Minifill: Charles/Erik are Centaurs 2/2
anonymous
September 15 2012, 05:07:55 UTC
“I didn’t ask,” Erik says slowly, trying to rein in his frustration. Stupid, attractive centaur is probably used to everyone wanting to know about him. And the worst part is that Erik is pretty pleased with this new piece of information.
Charles licks his lips and takes a small step forward, his step surprisingly light compared to the noise he was making earlier. Erik is torn for a moment between watching his lips or his legs or turning away completely, but Charles starts talking again and Erik can’t look away from his face.
“You were just walking with such purpose,” Charles says. “Couldn’t I walk with you for a while? At least until another option presents itself?”
Erik takes a deep breath and steps forward into Charles’ space, looking him up and down. Charles, for his part, barely reacts, merely straightening his shoulders. If Erik is going to put himself at risk, whether by proximity or distraction, he wants to know everything. “Were you banished for killing someone?” Erik asks, making sure to be blunt about it. Charles doesn’t even flinch.
There shouldn’t be any way to avoid answering the question. Erik is ready to read a lie in Charles’ denial, because all centaurs would deny it, but Charles smiles gently at him and asks, “Will you send me away if the answer is yes?”
Taking another life outside of battle goes against every code Erik has ever learned, goes against what it truly means to be a centaur, but none of that means anything to Erik now. In fact, taking life is what Erik has constructed his entire existence and identity around. For some reason, Erik wants Charles to know this. “No,” he says, putting as much weight behind it as he can manage.
Charles’ smile widens, brightening his whole face. “Well then,” he says, and instead of turning and fleeing from Erik’s attitude or even chastising him for it, continues simply, “I’m sorry to disappoint.”
Erik almost smiles and hides it by turning back towards his goal and continuing on his way. There’s a slight rustle of leaves behind him, but Charles doesn’t follow.
“You can call me Erik,” he says over his shoulder, and he does smile, then, at the noise Charles makes in his haste to catch up. They’ll have to work on that.
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Note: I’m not going to promise any more because I am awful at continuing things and also school, but I do have a bunch of other ideas about these guys/this setting, so maybe... Sorry this is so short as is!
Re: Minifill: Charles/Erik are Centaurs 2/2
anonymous
September 19 2012, 05:49:42 UTC
ohhhhhh, i am as intrigued as Erik is! *chinhands* can't help but love your voice, very smooth and fluid. would love to see more of this fic, if time/life/school permits anon! :D
Charles licks his lips and takes a small step forward, his step surprisingly light compared to the noise he was making earlier. Erik is torn for a moment between watching his lips or his legs or turning away completely, but Charles starts talking again and Erik can’t look away from his face.
“You were just walking with such purpose,” Charles says. “Couldn’t I walk with you for a while? At least until another option presents itself?”
Erik takes a deep breath and steps forward into Charles’ space, looking him up and down. Charles, for his part, barely reacts, merely straightening his shoulders. If Erik is going to put himself at risk, whether by proximity or distraction, he wants to know everything. “Were you banished for killing someone?” Erik asks, making sure to be blunt about it. Charles doesn’t even flinch.
There shouldn’t be any way to avoid answering the question. Erik is ready to read a lie in Charles’ denial, because all centaurs would deny it, but Charles smiles gently at him and asks, “Will you send me away if the answer is yes?”
Taking another life outside of battle goes against every code Erik has ever learned, goes against what it truly means to be a centaur, but none of that means anything to Erik now. In fact, taking life is what Erik has constructed his entire existence and identity around. For some reason, Erik wants Charles to know this. “No,” he says, putting as much weight behind it as he can manage.
Charles’ smile widens, brightening his whole face. “Well then,” he says, and instead of turning and fleeing from Erik’s attitude or even chastising him for it, continues simply, “I’m sorry to disappoint.”
Erik almost smiles and hides it by turning back towards his goal and continuing on his way. There’s a slight rustle of leaves behind him, but Charles doesn’t follow.
“You can call me Erik,” he says over his shoulder, and he does smile, then, at the noise Charles makes in his haste to catch up. They’ll have to work on that.
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Note: I’m not going to promise any more because I am awful at continuing things and also school, but I do have a bunch of other ideas about these guys/this setting, so maybe... Sorry this is so short as is!
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can't help but love your voice, very smooth and fluid.
would love to see more of this fic, if time/life/school permits anon! :D
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