ROUND THREE IS CLOSED
<< ROUND TWO |
ALL ROUNDS |
ROUND FOUR >> Rules post. Flat view. Updates Post (WIPs only) Fills Post (completed Fills only) damalur's
firstclasskink on Delicious.
Volunteers always welcome. There may be some delay on posts appearing when there is a URL in the message body as they are automatically marked as suspicious and I
(
Read more... )
Cue Erik, to his shock, receiving projected thoughts from Charles on a regular basis. Charles doesn't think they're getting through. He's not even trying anymore. It's a pallid sort of comfort, just being able to quietly "tell" Erik about something Alex has said, a thought he had about a television program. Those aren't the thoughts that get to Erik.
It's the ones like this: I miss you worst on nights like this.
I hope you're safe. Please be safe.
I love you like most people can't bear to love things.
I mean, feel free to use different thoughts or your own take on this. I ( ... )
Reply
(lol! almost misspelled 'tears' as 'teats'. XD wth brain?)
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
i.
The first time it happens, he's not even sure it's real.
The new metal framing his skull feels unfamiliar, an alien presence he has to get used to. It will bend to his will, eventually, will feel like an extension of his body in a matter of days, but for now he holds back a grimace as he listens impatiently to Raven and Angel's quiet chatter at the dinner table. Every now and then, Emma joins in with her sharp comments and Azazel merely chuckles in response to either woman.
It's early still, yet Erik stands, patience run out. “Good night,” he says and he leaves the room without another word, walking from corridor to corridor, up the stairs, and then another corridor until he finds his own bedroom. It's a disfigured copy of the one room he'd called his own for months (before everything fell apart and he lost more than just a bedroom, muchmuchmoreSometimes he finds himself just standing there in the doorway, looking at the cheap surrogate that's build on memories of ( ... )
Reply
ii.Erik is a fighter, and he's not used to waiting. War is around the corner, but the fights won't be coming for a while. He knows this, and he knows war like he does the back of his hand. War isn't so much offense as it is a combination of preperation and defense, he thinks. He is busy fine-tuning his control, not arrogant enough to sit still and only watch the new recruits train for the inevitable ( ... )
Reply
It happens every now and then. Sometimes it's just snippets of a conversation, and sometimes he knows it's directed specifically at him. At first he thinks Charles knows his new helmet lets other people's thoughts in, and is taunting him with updates on the kids and how they are getting ready to stop him. Erik is considering replacing the helmet, until one afternoon, when he's sitting in his study, reading, and the thoughts he receives take on a different direction.
I waited for you, do you know that? I'd hoped for you to turn around, to come back, thought you just needed time and then we'd agree to disagree. It's a ridiculous thought, I know. You'd probably laugh at me if you knew. Or you'd roll your eyes. Or both.
Erik looks down at the book, then slowly closes it and puts it away. He stands, then sits again, then stands once more and starts pacing. He swallows, desperately wants to cover his ears, but he knows it's no use. This is impossible to block, but if there happened to be a way, he sure didn't know of it.
Or maybe ( ... )
Reply
Reply
Reply
THANK YOU FOR YOUR COMMENTS I LOVE YOU BOTH -excited-
Reply
Reply
Reply
break through the cracks and bring me home
Enjoy, dear anon!
Reply
Reply
Get back your speech! I'm fairly sure that you'll be needing it at some point. Especially for all of the other glorious fills that are being posted everywhere! ♥
Reply
Leave a comment