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[asoulofstars]

GIVE CHARLES A SMOOCH

OF COURSE.

Riona places a kiss on Charles’ cheek. “You mean a lot to me, you know that?”

[mutantmasterofmagnetism]

[h!erik] "Did you really believe I wouldn't find out about this?" Charles slams a small stack of papers in front of Erik - the earliest plans for the inhibitor collars. Erik has never seen him this angry. "Did you think for one /moment/ I'd let you go through with it?"

For the first time, there’s a flash of fear in Erik’s mind. Let you, he thinks. What does Charles plan on doing to stop him? “Yes,” he says, flatly. “This is necessary, Charles. What did you think would happen? That we would just let mutants do whatever they wanted, unchallenged, indefinitely? Tell me, Charles, if you did hurt me, if you killed me, right here and right now, on camera - “ and he flicks his eyes up towards the security cameras on the walls - “would anyone be able to arrest you? To try you? To keep you imprisoned? Or would you just put your fingers to your temple and waltz out of custody?” He leans in. “What about that step-brother of yours? How could we possibly stop him without killing or sedating him - if that’s even possible! What if you’re not there to stop the next Apocalypse, or the next Sinister, or the next Shaw? You’re so dead-set against taking a single life, Charles - I would have thought you’d understand the need to nonlethally incapacitate a mutant’s powers.”

[mutantmasterofmagnetism]

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Charles always uses up all of the hot water when he showers in the morning. Since he doesn’t have hair, Max is deeply confused about what could possibly take that long.

[mutantmasterofmagnetism]

Charles raises an eyebrow, smirking like he knows something Erik doesn't- he knows /exactly/ what Erik's thinking. Rather flattering, really. He could get used to it. "Of course," he chuckles. "I'd almost forgotten. 'Know thy enemy'." He says it like it's some kind of joke, with another deep, soft laugh. "Well? What did you think of them?"

Erik’s face reddens slightly and he doesn’t know why. Because he’s being mocked, likely. “I can’t speak to the quality of the science,” Erik says coolly, “But your writing skills are decent enough. The political parts, however, were pure claptrap.”

[mutantmasterofmagnetism]

[snowy] "You've--read my books?" Charles laughs, delightfully surprised. "All of them? Careful, Erik," he teases, eyes bright. "I'd almost think you were a /fan/."

Erik hrrmphs, shifting himself like a ruffled cat. “Know thy enemy, Professor. We humans have reasons to be interested in the science of mutation as well. How else to combat it?” It’s disconcerting to be here facing Xavier. The other man’s laugh is bright and warm, his eyes are kind, and he looks more like a young Bob Dylan than like a mutant mastermind. Xavier certainly doesn’t lack for charisma, he thinks. No doubt he doesn’t lack for female attention. 

[mutantmasterofmagnetism]

[snowy] "It's not so bad, to be honest. There are worse predicaments." He's nestled shoulder to shoulder with the human (for warmth, obviously), comfortable despite all the reasons he likely shouldn't be. Charles gives Erik a sideways smirk. "Of course, the company /could/ be better."

Erik catches himself returning the smile. The fear is still there - but it’s faded to a low background hum. He knows that if Charles wanted to hurt him, he’d be dead already. “An optimist to the bitter end, eh, Professor?” he says. He picks up his side of the blanket and tugs it slightly over his shoulder. “Better bad company than no company.” It occurs to him that, if he were alone, he would likely be driving himself insane with his own circular thoughts. Better by far to have an opponent to play with. 

[espixnage-blog]

"I'm going to be honest with you." A rarity in itself, but Solo doesn't need to know that. "I don't date. What I mean is--I haven't before. Especially not another man when I have to fiddle with people's minds all the time to get away with it. So erm, if I'm--if I seem.. unenthusiastic, it's not you, it's me. I /am/ enthusiastic. Very, in fact! I'm just--I just don't quite know what you want from me."

Solo has to admit that Charles is…rather adorable, in his own way. He’s certainly not Solo’s usual type, which makes the agent feel rather uneasy at times, but he’s drawn to the professor nonetheless. 

Even now, as the man babbles on nervously, Solo can’t help but to find him utterly endearing. Something warm blooms in his chest whenever he sees the mutant, and he wants to quell his worries. Especially now that he’s just heard Charles say that he is enthusiastic at the idea of…this. Whatever this is.

“Charles,” Solo croons reassuringly, stepping closer to his wheelchair. His expression is smooth, though a hint of a smile dances at the corner of his mouth and behind his eyes. 

“The only thing I want from you,” he trails off, taking Charles’ hand gently, “is permission to make you dinner.” 

The hand is lifted to Solo’s mouth so that he can gently kiss Charles’ knuckles, his blue eyes locked with the professor’s even as he lets that soft hand back down. 

“No pressure, just dinner. We can go from there. If you’d like, of course.” 

[toohotforlucifer]

Charles rolls his eyes, but he should've seen that one coming. "Not the wisest thing to say to a psychic, love. Let me rephrase: will you /pretty please/ kiss me?"

“Well I do like the prettiest of pleases. And that was quite pretty. So yes, I will.” He was wearing the smuggest of expressions, “Thanks for asking.” What a douche. (Well, a douche up until he was actually kissing Charles.) The fact that he was a fantastic kisser and knew it hopefully made up for the fact he was a total fucker.