Re: [Crossover], Charles/Erik, Brandon, Brandon/Charles/Erik [Shame]
anonymous
November 10 2012, 14:57:37 UTC
The mellow euphony is an invitation on its own. If velvet could be heard; this would be it. A sound that matches the thrumming of a heart, the tapping of shoes, the ticking of a clock. The slow addition of a saxophone with its sensual call allows the segue for the sibilant vibrations of the symbols on the drum kit. It's redolent of coffee and conversation in this ambient setting, and having grazed over the few sated minds inside, Charles can barely keep himself from heading towards the door and ambling inward. Erik finds that he can most definitely let Charles buy him a drink or two, given that the success of recruitment still left remnants of an elated buzz in the pit of his stomach. And then there's Charles, with his infectious demeanour and intoxicating charm - who he could almost never say no to. So the figurative bonds between them strengthen as he allows himself to follow through and seek the telepath. Charles has settled on a seat that faces the musicians on the raised platform. The interior is all round-edged and curved, with polished vinyl and mahogany. Erik can't say he's unimpressed with Charles's choice - frankly, they're in the middle of nowhere in the last hours of the day and a deficiency of native money has been leaving them with few options. Charles persistently - well, stubbornly if you ask Erik - refuses to manipulate minds into oblivion over pay checks, and disapproves of Erik's offer to morph the coins in his pocket to ones of use. The amber lighting they're illuminated by does wonders for Charles's face and nothing for Erik's resistance. His cerulean blue eyes look glazed and hypnotic; enthralled with the sight in front of him. Erik's eyes are too occupied to see what Charles is gawking at, though he can clearly tell that whatever it is - Charles likes it.
Erik finds that he can most definitely let Charles buy him a drink or two, given that the success of recruitment still left remnants of an elated buzz in the pit of his stomach.
And then there's Charles, with his infectious demeanour and intoxicating charm - who he could almost never say no to. So the figurative bonds between them strengthen as he allows himself to follow through and seek the telepath.
Charles has settled on a seat that faces the musicians on the raised platform.
The interior is all round-edged and curved, with polished vinyl and mahogany. Erik can't say he's unimpressed with Charles's choice - frankly, they're in the middle of nowhere in the last hours of the day and a deficiency of native money has been leaving them with few options. Charles persistently - well, stubbornly if you ask Erik - refuses to manipulate minds into oblivion over pay checks, and disapproves of Erik's offer to morph the coins in his pocket to ones of use.
The amber lighting they're illuminated by does wonders for Charles's face and nothing for Erik's resistance. His cerulean blue eyes look glazed and hypnotic; enthralled with the sight in front of him. Erik's eyes are too occupied to see what Charles is gawking at, though he can clearly tell that whatever it is - Charles likes it.
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