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<< ROUND ONE | ALL ROUNDS | ROUND THREE >>
Rules post.
Flat view.
ROUND TWO: Updates Post (WIPs only)
ROUND TWO: Fills Post (completed Fills only)
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Volunteers always welcome.
Please use the Discussion Post if you want to talk about community alterations or get my modly attention. Do not ( Read more... )
He’d looked so ridiculously young, almost hopeful, like a child asking for just one more story before bedtime, that Erik had been truly and utterly powerless against the request. And so he nodded, extending his hand toward Charles and feeling a warm thread of emotion wind up his arm as Charles’s fingers slid over his palm.
“I don’t,” he’d started to say and then stopped, unsure of what to say. Know how to remember. Know where to begin. Know if I can.
“I can help,” Charles said quietly, sitting down on the couch next to him so their bodies were pressed close from shoulder to knee, their hands still clasped. Let me.
Erik closed his eyes. He could feel a warm spring breeze on his face. The smell of bread twitched at his nose. The sound of his mother’s laughter as he tore into a roll newly from the over and a puff of steam made him cough was like the most beautiful symphony. Erik could almost feel her arms around his shoulders, her chin resting on the top of his head as she sang a song whose words were lost and they danced.
Erik’s cheeks were wet with fresh tears when he opened his eyes again, his heart feeling lighter than he could remember in a very, very long time. When he turned, he could see Charles had been crying as well, a bittersweet smile on his face. He was looking at Erik as though Erik had just given him the world--a lost world, but a world all the same.
“Thank you,” Charles said, his voice rough with memory. Erik’s memory.
Charles lifted their joined hands, pressing his lips against the back of Erik’s hand, kissing each knuckle.
Erik touched Charles’s cheek with his free hand, running his thumb along Charles’s jaw. He thoughts about the strength of this man beside him, about the fragility of life, and marveling at how those wisps of memories could mean so much to Charles, who had never been in want of anything. Had never known what it was like to be rounded up, to be forced into the ghetto, into the camps.
“I’ve never known that depth of love.” Charles looked at him, a tear following the path of its predecessors.
Erik leaned forward and kissed Charles, closing his eyes again.
Let me.
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