Charles/Erik, shared dreaming
anonymous
June 8 2011, 02:10:56 UTC
Pretty much anything. It could be porn, or perhaps Charles comforts Erik during a nightmare, it could be a conversation long after they have gone their separate ways, it could be while they lie in the same bed or without ever establishing a relationship in their waking lives.
Fill...? When The Helmet Is RemovedpinkninjapjJune 8 2011, 04:08:08 UTC
They must be in similar timezones now; Charles could almost feel the metal helmet being lifted from the other man's head as the mantelpiece clock in Charles' study strikes one in the morning.
The students had already retired, except for Ororo, who has curled up by the largest window in the dormitories and was softly singing to herself. Charles touched her mind gently.
You should return to bed, little one. The young girl leaped from the window seat and was under the covers without even touching the floor. She buried her face in her quilt and tried to ignore her rapidly beating heart.
‘’night, Professor.’ She whispered.
Charles chuckled a little. Good night, Ororo.Ororo’s mind settled as she waited for sleep, and thousands of miles away, another mind, more familiar than any other, was slipping into unconsciousness. Erik’s exhaustion was almost a physical presence, weighing heavy in the back of Charles’ mind
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Re: Fill...? When The Helmet Is Removeddork_nerdJune 10 2011, 06:03:53 UTC
Oh, Charles! That was really heart-rending! You do an excellent job portraying Charles struggles with paralysis... and escaping to Erik's dreams to relive the simple pleasure of walking... ouch!
Re: Fill...? When The Helmet Is Removed
anonymous
June 15 2011, 11:09:35 UTC
Jesus Christ that last line hit me like a truck. I was trundling along, appreciating the narrative, the buildup, the moment-by-moment details and activity, getting ready to be sad/moved/whatever, and then WHAM. ...You're good. You're very, very good.
Any or all of the above, go nuts!
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The students had already retired, except for Ororo, who has curled up by the largest window in the dormitories and was softly singing to herself. Charles touched her mind gently.
You should return to bed, little one.
The young girl leaped from the window seat and was under the covers without even touching the floor. She buried her face in her quilt and tried to ignore her rapidly beating heart.
‘’night, Professor.’ She whispered.
Charles chuckled a little. Good night, Ororo.Ororo’s mind settled as she waited for sleep, and thousands of miles away, another mind, more familiar than any other, was slipping into unconsciousness. Erik’s exhaustion was almost a physical presence, weighing heavy in the back of Charles’ mind ( ... )
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((Also, your icon sends me into nerdy giggle fits!))
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*returns the icon love by lots*
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Hopefully I'll have more time on my hands... eventually.
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*love the icon, bb!*
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This is beautiful as a oneshot. The last line is perfect.
(But oneshots can have sequels, right? *puppy eyes*)
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Haha, I think I might try, in a little bit. Check back here for a sequel in a week or so, I guess!
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oh Chekov, your accent is like a target for jokes
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...You're good. You're very, very good.
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