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"Suddenly I feel attracted to old men with...telepathic powers."

“You are ridiculous.”

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“You don’t have to thank me.” Charles assured, offering a small smile, moving his hand to brush his thumb along Erik’s cheekbone. “You’re gorgeous, did you know that?” He asked, after a moment of silence, gently kissing the other’s lips.

The feeling of Charles’s around him made him feel better than the actual words. He knew that his past was a essential part of him just as anyone’s else past but that didn’t mean he would like it to be different. Nevertheless, Charles was right and the fact that he loved him like that made everything better, almost worthy. Erik smiled and turned his head to kiss Charles’s temple. “This is your Erik indeed. Thank you meine liebe.”

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"How do you call those, then? You look like you're 50." *grins*

*Gasps* “How dare you?” *pouts* “If I look so old, then no kisses for you. You don’t want to kiss an old man.”

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“They make you who you are, Erik.” Charles said in a gentle voice, resting his chin on his shoulder, arms wrapped around the other’s torso. “And I love the person you became. I would gladly take all the pain of your past away but you’d be different and who knows, maybe you wouldn’t love me...” He sighed softly, held the other tighter. “I am selfish, I know. But I love you like this. This is my Erik.”

He turned to look at him and smiled slightly, he wouldn’t let anyone else put a finger on those scars that still made him flinch with the slightest of the touches. “Those are not special in any way.”

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old books, alcohol, chess, ugly sweaters

“Excuse you, my sweaters are not ugly.”

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Describe my muse’s aesthetic.

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Charles listened as he ate, glad to hear that Erik had a good day. “Hank does like you he is just a bit....Weary of you.” He told the other, taking a sip of his glass. “I envy you. I am not even half way through the book I’m reading.” Charles complained, pouting for a moment. “Well, I have to say you have good cooking skills. I’m really enjoying my dinner.”

"That sweater is ugly."

“Oh, really?” Charles frowned, looking down at his grey sweater, brushing his hands over it to get rid of non-existent wrinkles. “I quite like it so I am not taking it off.”

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Charles laughed, shaking his head slightly. “If you ever do, you should worry. I re-read my work so many times that I always find my typos before I let anyone else read them.” He said, taking a sip of his own glass. “But enough about me...How was your day?”

"That sweater is ugly."

“Oh, really?” Charles frowned, looking down at his grey sweater, brushing his hands over it to get rid of non-existent wrinkles. “I quite like it so I am not taking it off.”

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Charles smiled, intertwining his fingers with Erik’s as he kept on eating. “It’s been a bit frustrating, I must admit.” He said, taking another bite of food. “But it’s turning out well.” He told the other, a small smile in his lips. “I’d like you to read it when it’s done. Give me your opinion.”

"That sweater is ugly."

“Oh, really?” Charles frowned, looking down at his grey sweater, brushing his hands over it to get rid of non-existent wrinkles. “I quite like it so I am not taking it off.”

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Charles smiled up at the other closing his eyes as the smell of food reached his nose, his stomach growling with anticipation. “Smells delicious, darling.” He said before taking a sip of water, sitting down to start eating what Erik had prepared. He took a bite and hummed contently, licking his lips. “This is really good, Erik.”

"That sweater is ugly."

“Oh, really?” Charles frowned, looking down at his grey sweater, brushing his hands over it to get rid of non-existent wrinkles. “I quite like it so I am not taking it off.”

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“Well, I am starving so that won’t be a problem.” Charles said, a light chuckle leaving his lips. “You cooked for me because it was fair, so romantic~” Charles teased, stealing a quick peck from Eirik’s lips. “I’ll take water, please.”

"That sweater is ugly."

“Oh, really?” Charles frowned, looking down at his grey sweater, brushing his hands over it to get rid of non-existent wrinkles. “I quite like it so I am not taking it off.”

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“Sounds delightful.” Charles assured, a smile appearing in his lips before he followed the other, taking a hold of his hand. “Thank you for cooking, amore. It’s very nice of you.”

"That sweater is ugly."

“Oh, really?” Charles frowned, looking down at his grey sweater, brushing his hands over it to get rid of non-existent wrinkles. “I quite like it so I am not taking it off.”

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“Yeah, I think so too.” Charles smiled, kissing Erik back. “You tried to cook?” He asked, raising a brow. “Well, I’m sure you did well.” He smiled again, picking up his paper work, arranging it neatly in his desk. “What did you made?”

"That sweater is ugly."

“Oh, really?” Charles frowned, looking down at his grey sweater, brushing his hands over it to get rid of non-existent wrinkles. “I quite like it so I am not taking it off.”

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“Because I don’t want to.” Charles replied, taking Erik’s hand, kissing his knuckles gently. “It is not ugly.” He pouted and let out a soft sigh, letting go of the other’s hand. “I haven’t. I wanted to finish with all this paper work first.”

"That sweater is ugly."

“Oh, really?” Charles frowned, looking down at his grey sweater, brushing his hands over it to get rid of non-existent wrinkles. “I quite like it so I am not taking it off.”

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"I can’t wear blue all the time, Erik.” Charles said, rolling his eyes, even if a hint of a smile appeared in his lips. “Besides, this sweater is comfy.” He sighed softly and rubbed his eye. “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry, I kept losing track of time.”

"That sweater is ugly."

“Oh, really?” Charles frowned, looking down at his grey sweater, brushing his hands over it to get rid of non-existent wrinkles. “I quite like it so I am not taking it off.”

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"That sweater is ugly."

“Oh, really?” Charles frowned, looking down at his grey sweater, brushing his hands over it to get rid of non-existent wrinkles. “I quite like it so I am not taking it off.”