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{ they're playing dofp ten feet away from me i'm go n }
Michael Fassbender in X-Men: First Class (7/?)
trying to make a situation better but ending up making it worse like
"I always do get my own way. And a couple of days at best but even then the details are minimum. We’re dealing with possible genocide however."
❝Genocide. We're actually looking at genocide.❞
Just a bit too much tension laced his voice.
❝Tell me we have a name.❞
“I was going to read to you, or the other way ‘round, if you’d prefer.”
❝The first sounds preferable. Should I assume you're going to regale me with stories of Atticus Finch?❞
He’d be lying if he said the flinch wasn’t satisfying to see. It was cruel, much crueler than anything Charles thought he was capable of feeling. And had it been anyone else - anyone - regardless of how angry he had gotten at the time - he would have at least pitied them a bit. Charles supposed that had it been sooner - had Erik been so outwardly vulnerable on the plane to Paris, for example - the same may have held true for him. But Erik had gone too far, and Charles’ mercy did not extend beyond the attempt on his sisters’ life.
It was more tempting than Charles was proud of to reach into his mind and dial his anxiety up just a few notches. But that was a level of cruelty that he’d never inflict on another person, even the likes of Magneto. That would involve going into his head, anyway - something he’d promised himself (entirely for his own sake, whatever Erik wished was void to him at this point) that he’d never do again.
“T h a t ’ s astonishing.”
Again, words meant to intimidate came out shaky, steeped in more emotion than Charles had intended. Not only anger, but pain. Rage was one thing - he could work with the trembling of rage. But his voice shook with hurt, with loss, and he could no longer use Raven as a skapegoat. It wasn’t his fault that she left, he couldn’t hold that over him.
So the loss was Erik.
And Charles didn’t want to deal with coming to terms with that in front of him. So he pressed it down into the far reaches of his mind and snorted.
”Since when has what I wanted mattered to you?”
❝You k n o w it always has.❞
It slipped from his mouth before Erik could think twice about it. He knew it was beyond help to say this and Charles had more than enough evidence to refute this argument and say otherwise -- but Erik still cared about Charles more than he would have liked to admit and he couldn't be bothered with hiding it at the moment.
Fine, if he can't hide it, he might as well work with it. No matter how ridiculous the attempt is.
❝You know I meant none of it, Charles, you have to realize --❞
What are you doing.
❝-- I never meant for --❞
I've officially done enough.
This was too far. His voice was too weak and his attempts weren't enough, that in itself was clear just from the badly-concealed rage in Charles' eyes. Besides, it wasn't more than he'd said on the plane already, and look where that had gotten him. Where it had gotten them both. It would be best to leave and cut his losses now, get out of Charles' life and stay out.
Life had a funny way of throwing them together, though.
Back to his original statement then. ❝-- Pardon.❞
{ at long last i have a computer replies are happening }
❖ { oops }
[It sort of just - happens. It isn’t anything that he’s planned, it’s not like he’s spent hours of relaxing time to think about what Lehnsherr might kiss like, definitely not. One moment he’s shouting at the other mutant’s face and the next he’s closing the distance between them and pressing his lips against Erik’s.]
An unexpected development to say the bare minimum. He pulls back without thinking about it, knowing surprise and bewilderment and more than a bit of a blush are prevalent on his features and he's not quite sure what happened or how it happened or --
he can almost hear Alexis' voice in his head -- what, afraid you might like it? -- but that's not Alexis at all and his head is spinning too much to think straight.
Charles had, for some reason, assumed that if he ever crossed paths with Erik again that it would drown the rest of the world out. That all other voices in their near-constant hum would fade away, smothered in their entirety by the shock of the other man’s presence. Not that he had much of a reason to believe this, of course, such a thing had never actually happened to him - but when he visualized the scene (which happened more often than he would even admit under torture) somehow - that was how he thought it would be.
What he didn’t expect was for the rest of the world to be amplified.
There was no silence of the mind, not now. No sudden quiet and stillness and focus - it was loud, loud enough for him to struggle with keeping his eyes fixed on the other mutant. Had he felt this much any other time - he may have called to Hank to talk him down calm him, help him bring his power back into his control. But he would not show weakness here. The world could overwhelm him and saturate the mindspace with fear and rage and his eyes would remain locked there, challenging, nearly daring Erik to come any closer.
“ — Is that all you wish to say -? "
The question cracked in his throat.
He couldn't stop himself from flinching, however lightly. Everything in him hoped Charles hadn't seen it, but he knew better than to hope. Keeping his thoughts in the correct lane was hard enough without having to worry about outward appearances too. There was once a time he wouldn't have monitored that in front of Charles, but now, things had changed, they could never go back --
The telepath's eyes, Erik felt, were boring into him -- he'd never felt more exposed.
Enough so that he couldn't even hold eye contact.
He'd never take back his actions -- not more recently, at any rate. But the fact that he had apologized to Charles on the airplane -- genuinely tried, then fucked it all up beyond repair. He was ashamed, and Erik knew he should be ashamed, but that didn't stop it from being utter shit.
❝...I didn't realize you wanted me to say anything else.❞
"Please, Lehnsherr. Enlighten me."
❝Literally anything. I don't care if it's just pestering your brother, you definitely have something to do far away from here, where I am not.❞
{ i'm gonna log for the night and can be found on my main. }
{ trying to work on this reply only goes so well when you keep laughing at the other person's reply }
"Lips like sugar." (diamondmindgames)
He wasn’t sure how to react.
Emma… she was… she was strong, powerful — and Erik did admire her.
But to what extent, he did not know.
Emma continued to walk, with purpose of course, to the meeting room.
Erik followed, continuing to look around them as they went until they arrived.
❝You have something else you need to be doing, I’m sure of it. Something far away.❞