[ Waking up is an ordeal when it's the domain of sleep that allows Charles to forget his plight. Back in his own bed, the oblivion is deeper, dreamless and thoroughly exhausting his store of baggage from the day previous, which makes it all the more crushing to emerge from that darkness in the dim morning, slate swept anew and ready for the first scribbling of the day, same as before: half of you is gone.
Charles' body has conditioned itself to the wave of nausea that accompanies that persistent despair, half sure that he's going to pull himself together for the time that it takes to haul himself to the bathroom down the hallway, but Erik's voice is chiming in then. The second scribbling of the day becomes: Erik Lehnsherr is still in love with you. Really, that balances the first nicely.
Landing back on his pillow with a flumph, Charles sets his pyjama sleeves to his eye sockets, answering back with grogginess. ] Just so. What can I do for you?
I. [ His thoughts come with a trickle of self-conscious awareness. Erik has never partaken in a relationship where token gestures are common place, so he's still a little unsure of his actions. It colours his mind with a warmth though, roughly and slow and a little distracted.
That and he has to hover the pan away from the stove for a moment. ] Made you breakfast. I thought I could bring it up.
[ Mouth going agape, his arms flop back atop the covers with the cool tendrils of curiosity licking away at the back of Erik's mind, kept in check by actually genuinely being touched at the gesture. ]
Wh - you did? [ It's pleasantly surprised, sparking past the morning fog and general chill of the room, tucking himself back under to gather the bed's heat to him. ] Ah, yes, come on up. The door's locked, but that won't be a problem. [ Charles has to see this for himself. ]
[ But he's smiling to himself now, finding the teapot by hand as he uses his power to slide the toast on to a plate. It helps, Erik likes the practical implications of his ability very much. He's already got the milk jug and the sugar arranged, the little bowl of fruit. Because he was never sure what one makes for one's - whatever Charles is to him, hard to decipher beyond a bright spark of feeling. ] I'll be up in a moment.
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Charles' body has conditioned itself to the wave of nausea that accompanies that persistent despair, half sure that he's going to pull himself together for the time that it takes to haul himself to the bathroom down the hallway, but Erik's voice is chiming in then. The second scribbling of the day becomes: Erik Lehnsherr is still in love with you. Really, that balances the first nicely.
Landing back on his pillow with a flumph, Charles sets his pyjama sleeves to his eye sockets, answering back with grogginess. ] Just so. What can I do for you?
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That and he has to hover the pan away from the stove for a moment. ] Made you breakfast. I thought I could bring it up.
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Wh - you did? [ It's pleasantly surprised, sparking past the morning fog and general chill of the room, tucking himself back under to gather the bed's heat to him. ] Ah, yes, come on up. The door's locked, but that won't be a problem. [ Charles has to see this for himself. ]
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[ But he's smiling to himself now, finding the teapot by hand as he uses his power to slide the toast on to a plate. It helps, Erik likes the practical implications of his ability very much. He's already got the milk jug and the sugar arranged, the little bowl of fruit. Because he was never sure what one makes for one's - whatever Charles is to him, hard to decipher beyond a bright spark of feeling. ] I'll be up in a moment.
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