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Any/Any, The Endless

[anonymous]

Crossover: Any character from First Class meets one and/or all of the Endless.

Maybe Alex meets Despair in solitary.

Maybe Erik keeps seeing huge red haired man watching over him.

Maybe Charles once met a rainbow haired girl who's mind was too chaotic to read.

Maybe Armando's last passenger was a strange goth girl who seemed to know something he didn't.

Re: Any/Any, The Endless

[rosyghost]

ugh, i'd give my firstborn to see that last one.

1 / ??

[gefenia]

a/n: suuuuuper sorry if this is confusing as fuck. i hope someone else who writes more coherently than i would would fill your prompt to make up for my fail because damn. anyway, i hope you enjoy!

00:06

a subway -- erik shuts his eyes tight enough, hoping to bore them into his skull as he confirms to himself quietly, yes, yes, he's underground new york, going to manhattan -- a subway -- moving through the lines in the middle of the night and howling as it passes through the tunnels. the dark is oppressive and erik -- is shaking, is cold, he feels claustrophobic inside an utterly empty subway which has somehow now functions as a little cage.

his hands feel awfully stiff, as if chained down. he sees a pale reflection of himself against the mirror on the other side and --

he sees against the window a man with robes and a book open, whispering his name as he reads something with the final, heavy weight of destiny. erik, erik, erik, erikthe image is broken as the subway thunders down into the tunnels and the dark

2/3

[gefenia]

1:45

i'm dead tired, he says. he stares at the ceiling, counts the number of cracks he could see, counts the chipped paint and the grimy areas, follows the metal bars that hold the ceiling up. a girl in front of him is staring at the window and her hair is a wild mess of black and silver and her clothing is disagreeable to erik, if only because it reminds him of those children banging out horrible metal tunes in the radio. (bad enough he can control metal. even worse when it starts humming along to his anger

3/3

[gefenia]

5:35

Re: 3/3

[ascoolsuchasi]

I'd quote you everything I loved about this, but then I'd just be reposting your fill, so here's probably my favourite:

the grooves of his briefcase marking his palms as if he'd been carrying a coffin for the most of his life.
The image in my mind from this is just- fuck.

And this line----> his mind is a theatre of his own failures and erik sleeps grinding his teeth in the dark, a silver coin embedded in his closed fist. HOLY FUCK. Seriously.

AND THAT LAST BIT. This is so viscerally beautiful and shit, I haven't read The Endless, but I know tomorrow I'm walking to the comic shop and getting a copy...or twelve.

Greatgreatgreatgreat job.

[gefenia]

aww thank you u__u i'm really glad you liked it! and hehe, i had to pull out my comics for this one, too. it's been a long time since i last read the sandman!

[anonymous]

Amazingly effective, gutfelt and wrenching. Erik's fatigue and grief are vivid, and the poetry and imagery just amazing. Painful and lovely.

[gefenia]

thank you!