(Note: This is slightly anachronistic--Psycho didn't first air on television until June of '67 [it came out in theatres in '60], but...I do what I want.)
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It's Erik's turn to clean up after dinner, and by the time the dishes are done, the children are no where to be found and neither is Charles. At least, he's not in his study setting up their chess game, which is really the only place Erik has looked thus far. He doesn't know why Charles would be anywhere else--it's become routine. They eat dinner with the children and, afterward, they retreat to the privacy of the study and play a game or two before retiring to the further privacy of the bedroom to partake in a different sort of activity.
Tonight, though, Charles is missing.
I'm in the living room.The voice echos through Erik's head clear as a bell and he actually pauses, glancing around to make sure Charles isn't standing behind him. He's mostly gotten used to having someone else in his head, but there are still times, particularly when he's alone in the gigantic labyrinth
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flailing flailing flailing~ Oh my god, how cute and so typically Charles! I cannot stop imagining him building his pile of blankets and being so excited-scared, and I definitely want to imagine Erik being there for him while he screamed and clung and was generally scared! ♥_____♥
Erik isn't normally one for lingering in bed, but a storm's been raging outside of the house all night and when he lifts the covers to slip downstairs for his customary six am jog, Charles' chilly fingers close around his wrist.
"Don't go," he mumbles, half asleep still, eyes closed. He shivers and tugs at Erik's wrist.
"The world doesn't stop for a bit of rain," Erik says, but he eyes the outside dubiously. There's a chill in the air, and he's not precisely looking forward to jogging in the rain, though that's never stopped him before.
"Doesn't stop because you miss a run, either," Charles replies. The children will sleep well into the morning, with weather like this. Can't we do the same, for once?Erik hesitates and, much like Orpheus, makes the fatal mistake of looking back. Charles is curled on his side under the covers, his cheeks and nose pink from the chill of the air in the bedroom. His hair is a tangled mess and there's a bruise standing out, bright against his pale skin, beneath his ear where the skin is soft and
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Oh, oh, oh, this is so many things I love all together. I am going to go ahead and wallow around and cuddle in this like Charles in the warm bed, okay? okay.
Erik prides himself on not asking stupid questions, on cultivating a persona of cool detachment when faced with even the most perplexing of situations. He's been clinging to that fiercely in these past few days, his tenacity for seeming unaffected the only way he knows to combat the despair pooling in his stomach every time he sees Charles in a hospital bed, hooked up to machines, pale as death
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It's Erik's turn to clean up after dinner, and by the time the dishes are done, the children are no where to be found and neither is Charles. At least, he's not in his study setting up their chess game, which is really the only place Erik has looked thus far. He doesn't know why Charles would be anywhere else--it's become routine. They eat dinner with the children and, afterward, they retreat to the privacy of the study and play a game or two before retiring to the further privacy of the bedroom to partake in a different sort of activity.
Tonight, though, Charles is missing.
I'm in the living room.The voice echos through Erik's head clear as a bell and he actually pauses, glancing around to make sure Charles isn't standing behind him. He's mostly gotten used to having someone else in his head, but there are still times, particularly when he's alone in the gigantic labyrinth ( ... )
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"Don't go," he mumbles, half asleep still, eyes closed. He shivers and tugs at Erik's wrist.
"The world doesn't stop for a bit of rain," Erik says, but he eyes the outside dubiously. There's a chill in the air, and he's not precisely looking forward to jogging in the rain, though that's never stopped him before.
"Doesn't stop because you miss a run, either," Charles replies. The children will sleep well into the morning, with weather like this. Can't we do the same, for once?Erik hesitates and, much like Orpheus, makes the fatal mistake of looking back. Charles is curled on his side under the covers, his cheeks and nose pink from the chill of the air in the bedroom. His hair is a tangled mess and there's a bruise standing out, bright against his pale skin, beneath his ear where the skin is soft and ( ... )
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The other parts are linked in the "related videos" on the right! :D
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I remember renting DTV videos on VHS when I was . . .probably too old to think it was cool. But we didn't have actual MTV so it was kind of novel.
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