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charles f. xavier }} professor x. ([personal profile] helpmeguideit) wrote2011-08-04 02:59 am

Continuing on.

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"Breakfast would be nice," Charles said. He enjoyed those times when he woke up early and got to spend some time alone with Erik. They didn't have these moments very often. Not with his own habit of falling asleep in his office and waking up in the middle of the night. He would join Erik for sleep (most nights) well into the night sometimes.

"I was going to get someone to make us something, but it seems I can't get up early enough for that."
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[personal profile] e4e5nf3nc6nc3nf6 2011-08-05 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
"I wouldn't have suggested it if I wasn't willing to cook," Erik pointed out. It was something Erik took great pleasure in doing, to be honest. It was a skill like any other that he'd practised and perfected over the years, it only made sense the he liked to show it off to others.

"French toast," he asked over his coffee. "Or would you prefer something more English?"
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[personal profile] e4e5nf3nc6nc3nf6 2011-08-06 08:18 am (UTC)(link)
"English breakfast is simply more of an affair," he explained. "A few too many components for a quick meal. We really haven't that much time before the rest of the house hold begins to wake. Perhaps an hour, if that. I noticed the scent of food usually lure everyone here."

As he spoke, Erik rummaged through the kitchen. He retrieved eggs from the fridge, bread from the breadbox, and some cinnamon and sugar from the spice rack on the wall. "How many slices for you?"
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[personal profile] e4e5nf3nc6nc3nf6 2011-08-07 11:21 am (UTC)(link)
Charles' sentiment warmed him and Erik made no effort at all to keep that feeling to himself. He wasn't sure if it worked, but he hoped that focus on any given thought or sensation magnified it enough that it stood out to Charles. He liked to think it worked as so much between them was unsaid, yet understood.

He shot a look back to Charles before setting to work. These quiet moments meant so much to him, more than he could say. It was part of the reason he always made a point to be the first awake. It allowed him a chance to spend a few precious minutes with Charles before Anne woke even if they never made it out of their room.

"So greedy, Charles," Erik teased. "You have me to yourself all night, every night."
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[personal profile] e4e5nf3nc6nc3nf6 2011-08-08 07:43 am (UTC)(link)
Erik blinked at the words, the egg in his hand slipping from his grasp to splatter on the floor. He muttered a curse in his native tongue and he grabbed for a towel to clean the mess from the floor. It all happened so quickly, Erik found himself crouching on the floor, mopping up the egg before he stopped to look at Charles in a mix of pleased surprise.

"What did you just say?"
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[personal profile] e4e5nf3nc6nc3nf6 2011-08-09 12:42 pm (UTC)(link)
It washed over him like like the tide lapping a the shore and filled in all the old hollow places with unexpected warmth. A small, genuine smile tugged his lips and, for once, a completely unguarded expression came over his face. He was surprised, but moved by Charles' sentiment. He wondered how someone like Charles' could feel that for a broken thing like himself.

He should say something back. He tried, but nothing came. Erik finished cleaning the shattered egg from the floor and rose to his feet. It frustrated him that he wasn't able to articulate his own thoughts and feelings in turn. He turned away from Charles and leaned heavily on the counter. "I... feel the same way."
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[personal profile] e4e5nf3nc6nc3nf6 2011-08-11 10:12 am (UTC)(link)
A grateful smile settled over his lips and Erik seemed to mentally sigh in relief. Articulating his feelings wasn't something he was good at and it wasn't something he put much effort into changing. Perhaps part of that stemmed from knowing that Charles could sense him. In the time since he'd come back to the mansion, Erik made it clear that he didn't mind Charles skimming his thoughts, so long as he wasn't terribly invasive.

He'd come to realise that Charles had some difficulty dealing with others when he didn't read them. He realised asking Charles to stay out of his head completely was like asking him to close his eyes and find his way through the expanse of the house without running into anything or stumbling. It cut off a vital sense, a sense that Erik was once wary of, but now embraced for the intimacy it allowed them to share.

And it was intimate to him. The direct manner in which he could communicate his ideas and feelings to Charles when he couldn't put them to words. The untainted experience of Charles' emotions if and when he chose to share them. It was a connection Erik wasn't sure he could do without any more. It was completely and utterly evolved and brought them closer in the purest of ways.

"Thank you," he murmured, intensely grateful for Charles' understanding.
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[personal profile] e4e5nf3nc6nc3nf6 2011-08-13 08:56 am (UTC)(link)
After cleaning the egg from the floor, Erik washed and dried his hands, only to lay one on Charles' shoulder. He was always careful with those gestures, never being too familiar in front of others, especially the children. It wasn't out of shame or fear, nor did he think of it as hiding, merely a simply desire to remain private. So much of their relationship was in unspoken communication, it only served to make it all more poignant for Erik that it was only for them. Even these small affections weren't for the eyes of others, but only for theirs.

And this particular moment, well, it felt like a milestone to Erik. For two decades, he had no place that was his home, no shelter for the raging storm of his own pain and anger. Charles had given him that: a home, respite, peace, family, and now love. All things Erik never expected to have in his life. Though his determined and violent strength was unneeded now, Erik knew that he would, if the time ever came, fight to the last to protect everything Charles had built, had given him.

A playful grin settled over his lips and he turned back to the stove. "Are you going to just sit there or help me?"
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[personal profile] e4e5nf3nc6nc3nf6 2011-08-16 03:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hold these," he uttered quickly, handing off the container of eggs to Charles. It freed up some space on the counter and Erik went about getting a dish in which to better the bread. He put a fry pan on the range and put some butter in to melt. before the took two eggs from the container he'd passed off to Charles.
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[personal profile] e4e5nf3nc6nc3nf6 2011-08-23 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
"Don't drop them," he teased. "I can't be trusted not to." That said, he plucked one of the eggs from the container and cracked it open to begin battering the bread.