Prompt #8

[geilie11]

Warning: AU/What if

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[dame_cavendish]

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(By then, Erik would say something like "I suppose now it's too late to leave you. My legs can't run fast enough, these days", but Charles would know it for a joke, because in this reality, Erik can't bear the thought of running away from him.)

And since it's Erik's fantasy, so he gets to be delusional, Charles can walk. But that doesn't mean that he would run away, either.

(In this other reality, they are careless, and so in love. Erik would get to kiss Charles, count his freckles with his lips and fingertips, make love whenever and wherever they want to, for days and months and years until desire runs its course but love never does.)

Erik's reality splits into countless possibilities, limitless scenarios, unfathomable lives unlived. Sometimes Raven is there, and she's confident but not cruel, fond without her affection being devoured by bitter jealousy. Sometimes they are leaders of mutants, sometimes not. Sometimes they're just two people living an uneventful existence.

(Sometimes Erik imagines that one day, his other self would take Charles to New York and slip a golden band on his finger, bind him to himself through vows and state laws, kiss that finger and his mouth and make it really hard for both of them to run away.)

Whatever the details, however the scene plays, Erik is unburdened by anger and regret, free of a greater, grander purpose, and happy.

So, that is how it would go. But this is how it goes: there are Erik's fantasies; there is Erik's life. He gets to be and do whatever he wants when he's buried deep into the bright, bottomless pits of his own imaginary reality, with its hopeful alternatives and stubborn, patient series of "what if's".

When he opens his eyes, however, none of them are ever true.

(But Erik is old. He can play pretend if he wants to.)