Charles/Erik or [GEN], Erik realises Charles is an alcoholicsynekdokeeDecember 25 2011, 23:18:24 UTC
During their stay in Westchester, Erik realises that Charles has a serious problem with alcohol use. Raven's in denial about it, using Charles's telepathy as an excuse ("he just does it to wind down"), but Erik's starting to realise Charles isn't as well-adjusted emotionally as he pretends to be
( ... )
FILL: and soon will all turn grey (1/?) [WARNING for alcoholism]interesting_ginDecember 28 2011, 02:48:55 UTC
The ice in the glass numbs the back of his throat, the first time he takes a sip. He is thirteen at the time and far too young for it; it makes his head swim and his skin buzz and tingle. And it makes the voices that he still does not understand dim, and it makes him feel so very alive
( ... )
FILL: and soon will all turn grey (2/?) [WARNING for alcoholism]interesting_ginDecember 28 2011, 02:51:29 UTC
Raven doesn’t cry any more, because when you have screamed yourself hoarse until your throat is bleeding and your eyes are red raw with tears, and all the good it has done is to make him defensive and vicious and crying, what, in the end, is the point? So she closes her eyes to it, smiles and says that everyone likes a drink to wind down of an evening, and oh these students, what are they like? And she goes to bed early, leaving him alone to his work and the ever present glass on the table, the third sibling, the one who will never leave home, and drowns her own sorrows in dreams.
Charles pretends he believes her. It is easier than caring, and the whisky, after all, hasn’t judged him yet.
-
Erik finds Charles slumped in a study armchair on the third night in the house, and it’s the first time Charles has passed out in months, though of course he cannot know that; this stranger in the dark.
“Charles,” he says, concerned, and then there are rough hands shaking Charles awake, half panicked, and a voice screaming in his head please be
( ... )
Re: FILL: and soon will all turn grey (4/4) [WARNING for alcoholism]synekdokeeDecember 28 2011, 03:24:14 UTC
This was beautiful and angsty and descriptive and just ugh. I like the fact that it ended on the note that it did. It wasn't such a happy ending, something that can be fixed with loving gestures and offers of help.
I'm so jealous that I can't write in this manner.
"We’ve all got demons, Erik,” Charles says, and with an effort he snaps himself back to reality, tears his eyes open and stares Erik right in the face. “Not all of us are lucky enough to be able to name ours."
^probably my most favorite line in the FC fanfic fandom thus far. It sent something through that icicle I call a heart ;-p
Re: FILL: and soon will all turn grey (4/4) [WARNING for alcoholism]ascoolsuchasiDecember 28 2011, 06:27:37 UTC
Holy fufffufufuffuffuffufffufuck. Seriously. Jesus, this was so beautiful and traguc and visceral and just -- holy fuck.
...the ever present glass on the table, the third sibling, the one who will never leave home, and drowns her own sorrows in dreams. I think, in a really, really fucked way, this is my favourite part of the entire fic. It just sums up everything so beautifully and so simply and so fucking tragically. It's amazing.
Reply
Reply
Please someone fill this for my masochistic heart <\3
Reply
Reply
Charles pretends he believes her. It is easier than caring, and the whisky, after all, hasn’t judged him yet.
-
Erik finds Charles slumped in a study armchair on the third night in the house, and it’s the first time Charles has passed out in months, though of course he cannot know that; this stranger in the dark.
“Charles,” he says, concerned, and then there are rough hands shaking Charles awake, half panicked, and a voice screaming in his head please be ( ... )
Reply
Reply
Reply
Holy fuck. That. What even is this? It's beautiful and prosaic and hurts so badly. You did the topic justice, and, ow. My heart. My poor, poor heart.
That was beautifully and flawlessly executed. Jesus.
Reply
Reply
I'm so jealous that I can't write in this manner.
"We’ve all got demons, Erik,” Charles says, and with an effort he snaps himself back to reality, tears his eyes open and stares Erik right in the face. “Not all of us are lucky enough to be able to name ours."
^probably my most favorite line in the FC fanfic fandom thus far. It sent something through that icicle I call a heart ;-p
Reply
Sometimes, I think, one can have too much of happy endings :)
Reply
Seriously. Jesus, this was so beautiful and traguc and visceral and just -- holy fuck.
...the ever present glass on the table, the third sibling, the one who will never leave home, and drowns her own sorrows in dreams. I think, in a really, really fucked way, this is my favourite part of the entire fic. It just sums up everything so beautifully and so simply and so fucking tragically. It's amazing.
Really, really good job. Thank you for that.
Reply
Reply
I want to quote all my favourite bits back to you but that would essentially end up being the whole fic.
Will you end up posting this whole somewhere so I can add it to my favourites?
Reply
And yes, I've posted it up at my journal, over here, pretty much as messy as it is with a couple of tidies.
Reply
Leave a comment