FILL: And a blanket for the sky 3/?
anonymous
June 8 2011, 11:51:38 UTC
And it's taken me this long to get to the Number/? bit in the header. I've been away from the kink meme scene for too long... ___
“I - I don’t think that,” says Hank, trying discreetly to tug himself free. Beside Raven Erik rolls his eyes. Hank is an appallingly bad liar.
“Please. It’s not you - you mustn’t sell yourself short,” Charles continues, doing nothing that Raven can see for Hank’s insecurity.
“Alright, I think that’s enough of that,” says Erik firmly. He reaches forward and picks Charles up bodily. Raven steps in and helps loosen Charles’ grip on Hank’s arms. She gives his shoulder a gentle squeeze.
“What are you doing?” Charles demands of Erik as the other man pulls him down the bed. “I was trying -”
“For God’s sake, try to control yourself. You’re scaring them,” says Erik in a low growl.
And there it is again; being shoved in with all the rest, as though she’s some stupid kid, just like the rest of them.
Charles head snaps around staring Erik in the eyes. “I should control myself? Me? I’m not the one who -”
“Erik, if you put him back, I’ll stay up here and look after him,” says Raven. “I’ve done it before. I’m used to him being a wimp.”
Erik frowns at her, but lowers Charles back onto the pillows all the same. Charles grins up at her, eyes glassy with a glimmer of madness in his eyes. “Miss Polly had a dolly.”
Raven smiles and seats herself on the bed next to him. “That’s right. Just like old times.”
His face goes serious. “Don’t paint me blue. Not in here, you horrible mess the last time.”
“I promise to behave if you will,” says Raven pouring him a glass of water and handing it to him. She looks back at Hank and Erik. “It’s ok. I’ve got him for now. You should get on with your work.”
Erik nods, steers Hank out of the room in front of him. Raven can’t help smiling a little at their backs as the door closes behind them.
“The old times weren’t always the best times,” Charles says, sounding like a prophet in a trance.
“Be quiet, you,” says Raven, taking the glass from him and pointedly not looking at his sad, old eyes.
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“I - I don’t think that,” says Hank, trying discreetly to tug himself free. Beside Raven Erik rolls his eyes. Hank is an appallingly bad liar.
“Please. It’s not you - you mustn’t sell yourself short,” Charles continues, doing nothing that Raven can see for Hank’s insecurity.
“Alright, I think that’s enough of that,” says Erik firmly. He reaches forward and picks Charles up bodily. Raven steps in and helps loosen Charles’ grip on Hank’s arms. She gives his shoulder a gentle squeeze.
“What are you doing?” Charles demands of Erik as the other man pulls him down the bed. “I was trying -”
“For God’s sake, try to control yourself. You’re scaring them,” says Erik in a low growl.
And there it is again; being shoved in with all the rest, as though she’s some stupid kid, just like the rest of them.
Charles head snaps around staring Erik in the eyes. “I should control myself? Me? I’m not the one who -”
“Erik, if you put him back, I’ll stay up here and look after him,” says Raven. “I’ve done it before. I’m used to him being a wimp.”
Erik frowns at her, but lowers Charles back onto the pillows all the same. Charles grins up at her, eyes glassy with a glimmer of madness in his eyes. “Miss Polly had a dolly.”
Raven smiles and seats herself on the bed next to him. “That’s right. Just like old times.”
His face goes serious. “Don’t paint me blue. Not in here, you horrible mess the last time.”
“I promise to behave if you will,” says Raven pouring him a glass of water and handing it to him. She looks back at Hank and Erik. “It’s ok. I’ve got him for now. You should get on with your work.”
Erik nods, steers Hank out of the room in front of him. Raven can’t help smiling a little at their backs as the door closes behind them.
“The old times weren’t always the best times,” Charles says, sounding like a prophet in a trance.
“Be quiet, you,” says Raven, taking the glass from him and pointedly not looking at his sad, old eyes.
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