I mean to make the subject "meme, etc" and accidentally typed "memebleton?"

[pocky_slash]

Good morning, internet. I am really tired

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[littledust]

Ororo settles in well with the other children. She's fascinated by the older ones, Raven especially, and ten year old Scott is eager to show her around and take responsibility for getting her settled. She takes to the mansion just as well as Charles predicted, exploring rooms and running all about, listening with great interest to stories Raven tells about the games she and Charles played in their youth

[littledust]

They move again and again. Erik opens a post office box under a fake name in southern California. Azazel asks no questions, most likely a remnant from his time under Shaw, but Erik is grateful. He doesn't know how he would explain it if pressed. He can't explain it to himself--Charles is the only temptation he's ever given into. It's always been true, from the moment Charles first asked him to stay at the CIA off-site in Virginia to the time he first leaned in to kiss Erik in the dark parking lot of a diner in middle America. Charles makes him want in a way he never has before. Charles makes him want so badly he can't bring himself to pull away and even now, even now that he's left for good, he still clings to the wisps of Charles still available to him. Charles has left an imprint in his mind, a permanent scar of love and passion. Erik doesn't want it, but he recognizes how precious it is, how sacred

[littledust]

Erik's head is tipped back to the downpour. He's grinning up at the sky. He's stopped walking, and Charles stops too, turns back to him. There's a peace on his face that's so rare that Charles has only seen it in Erik's memories. He looks...happy

[littledust]

The table sits atop metal legs, an awful, modern thing that they've situated between two arm chairs. It's easy enough to levitate it over to the couch and even, with a flick of his hand, re-form the legs until it sits lower to the ground so it's easily accessible to them. He turns to Charles, just slightly smug, proud every time he manages to to perform a task fluidly without calling up the rage that usually fuels him.

Charles, however, has his eyes closed and his breathing's evened out. Charles is sleeping, curled on his side with his head pillowed against Erik's hip. Erik didn't even feel him move.

He knows he should wake Charles up, but it would be awful to lose all that power if Charles' brain overloaded Instead, he gently extricates himself from the sofa and leaves Charles sleeping.

Well, leaves him for the armchair. There's a copy of Charles' thesis sitting on the table next to it. Erik's been meaning to read a bit more of it anyway and it's really just common sense to do so where he can keep an eye on Charles. Just in case.

[littledust]

"I think I need to go to Target," Charles says as Erik fights with the stupid fucking parking machine that won't accept his five dollar bill. Erik really needs to suck it up and con another resident parking permit out of the building association. He's starting to feel guilty about the amount of money Charles spends on parking given Erik's apartment is located in the same complex as the Target, the movie theatre, several decent restaurants, and thus a rather expensive parking garage.

"You don't need to go to Target, Charles," Erik says. "It's Thursday night. You need me to drive you back to your apartment and put you to bed because you need to get up and go to work tomorrow morning."

"No, I think I do," Charles insists. "I think I need...stickers."

"You have enough stickers to open your own Lisa Frank boutique," Erik reminds him, finally pulling out the receipt. "Come on. I'm going to take you home."

Mostly I just want to know about Erik's dark history with Lisa Frank. XD