this is a brand new problem, a problem without any clues

[electrumqueen]

PROCRASTINATION TIEMZ.

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darling, so it goes // alex/darwin [2/2]

[electrumqueen]

darwin opens his eyes in the kind of shitty apartment that he grew up in. the smell is familiar, a hint of mold and mildew, but not masked by his mom's cooking. he's in a room with a crappy brown couch and grey walls, no windows.

alex is sprawled across the couch, hair paler, sun-bleached. he jerks around at the sound of darwin's breath. "holy shit," he says, suprise and joy rocketing through his voice, "what the--"

"hi," darwin says, hands in his pockets. "mutation." he shrugs, because it's as good an excuse for anything, these days. he doesn't move, just watches alex, drinking in the shape of him, familiar but slightly different.

alex shrugs back. his eyes are very bright, though there are tired bags underneath them and he looks worn out, wrecked in a way that darwin hasn't seen him since they first met him. "well," he says, "i'll take it." he grins, sliding to his feet.

his fingers tangle in darwin's shirt. it's good to see you, is the clash of his teeth against darwin's, the press of the length of his body: it's been too long.

darwin grins against alex's mouth and fits his hands against alex's hipbones. i'm here now.

--

later, they're crammed together in alex's tiny lumpy bed, alex's hair brushing darwin's earlobe, darwin's thumb running across alex's hipbone.

hey, alex mutters, sleepy, lazy. i'm glad you're here.

me too, darwin says, pressing a kiss to his hair.

"ugh," alex says, face muffled by darwin's shoulder, "i have a thing. azazel and raven-- mystique-- and i are supposed to be in barcelona."

before he can think too clearly about it, darwin says, "how would you feel about a kidnapping?"
alex props himself up on his elbows, gaze clear. he smirks. "you think erik-- magneto--" he makes a face, "would like, not kill us?"

darwin laughs. "we're cute," he says. "hey, he might have to talk to the professor about it, even. so it's good for the plan."

alex's grin splits his face. he leans up and kisses darwin. "this is ridiculous," he says. "i'm so in."

--

darwin sticks his hands in his pockets and pretends he isn't watching alex steal a car from a secondhand dealer. the sky is very blue and kind of cloudless. the one cloud at the edge of his vision is shaped a little like a rabbit.

alex says, "armando, get over here," and slides into the car; it's grey and sort of crappy so probably they're doing some old lady a favour.

"i feel ridiculous," darwin says, pulling his door open.

"relax," alex grins. "i'm on the bad guy team, remember? this one's on me."

darwin rolls his eyes, getting in. "if we get caught you know it'll be me." the vinyl squeaks under him.

alex's eyes shift, mercurial, a hint of crimson flickering under his skin. his mouth sets. "we won't."

--

they don't get caught. they drive, instead, pull over to make out in the backseat like teenagers even though alex just turned twenty. elvis is popular here, too; alex likes him and darwin doesn't mind so they pick up a cassette and wear it thin.

darwin's never been to europe. alex, despite having been on the continent for a month or so, is still shit at directions; he pulls out a roadmap from somewhere and they decide they're going to rome; they end up in portugal, which is apparently in completely the wrong direction.

people stare at them, occasionally, but it's not like they're not used to it already. we're mutants, alex whispers, we can take on anything.

darwin trails his fingers out the window, the air of a foreign land running across his fingerprints, and believes him.

--

(later, they find out that charles tracked erik down to demand where he'd taken armando, and erik snapped back, once you return alex, and they stared at each other for a long moment until raven said, well, and emma said, both of you are idiots.

for now, it is just this:

darwin's fingers linked with alex's inbetween their seats, and elvis on the radio. take my hand, take my whole life too.

you know this is our song, right, alex says, grinning wider than the atlantic.

oh god, darwin says, what is my life.

alex says, safety first, and pulls the car over, and kisses him.)

Re: darling, so it goes // alex/darwin [2/2]

[copperiisulfate]

OHHH I LOVE THIS! so much perfection but most of all, i love how they just find each other ♥

darwin laughs. "we're cute," he says.

UGH, THEY ARE ADORABLE.

and lolol everything is an attempt to get the parents to talk again. I APPROVE.

idk what it is about roadtrip AU's but i am a sucker for them and you've somehow managed to hit all the notes so right! *curling up and staying here forever* thank youuuu~

Re: darling, so it goes // alex/darwin [2/2]

[rubynye]

This is darling, and I think over at havok_darwin they would eat it up with a spoon.