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Erik might be happy in spite of himself and so, naturally, he assumes that Charles--soft, privileged Charles, with his delicate accent and his sweet naivite--must be happy too.
That's what he tells himself, after. He doesn't know only because he doesn't look. Because he doesn't know there's anything to look for. Because Charles' control is perfect.
In the end, Raven is the one who makes a mistake. She's sprawled out at the foot of Erik's bed, nose buried in a fashion magazine, flicking between a likeness of Jackie O and James Dean absently, like maybe she doesn't realize she's doing it. And then she flicks into Audrey Hepburn and smirks at him, like Charles told her about Erik's fondness for Breakfast at Tiffany's.
"Because of the book," Erik growls. "I like Capote."
"Suuuuure," Raven drawls and rolls over onto her back. Back to Jackie O. "I never saw it." She pulls a face. "Charles said I was too young. He and Cain saw it without me."
There's a whole beat, before she freezes up. Just enough time for Erik to frown before her shoulders go rigid, her borrowed fingers white-knuckled on her magazine.
"Cain?" Erik asks and Raven turns an alarming shade of pale. That, more than anything, unnerves Erik because he has seen Raven petulant and bored and just downright spiteful, but he has never once seen her truly scared.
"He was. Someone we knew," she says and it's stilted, awkward. She's not nearly as good a liar as her skin. "A family friend. Of Charles'."
"Uh-huh," Erik says slowly.
And Raven just bites her lip and dives back into her magazine. She doesn't speak for twenty minutes.
That, he realizes later, is less of a clue and more of a glaring neon sign.
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Anyways, I like that line about Erik liking Breakfast at Tiffany's and how Raven just chills in his room. XD
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The implications of the first paragraph are striking, come to think of it. So is this one:
Erik might be happy in spite of himself and so, naturally, he assumes that Charles--soft, privileged Charles, with his delicate accent and his sweet naivite--must be happy too.
Breakfast at Tiffany's made me laugh and also wonder if you're making a parallel here somewhere, except I haven't seen the movie for years so I couldn't guess, so I could be wrong, so just ignore me.
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