the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses
As usual, I have ten million pressing things to do, but, god. Here's a note for all you x-men slashers on my f-list, because I just cannot stop myself from sharing this now:
you open always petal by petal myself
This is the best fic in the fandom. It's not actually a Secretary AU, because it is painfully beautiful, exquisitely detailed, and epic in scale. It's heartbreaking. This is my ideal Charles: powerfully strong, earnest in his intentions, and sometimes...going a little too far. The Erik here is an AU Erik, obviously broken in ways that cannon Erik is not (or is he?), but his every breath feels true to character, regardless. And he kills me more each update.
Also, Charles and Erik go to Busan, and it is rad.
He buried his face into his hands. This was how it all started. This was how it all fucking started- he noticed Erik shift in his sleep and put on his dampers before his own distress could reach its pitch. Like the time he'd been sitting next to a racist on the bus and had softened the edges of her resentment because it had felt so wrong. Or the anorexic girl in Amsterdam he'd shared a table with in a MacDonald's whom he'd taken to a mirror and showed how she really looked in his eyes. Or the man in an abusive relationship-
Granted, none of those people had gone wrong- Charles had anxiously checked- but every time he did something like that he knew that even though he had the best of intentions, it could never be justified. And Erik, whom he'd been determined to behave properly around, was proving to be the largest temptation of all.
When you see an abyss, Raven had once said to him, you'd want to jump in just to fill it up.
you open always petal by petal myself
This is the best fic in the fandom. It's not actually a Secretary AU, because it is painfully beautiful, exquisitely detailed, and epic in scale. It's heartbreaking. This is my ideal Charles: powerfully strong, earnest in his intentions, and sometimes...going a little too far. The Erik here is an AU Erik, obviously broken in ways that cannon Erik is not (or is he?), but his every breath feels true to character, regardless. And he kills me more each update.
Also, Charles and Erik go to Busan, and it is rad.
He buried his face into his hands. This was how it all started. This was how it all fucking started- he noticed Erik shift in his sleep and put on his dampers before his own distress could reach its pitch. Like the time he'd been sitting next to a racist on the bus and had softened the edges of her resentment because it had felt so wrong. Or the anorexic girl in Amsterdam he'd shared a table with in a MacDonald's whom he'd taken to a mirror and showed how she really looked in his eyes. Or the man in an abusive relationship-
Granted, none of those people had gone wrong- Charles had anxiously checked- but every time he did something like that he knew that even though he had the best of intentions, it could never be justified. And Erik, whom he'd been determined to behave properly around, was proving to be the largest temptation of all.
When you see an abyss, Raven had once said to him, you'd want to jump in just to fill it up.