Charles/Erik- 1st date
anonymous
June 11 2011, 16:57:28 UTC
Erik takes Charles out on a date. Problem is, he has no idea how to go about it and the kids take it upon themselves to help him out by giving him pieces of advice (and going as far as to stalk them on the actual date while whispering tips at Erik from bushes or when he goes to the bathroom and disregarding Erik's attempts to threaten them away).
Charles, of course, knows all of this and doesn't say anything (cause deep inside he's flattered and thinks it's incredibly sweet of them).
BONUS POINTS IF THE DATE ACTUALLY GOES WELL AND THE KIDS FINALLY LEAVE THEM ALONE.
FILL: Date Night (1/?)
anonymous
June 14 2011, 07:43:22 UTC
"So," Alex says, chewing on a piece of burnt toast, "I hear you're taking the Prof out on a date."
Erik sends him a quelling look as he stirs pancake batter in preparation for Charles and the rest of the children when they wake. "I simply asked Charles if he would dine with me outside of this infernal mausoleum." Charles' mansion feels simultaneously like the home Erik has always searched for and somewhere that he emphatically should not belong, the high stone walls and endless, dimly-lit hallways so unlike the series of motels and abandoned buildings he usually frequents between hunting down Shaw. It throws him off balance, as everything about and relating to Charles seems to.
"Wow, way to insult the guy's ancestral home and expect him to take it as a compliment," Alex says. "I shudder to think what you'll say to him over dinner." He slouches against the counter and adds, "Okay, regale me. What are your moves?"
FILL: Date Night (2/?)
anonymous
June 14 2011, 07:46:05 UTC
Erik is headed to meet Charles in the foyer when a hand reaches out and drags him into one of the mansion's billion guestrooms.
Hank, Raven and Sean are perched on the bed and Alex closes the door. "Good work," Alex says to Raven, surveying Erik's attire and brushing out the wrinkles he created in Erik's left sleeve by unceremoniously kidnapping him from the fucking hallway.
"I have somewhere to be," Erik says impatiently.
"Hey," Alex says, "You're not the only one who stands to lose from this endeavor. If shit goes sideways, we'll have to put up with you brooding around the mansion and throwing Sean off the satellite dish some more and the Professor will probably mope around like a sad, downtrodden puppy before focusing his attention on new, excruciating training drills for us."
Erik knows that most of this prophecy will probably come true regardless of tonight's success, but the you might make Charles sad bit grips him inescapably. "Fine," he allows, "But present the results of your 'focus group' quickly. I will not keep
( ... )
FILL: Date Night (3/?)
anonymous
June 14 2011, 07:49:41 UTC
The restaurant is exceedingly posh and Erik can only hope that his credit card won't be declined. He knows that Charles would never think less of him, that the man will certainly try to insist upon paying the bill himself, but it's a matter of principle
( ... )
FILL: Date Night (4/?)
anonymous
June 14 2011, 07:52:37 UTC
"Forgive me, Charles," Erik says, sitting back down at their table. "We were discussing Mendel's theory of inheritance. What do you suppose are the chances that the child of a mutant will inherit the allele which resulted in the parent's mutation?"
Charles smiles, quick and brilliant, and says, "That's exactly what I want to discover! I wonder if Hank would have time to help me conduct an experiment."
--
Charles takes the loss of his tweed coat in stride. In Erik's borrowed jacket, the cuffs slipping over his hands entirely in a way Erik had not anticipated, Charles looks warm and delicate, like something Erik could protect, could keep. Erik has the sudden urge to get him home as quickly as possible.
This is, of course, when, out of the corner of his eye, he sees Raven and Alex motioning furiously and mouthing over here!"I've forgotten my...cigarette lighter," Erik improvises before the frenetic waving of the children can attract Charles' attention. He veers back into the restaurant entrance quickly, hissing, "What could you
( ... )
FILL: Date Night (5/5)
anonymous
June 14 2011, 07:54:45 UTC
Erik is cooking omelets and thinking fondly of the way Charles looked in the pre-dawn light, eyelashes fluttering, body curled toward Erik like a flower toward the sun, when his reverie is rudely interrupted.
"What the hell are you doing down here?" Raven yells, grabbing the whisk from him and shaking it in his face. Drops of egg fly wildly. "When I said 'stay the night' I meant until Charles woke up, not just until dawn! Making breakfast does not supersede being there when Charles wakes up
( ... )
Charles, of course, knows all of this and doesn't say anything (cause deep inside he's flattered and thinks it's incredibly sweet of them).
BONUS POINTS IF THE DATE ACTUALLY GOES WELL AND THE KIDS FINALLY LEAVE THEM ALONE.
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Erik sends him a quelling look as he stirs pancake batter in preparation for Charles and the rest of the children when they wake. "I simply asked Charles if he would dine with me outside of this infernal mausoleum." Charles' mansion feels simultaneously like the home Erik has always searched for and somewhere that he emphatically should not belong, the high stone walls and endless, dimly-lit hallways so unlike the series of motels and abandoned buildings he usually frequents between hunting down Shaw. It throws him off balance, as everything about and relating to Charles seems to.
"Wow, way to insult the guy's ancestral home and expect him to take it as a compliment," Alex says. "I shudder to think what you'll say to him over dinner." He slouches against the counter and adds, "Okay, regale me. What are your moves?"
"My moves?" Erik asks ( ... )
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Hank, Raven and Sean are perched on the bed and Alex closes the door. "Good work," Alex says to Raven, surveying Erik's attire and brushing out the wrinkles he created in Erik's left sleeve by unceremoniously kidnapping him from the fucking hallway.
"I have somewhere to be," Erik says impatiently.
"Hey," Alex says, "You're not the only one who stands to lose from this endeavor. If shit goes sideways, we'll have to put up with you brooding around the mansion and throwing Sean off the satellite dish some more and the Professor will probably mope around like a sad, downtrodden puppy before focusing his attention on new, excruciating training drills for us."
Erik knows that most of this prophecy will probably come true regardless of tonight's success, but the you might make Charles sad bit grips him inescapably. "Fine," he allows, "But present the results of your 'focus group' quickly. I will not keep ( ... )
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Charles smiles, quick and brilliant, and says, "That's exactly what I want to discover! I wonder if Hank would have time to help me conduct an experiment."
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Charles takes the loss of his tweed coat in stride. In Erik's borrowed jacket, the cuffs slipping over his hands entirely in a way Erik had not anticipated, Charles looks warm and delicate, like something Erik could protect, could keep. Erik has the sudden urge to get him home as quickly as possible.
This is, of course, when, out of the corner of his eye, he sees Raven and Alex motioning furiously and mouthing over here!"I've forgotten my...cigarette lighter," Erik improvises before the frenetic waving of the children can attract Charles' attention. He veers back into the restaurant entrance quickly, hissing, "What could you ( ... )
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"What the hell are you doing down here?" Raven yells, grabbing the whisk from him and shaking it in his face. Drops of egg fly wildly. "When I said 'stay the night' I meant until Charles woke up, not just until dawn! Making breakfast does not supersede being there when Charles wakes up ( ... )
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