565. On the Road Again...

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the ROAD TRIP meme

You know who likes a good road trip? Everyone likes a good road trip! So aren't you glad you get to go on one now? Of course you are.

How it works:
1. Post with your character, with their name | canon and any preferences in the subject line
2. Someone else tags you. Congratulations, those characters are now on a road trip together!

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erik lehnsherr ( xmfc )

[thouneedestme]

[if you want my AUs just specify.]

HP AU, YES? C:

[notthehelmet]

[ The map is unfolded on his dashboard lap, circled in at least sixteen places along a wide, wide pseudo countryside. Charles is more than pleased, and he driving past the trundling fields on the way to House on the Rock, an architectural wonder in the rural areas -- Charles has always loved road trips, and it's rare that Erik would have the time (and the disposition, admittedly) to keep him company on a two week long expedition on to all points everywhere.

To be very honest, Charles had looked forward to this for the longest time; a private vacation with Erik away from the rigors of work, and the chance to see all the rural sights and sounds without rushing.

They're deliberately bypassing cities, touching on the tiny towns that time seemed to have forgotten, and Charles is in a cheery mood, looking over at his companion with a twinkle in his eye. ]

You're not feeling carsick, are you? I imagine it might be strange for someone who's in a moving vehicle for the first time.

[thouneedestme]

[erik is actually feeling sick. he doesn't like this muggle contraption with its stupidly metallic-and-leather interior (what an abomination of the elements, he idly remarks in his head). he'd prefer traveling via broomstick compared to this thing. but then again, charles practically begged him for a vacation, and erik is stupid and unpracticed in the arts of scowling convincingly around the man.

so. road trips. erik couldn't eat anything that charles had, out of his aristocratic temper that prevents him from eating the abomination that are potato chips and drinking that bubbly black liquid called pop that some of the kids packed for them. charles had sandwiches, at least, which was marginally tolerable (except they're obviously not gourmet food). as much as he'd like to eat something, however, the trip is horrible on him, and the long roads that these muggles travel on was ridiculous. what is the point of traveling this far if you can apparate between distances

[notthehelmet]

[ Charles starts to chuckle good-naturedly before he turns to look at him, pretty much graced with the sight of Erik Lehnsherr looking pretty green around the gills. Reaching over him, he makes to wind down the window to introduce a little more fresh air into the car before the wizard did something like throw up. He ignores the little footnote in Erik's head that mentioned things like abomination of elements and alternative modes of transport.

Frankly, Charles really would have liked to travel via wizarding methods, finding them exceedingly thrilling -- but the last time Erik apparated Charles somewhere, he ended up not being able to poop for a week. Most unpleasant business, indeed. And besides, Erik had agreed! Naturally, it took a lot of wheedling and compromise and the copious, shrewd usage of his natural good looks (yes, Charles does know that Erik has a weakness, and that weakness is him). ]

And let the whole world see us on a broomstick, Erik? [ He shakes his head, looking back at the road and not working to hide his

[thouneedestme]

[you silly muggle. erik just scowls at him. he should, perhaps, try and introduce charles to the floo network. however, if he's so against apparating already, there's not much that he can convince him with the floo network either.]

There are other methods of transportation.

As for broomsticks, well. They're rather fast and efficient. [erik pushes that window down a whole lot more.] You should see England at nighttime from the sky.

[notthehelmet]

[ This silly muggle is immune to the patented Lehnsherr Scowl of Death®, as evidenced by the visible brightening at the mention of broomsticks and the current possibility of actually riding on one that does not involve the use of euphemisms and/or choice household objects while utilizing fantasy.

Reaching out to get a sandwich that looks pretty much wilted from the open tupperware between them, Charles bites, chews thoughtfully and swallows as he contemplates the sights of England at night from that particular vantage point. He looks wistful; and oh, imagine Erik flying alone, high up in the sky, the silence around for miles and miles round.

It must truly be magical. ]

I imagine it would be a splendid sight.

[thouneedestme]

You wouldn't know, because you're terribly attached to your ridiculously offensive contraption of metal.

[a death trap, erik vows. that's what this thing is. he's seen other versions of it used by hunters on bears and dragons. they're all made of the same things, and erik lehnsherr, pureblood extraordinaire, disapproves of such contraptions that enclose bodies. it is rather in poor taste, but because he believes that he is a good wizard, he will suffer through it.

charles xavier's blue eyes may or may not have something to do with it.]

[notthehelmet]

[ He's laughing. Erik's indignation and haughtiness in the face of modern transport is extremely endearing; even more so when he had decided to come along with him anyway, and his gaze softens at that reminder, that realization that he reaches over to lightly squeeze his thigh.

Open, warm affection, because for all of Erik's prickly nature and generally testy, blunt disposition, there are many times when his heart is in the right place, and Charles knows to be very, very grateful for that. ]

Thank you for taking this trip with me. [ His words are sincere, a fondness in his eyes that he spares to no one else. ] Maybe we could travel by broomstick, next time. Would I have one of my own?

[thouneedestme]

[stupid muggle making ridiculously endearing faces at him with his ridiculously endearing tone and ridiculously endearing everything. erik crosses his arms over his chest and he doesn't dignify that thanks with a response, though he doesn't really move his hand against his thigh. he actually thinks it's quite pleasant, though don't you dare tell him that, or this car is going to be crushed with you inside of it.

at the subject of broomsticks, however, erik rolls his eyes in a most dignified manner.]

Absolutely not. I will chain you from my own.

[notthehelmet]

[ Aw, come on, Erik! Charles simply laughs at that one because Erik is too endearingly grumpy even when he's obviously isn't trying to be. There's something about his bristly, prickly nature that is genuine, and unlike anyone else Charles has ever known, and don't worry -- Charles knows when Erik likes something, and this is a pat before he pulls his hand away to focus on driving.

God forbid they get into some sort of accident all because of a slip in attention! ]

Chain me? Won't that look a little silly?

[thouneedestme]

You'd look like a dementor, I suppose.

[pictured in his mind: cold, grey things looming, chains, long robes, smell of death. he supposed if he stuffed charles into enough grey robes he can try and make him look like one without the aid of a polyjuice potion. erik smirks.]

A riot during Halloween. The children will love it.

[notthehelmet]

[ Charles tuts, making a face at him because he sees it so clearly in his mind's eye, and you may not go around terrorizing poor children like that, Erik!! And he definitely knows what the wizard is planning right there, and he responds, in his primmest, most British tone. ]

Most certainly not, Erik. We shall certainly not be doing that for Halloween! What we shall do, however -- [ He trails off mischievously. ]

[thouneedestme]

A little adventure won't hurt the children, Charles. You shelter them far too much.

[though he does give a small smile at that suggestion. oh charles. he never understands why so many people are convinced that you are a paragon of virtue. you could be the most dangerous man in the world, and the world wouldn't know until it's too late.]

[notthehelmet]

They're still very young, you know. Though, I was thinking more along the lines of something we could do together.

[ And Charles is not on the subject of chastising him anymore -- no. He's gleefully imagining the ritual of carving out pumpkins, the candy, the works! He supposes Erik hadn't quite had that before, and at length he asks -- ]

How good are you with your hands?

[thouneedestme]

Considering I haven't strangled you throughout this trip, I'd say my control is perfect.

[okay, he is hungry and he refuses to eat the junk food that those children packed and he reaches for one of those sandwiches. 8I which are actually pretty good, though you won't hear that from him.]

[notthehelmet]

[ Charles gives him the schoolteacher version of a sweet, sweet smile -- wide with what is very obviously open affection (because he knows it annoys Erik irrationally). ] Stunningly so, my friend.

[ He doesn't even take offense to the concept that Erik had probably wanted to strangle him, and notes the fact that he's eating, which is very good any way you looked at it, so. ]

Good! Come to my house on Halloween; we could get creative with our hands.