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Fill: Empty, Filled [SPOILERS] 1/3sasha_bMay 29 2014, 00:26:33 UTC
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The magnolias in Washington seem oddly out of place; Charles had expected more cherry trees, or oaks, or something other than the giant white fragrant blossoms that are currently exploding their waxy blooms everywhere.
He likes them. They don’t have many things like that back home, and since he’s not been to the south, he’s never really seen them. Stepping up to one that has a flower at eye level, he pulls the branch closer to his nose and inhales, closing his eyes. A deep breath, the sun gently at his back, a breeze blowing, Erik waiting for him on the steps -
zzzzzzzzHe jerks back and snorts, the bee he’s tried to inhale buzzing madly about his head, angry and attempting to sting the hell out of him for bothering its pollinating. Charles flaps his hands and backs away, still shooting air out of his nose, the water in the reflecting pool dangerously behind him
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Fill: Empty, Filled [SPOILERS] 3/3sasha_bMay 29 2014, 00:30:49 UTC
Charles is dressed neatly, but his hair is dirty and slicked back from his face. He stands by himself in a round room several hundred feet below the ground - it is chilly and stark and the man behind the glass can’t see him as it’s two way special glass
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Re: Fill: Empty, Filled [SPOILERS] 3/3l_awlietxoxxMay 29 2014, 21:49:44 UTC
I was planning on filling this prompt so at first I was like 'nooo, someone beat me to it, dammit!' but omg am I glad you did. The end was almost crushing
[I don't think this is exactly what OP had in mind, but thinking about that line again definitely got some gears turning...]
When the elevator doors open and Charles sees Erik for the first time in ten years, what hits him even before the anger is the overwhelming relief that his telepathy lies safely out of his reach.
And then the anger comes, and the punch comes rushing out of him. He doesn’t regret it.
And then, everything in Charles trembling as he watches Erik wipe his mouth and clamber to his feet again, one of the first things out of Charles’ mouth that he has to make absolutely clear - to Erik, to his dormant telepathy, to himself…
I’m never getting into that head again.It finally crystallized. In that long moment of utter, tense catharsis, looking into Erik’s eyes for the first time in so long - the messy, entangled mass of emotions and desires Charles couldn’t explain or defend or even bear to call his own finally harden into conviction
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Re: Fill [2/2]l_awlietxoxxMay 30 2014, 23:32:10 UTC
Of course, even though Charles’ safe haven had begun turning worryingly dark in the days before Cuba, he couldn’t have come anywhere near predicting how terrible everything would go. He would never forget the blow of cold exile dealt by the helmet.
I’m never getting into that head again.
Desperation as Charles lay in Erik’s arms, wracked by pain and unable to move, his telepathy rushing out madly and ramming itself uselessly against impenetrable borders as he tried to understand why Erik was really leaving… Why he was making these ultimatums that they both knew Charles could never accept…
I’m never getting into that head again.
A thought that nearly brought him to tears, if Charles gave it voice too late in the night, when he was alone in a wide bed that used to be shared and when the night was too quiet and empty for his telepathy to have anywhere to go outside the head that had become so dark and empty without its kindred partner…
I’m never getting into that head again. Pain that had gradually turned to bitterness. A self-
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So five times Charles has rejected a mind.
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The magnolias in Washington seem oddly out of place; Charles had expected more cherry trees, or oaks, or something other than the giant white fragrant blossoms that are currently exploding their waxy blooms everywhere.
He likes them. They don’t have many things like that back home, and since he’s not been to the south, he’s never really seen them. Stepping up to one that has a flower at eye level, he pulls the branch closer to his nose and inhales, closing his eyes. A deep breath, the sun gently at his back, a breeze blowing, Erik waiting for him on the steps -
zzzzzzzzHe jerks back and snorts, the bee he’s tried to inhale buzzing madly about his head, angry and attempting to sting the hell out of him for bothering its pollinating. Charles flaps his hands and backs away, still shooting air out of his nose, the water in the reflecting pool dangerously behind him ( ... )
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And I'm so glad you liked it - I rather love this prompt. :))))
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beautiful and gorgeous and i need happy things now
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And thank you so much.
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When the elevator doors open and Charles sees Erik for the first time in ten years, what hits him even before the anger is the overwhelming relief that his telepathy lies safely out of his reach.
And then the anger comes, and the punch comes rushing out of him. He doesn’t regret it.
And then, everything in Charles trembling as he watches Erik wipe his mouth and clamber to his feet again, one of the first things out of Charles’ mouth that he has to make absolutely clear - to Erik, to his dormant telepathy, to himself…
I’m never getting into that head again.It finally crystallized. In that long moment of utter, tense catharsis, looking into Erik’s eyes for the first time in so long - the messy, entangled mass of emotions and desires Charles couldn’t explain or defend or even bear to call his own finally harden into conviction ( ... )
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I’m never getting into that head again.
Desperation as Charles lay in Erik’s arms, wracked by pain and unable to move, his telepathy rushing out madly and ramming itself uselessly against impenetrable borders as he tried to understand why Erik was really leaving… Why he was making these ultimatums that they both knew Charles could never accept…
I’m never getting into that head again.
A thought that nearly brought him to tears, if Charles gave it voice too late in the night, when he was alone in a wide bed that used to be shared and when the night was too quiet and empty for his telepathy to have anywhere to go outside the head that had become so dark and empty without its kindred partner…
I’m never getting into that head again. Pain that had gradually turned to bitterness. A self- ( ... )
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I am so glad you did this, even though it broke my heart.
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