Re: Charles/Erik, Charles gets a makeover! (2a/?)
anonymous
May 12 2013, 11:46:21 UTC
aw, thank you all! Here's more of the story, because yep, not leaving anytime soon...also I'm not sure with the title, any ideas?? _____________________ Eric Lehnsherr yawned and rubbed his eyes. It was 7:30 in the morning for God's sake! Who the hell decided that schools should start at the light of dawn, just on the brink of summer and winter solstices, when three white birds gave cries of awakening and flew into the eastern mountains? (Okay maybe that was exaggerating, but, the point was clear.) Erik was not a morning person, and he hated getting up in the morning.
"Just six more months. Just six more months!" He mentally chanted as she shuffled through the corridors, stifling some yawns and bluntly expressing the others. He dragged his feet to the lockers, replying to some of the hi-s and hey-s from his classmates. Just. Six. More. Months. Wasn't there anything he could do about it?
Murder the principal. Yes! He'd murder the principal, and then no one would have to get up early! And he'd do it coldly, slowly and painfully, letting Mr Paul bleed to death, just like all the students did, each day! Erik smirked, mentally laughing like a maniac, MUAHAHAHAHA, lightening crackling in the background. And no one would find out...but maybe he'd announce it to the student body, and then he'd be crowned their king. He knew he was popular, but this would be different. Bow to me, peasants! Erik imagined the scenario, arms wide open, all capes and crown. That's right, Erik Lehnsherr, your new king!
He'll never be punished, and they all would bow to him. Never be caught-
As he walked round the corner to his lockers, he found himself walking into somebody. Everything happened so quickly, and slowed by his sleepiness, Erik was flat on his back before he could even understand what was happening. He felt stuff, things, landing on him and all the breath being knocked out of his chest. Abort. Abort. Abort. Was he already being punished for thinking his crimes? He won't murder the principal, fine. Maybe Mr. Paul did have all spies all around, fucking telepathic spies, maybe. He groaned, feeling a person on himself. Oh, great! He opened his eyes, and looked straight into two electric blue eyes, framed by soft brown locks that extended to tickle Erik's forehead. Erik paused, not recognising the face on top of him. He blinked, trying to clear his hazy mind. "Oh, dear Lord!" the smaller man cried out, and Erik instantly recognised the British accent, and oh, oh! Charles! Suddenly, he was wide awake, very aware of everything around him. Including the body pressed into his. Especially the body pressed into his. The sweet, woods-at-sunrise smell that drifted off from Charles. The high pitched squeak that Charles had let out when he crashed into Erik. The soft caress of his long, brown locks. The breath of his mouthwash that mingled into his own. He felt Charles struggling with his balance, trying to get up. Erik's arms moved on their own, holding onto Charles' arms. "Uhm..." he said, clearing his throat, because he, just seconds ago, he was still 93% asleep, and his voice was all sleep-laced. "Hey. Easy!" "Yuh-Yes of course!" Charles said, sitting up a bit, (on Erik really!!) pulling out of Erik's hands. He pushed his hair out of his eyes, running a hand through it awkwardly. Erik wanted to swat his hand away and comb his own fingers through the soft locks. But he shook that thought away, trying to focus on what Charles was saying.
Well, that's why he didn't recognise Charles before, he'd rarely seem him without his king-kong sized glasses. And now, without them, he looked like an angel, with long flowing hair, and sapphire blue eyes, and white, creamy skin...and woah, those red lips, Erik tried his best to focus on the words the lips were forming...without any success... ____________________________________
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Eric Lehnsherr yawned and rubbed his eyes. It was 7:30 in the morning for God's sake! Who the hell decided that schools should start at the light of dawn, just on the brink of summer and winter solstices, when three white birds gave cries of awakening and flew into the eastern mountains? (Okay maybe that was exaggerating, but, the point was clear.) Erik was not a morning person, and he hated getting up in the morning.
"Just six more months. Just six more months!" He mentally chanted as she shuffled through the corridors, stifling some yawns and bluntly expressing the others. He dragged his feet to the lockers, replying to some of the hi-s and hey-s from his classmates. Just. Six. More. Months. Wasn't there anything he could do about it?
Murder the principal. Yes! He'd murder the principal, and then no one would have to get up early! And he'd do it coldly, slowly and painfully, letting Mr Paul bleed to death, just like all the students did, each day! Erik smirked, mentally laughing like a maniac, MUAHAHAHAHA, lightening crackling in the background.
And no one would find out...but maybe he'd announce it to the student body, and then he'd be crowned their king. He knew he was popular, but this would be different. Bow to me, peasants! Erik imagined the scenario, arms wide open, all capes and crown. That's right, Erik Lehnsherr, your new king!
He'll never be punished, and they all would bow to him. Never be caught-
As he walked round the corner to his lockers, he found himself walking into somebody. Everything happened so quickly, and slowed by his sleepiness, Erik was flat on his back before he could even understand what was happening. He felt stuff, things, landing on him and all the breath being knocked out of his chest.
Abort. Abort. Abort. Was he already being punished for thinking his crimes? He won't murder the principal, fine. Maybe Mr. Paul did have all spies all around, fucking telepathic spies, maybe.
He groaned, feeling a person on himself. Oh, great! He opened his eyes, and looked straight into two electric blue eyes, framed by soft brown locks that extended to tickle Erik's forehead. Erik paused, not recognising the face on top of him. He blinked, trying to clear his hazy mind.
"Oh, dear Lord!" the smaller man cried out, and Erik instantly recognised the British accent, and oh, oh!
Charles!
Suddenly, he was wide awake, very aware of everything around him. Including the body pressed into his. Especially the body pressed into his. The sweet, woods-at-sunrise smell that drifted off from Charles. The high pitched squeak that Charles had let out when he crashed into Erik. The soft caress of his long, brown locks. The breath of his mouthwash that mingled into his own. He felt Charles struggling with his balance, trying to get up. Erik's arms moved on their own, holding onto Charles' arms.
"Uhm..." he said, clearing his throat, because he, just seconds ago, he was still 93% asleep, and his voice was all sleep-laced. "Hey. Easy!"
"Yuh-Yes of course!" Charles said, sitting up a bit, (on Erik really!!) pulling out of Erik's hands. He pushed his hair out of his eyes, running a hand through it awkwardly. Erik wanted to swat his hand away and comb his own fingers through the soft locks. But he shook that thought away, trying to focus on what Charles was saying.
Well, that's why he didn't recognise Charles before, he'd rarely seem him without his king-kong sized glasses. And now, without them, he looked like an angel, with long flowing hair, and sapphire blue eyes, and white, creamy skin...and woah, those red lips, Erik tried his best to focus on the words the lips were forming...without any success...
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uh word limit -.-
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