"Erik, violence is not the answer. If anyone harms me then I am obviously not as powerful as everyone thinks. I would agree to tell you if anyone thought to harm me, but then I don't wish your wrath upon anyone.

If it compromises one of your locations, are you certain it is worth it, Erik? I want to see you, but if it causes problems we do not have to."

CAN I KEEP YOU? (Please)

"You tried that once before, Charles. Seeing as it ended with you in a wheelchair I would venture to say it didn’t really work out."

[longhairisgroovy]

"If you can assure me I would be safe there, I will gladly follow you there, my friend. It would not be compromising to tell me the location, had I wanted to I could find out all of them, Erik. Do you really think 'so low of me that I would give away your location?"

CAN I KEEP YOU? (Please)

"You tried that once before, Charles. Seeing as it ended with you in a wheelchair I would venture to say it didn’t really work out."

[longhairisgroovy]

"It's getting rather hard to visit places at the moment, Erik, and you are a rather hard man to locate. Perhaps we should agree to meet somewhere, a neutral ground, perhaps?"

CAN I KEEP YOU? (Please)

"You tried that once before, Charles. Seeing as it ended with you in a wheelchair I would venture to say it didn’t really work out."

[longhairisgroovy]

"I know that, Erik, and I'm not asking you to. All I want is to see you a few times every eleven years. Our time together was been so brief, but precious to me."

CAN I KEEP YOU? (Please)

"You tried that once before, Charles. Seeing as it ended with you in a wheelchair I would venture to say it didn’t really work out."

[longhairisgroovy]

"I know that, Erik! You are far too thick headed to be anything but a man. Is it so hard to believe I’m asking you to return because I miss you?”

CAN I KEEP YOU? (Please)

"You tried that once before, Charles. Seeing as it ended with you in a wheelchair I would venture to say it didn’t really work out."

[longhairisgroovy]

"Surely, then, this time would be better? Return to me and we could both find out, it doesn’t have to be this way Erik…"

CAN I KEEP YOU? (Please)

"You tried that once before, Charles. Seeing as it ended with you in a wheelchair I would venture to say it didn’t really work out."

[longhairisgroovy]

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[longhairisgroovy]

He needed someone to be strong, in a time where he felt all strength had left him. Hank indulged his destructive behaviour, too concerned at offending Charles or mothering him to truly do anything to stop him.

His body was beginning to feel tired once more, he realised as he felt the grime slip off of his skin under the spray, the heat of the water doing little to lift the coldness he still felt in his very core. It seemed that nothing could warm him recently.

"Thank you, Erik…" He replied, flushing softly as he spoke. The kind words the other had spoken were an assurance he hadn't received from the other in a long time. Washing his body as quickly as he was able, trying to avoid Erik's gaze as it roamed his body. It had been a long time since anyone had seen him this vulnerable, and it was more than a little embarrassing that it was Erik to see him like this.

Still, he finished cleaning himself as fast as possible and reached out his arms, sliding them around Erik. "I'm sorry." He apologised, watching as the wetness spread from his skin to the fabric of Erik's shirt.

Stepping out of the bath, he blushed softly as he lost balance, slipping and tumbling into Erik, grasping at strong shoulders and avoiding his companion's injured torso. "Sorry." He mumbled again, making no move to pull away from him. He savoured the smell of Erik's soap, not knowing when he would get the chance to experience it again.

The Long Road Ahead | @Erik

[longhairisgroovy]

❝So you'll continue these suicide missions, Erik?

             I cannot stop you. Even if I could physically, it would only be temporary.

                    There's no way I will get you back, is there?❞

"They'll kill you!"

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❝They’ll have a hell of a time trying, Charles.❞

[longhairisgroovy]

❝And how do you expect me to do so, my friend, if you insist on wearing that bloody helmet of yours?

         I can hardly stop you from Westchester, unless you finally returned.❞

"They'll kill you!"

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❝They’ll have a hell of a time trying, Charles.❞

[longhairisgroovy]

The morning he woke up was disorienting. Brian couldn't remember how he had reached a hotel, only just having arrived in town. Everything was... patchy, as though there was some t of him that were blank. But no, that couldn't be right. He knew he was Brian Eisenhardt, an accountant that had just moved to the big city hoping to live the dream. He was average, unassuming, human, and certainly didn't do things like wake up in dingy motel rooms with no memory of the night before.

Still, he scrambled up, grabbed at a suitcase which he had no recollection of, but knew it held his medicine, for an incomprehensible reason, and injected the liquid into him. Instantly, the steadily growing headache he had awoken with drifted away, and he set about clearly out of the room.

Odd, he thought, looking around at his unpacked clothes. It felt as though this were a meager portion of his own belongings, and as though some important items were missing, though he dismissed the idea as soon as it came to him.

Carrying out his suitcases, he smiled at the rather gruff lady at the desk in reception as she arranged him a taxi, then rather rudely told him it 'would be ten minutes, now fuck off'.

He waited in the small area before the entrance, two chairs awkwardly wedged in front of an antique looking television. Though it was colour, it still had an ancient looking quality to it, as if it truly could have been the first prototype of the marvel that was colour television.

Still, he watched the screen, fascinated by the news programme airing, especially when the announcer spoke.

"Breaking news," The man recited, obviously reading from some sort of prompt, "The mutant menace, Magneto, has reportedly struck again! The rogue mutant is said to have infiltrated a government facility earlier this morning, but nothing further has been reported. Citizens are advised to be on the lookout for the man," at this point a picture showed on the screen, a blurred image of an undeniably handsome man, though Brian wasn't too sure he should be thinking that, "however, do not under any circumstances apporach him, but inform the police as soon as he is spotted. This mutant is extremely dangerous, should you know anyone who associates with him please contact the police force."

A number scrolled across the screen, but brunette was too focussed on the picture in front of him. Reaching out a hand, he let it trailed across the small screen, tracing down the image's cheek. Something about 'Magneto' seemed all too familiar, but then he supposed it was more than likely he remembered old news announcements.

Chewing his lip, stroking along the static of the device and moving his fingers towards inanimate lips, he was startled from his thoughts by the screech of the clerk. Hurriedly grabbing his belongings, he headed to the cab and jumped in, enquiring about the nearest letting agency.

In only hours after the ride there, Brian Eisenhardt was the owner of a old but sturdy apartment, large enough to fit his what little he called his belongings, and a luxury deal with a shower and colour tv inclusive, not to mention the bonus of furnishings!

Still, all of it seemed too smooth. The card he had used to buy his house had an incredibly large amount of money on it for a simple accountant, something he could never really recall having used, either. And when he stared at his name written across the plastic in smart silver engravings, it felt wrong. Everything felt wrong, as though he were a puppet whose strings had been cut, and had to fend for himself in a world that was completely different from when he was being controlled.

He also felt alone, so very alone.

Falling Far Behind || @Erik

[longhairisgroovy]

"We both know you’re not invincible, Erik, no matter how much you think yourself to be."

"They'll kill you!"

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❝They’ll have a hell of a time trying, Charles.❞

[longhairisgroovy]

Erik, I... God, I can't. I don't have the courage to say it, knowing what your reaction would be. It is not my faith in you I worry for, but rather yours in me. 

Humans have not just oppressed mutants, though, my friend. Human-mutant hybrids have been the results of experiments, at large. There are awful people out there, and I do agree they have to be stopped, but killing them is not the way I see to do it. I understand that this is your way, I cannot change that no matter how I've tried.

No it does not, just as I am sure -despite what you think of me Erik- that there are much more powerful telepaths out there than I. But no telepath would ever be able to permanently shift thoughts, our minds an organism that will always recall the steps necessary for it to reach the present, and thus 'rewrite' itself to its original setting if I tried to change it, it would be an amazing feat to find anyone who could. I am glad you wear that helmet around other telepaths, though, as someone with a vast scope of telepathy, such as my past skillset, could kill you within seconds if they harnessed their own powers.

Perhaps that is true, Erik, but I fear it is too late to dwell on now. Had I been in a better state, I could have searched out your mind and set everything straight. Instead, I turned to the path I did, and we were both fools for those ten years.

You always had another choice, Erik, and you still do. Coming home does not make you a lesser man, the better world I desire is one by your side. It is a dangerous path that you stride down, Erik, I just hope that you do not stray to where I cannot follow.

We will both lead long lives, of that I am sure. Even though the future has changed, I know us. We are far too resilient to die, Erik, especially when there is so much to aspire towards.

Don't you dare say that, Erik! My King was the centre of my entire board, of my life. He will get my love, though he deserves a lot better than I. And he can no more change the fact he is a King then he can change the sky, Erik, for he is the most brilliant man I know.

Why hello there, old friend. Have you corrupted anyone to your cause, in the time in which we last spoke? Crippled anyone, perhaps?

Well, Charles, that depends. Have you invaded anybody’s minds recently? Used their powers without their permission and then pretended to still hold the higher moral ground?

I do hope you weren’t overly attached to that wheelchair of yours. You seemed willing to sacrifice anything to get out of it, so I assumed crushing it would be a favor.