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[godwinner]

((a catch-all for current threads, since the workaround I'm currently using for my journal is really the only one that's working for me.))

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[godwinner]

[from here]

Are you.

[ but this is distracted -- he's looking at Charles's hands ]

[mind_over_metal]

*for all that Charles had been the one insisting that they would talk, he doesn't seem to be awfully interested in allowing Erik to do so now.*

[godwinner]

[ it's all he'll have to say for a while. ]

[mind_over_metal]

*finally, he pulls away, just enough to lean his head down and rest his forehead against Erik's shoulder, relieving the strain on his neck as he pauses there, breathless, eyes still closed*

[godwinner]

[ moves his hand around to the back of Charles's head, lips brushing over his hair, the shell of his ear ]

[mind_over_metal]

*exhales a soft, shaky laugh, his hands slipping to clutch loosely at Erik's sides*

[godwinner]

[ he can't find any laughter in him, so drops his hand to the wheelchair's other arm, bracing to push himself up ]

[mind_over_metal]

Forgive me, I just...

[godwinner]

[ shakes his head minutely, a movement Charles can feel, and straightens with a slight wince ]

[mind_over_metal]

*head still bowed and hands still resting at Erik's waist, he bites his lip to stifle any further completely inappropriate reactions. though it doesn't stop the curve of a smile before he softly speaks*

It's just the most ridiculous thing.

[godwinner]

What?

[mind_over_metal]

*one hand slips around to Erik's lower back, fingers seeking out the location of the strain*

I can't help but be a little impressed by all of the things that I've managed to do with the Xavier family name. It's as if I can actually feel the absolutely futile attempts of generations of ancestors trying to disinherit me.

[ there's a sort of soft static-y background hum to that, not directly projected thoughts or images, but just the faint glimpse of a backlit scrim across which a history of experiences are in motion, weaving and patching themselves into a shifting quilt of the lived-in environment of a telepath and an atheist and a cripple and a mutant and a queer -- not asking for understanding (or asking for anything, really) but just colouring his words in the way that he knows how to ]

[godwinner]

[ makes a pleased sound of acknowledgment in his throat, both echoing that hum and responding to Charles's touch on his back. he reaches around to grasp his fingers and remove them, though he doesn't let go either. ]

And now making time with a Jew on top of it all.

[mind_over_metal]

*twists his hand to lace his fingers with Erik's as he tilts his head up to meet his eyes*

Complete and utter scandal. Well, I always was a bit dodgy.

[godwinner]

[ smirks a bit, reaching up with his free hand to remove the hat ]

[mind_over_metal]

Are you going to be keeping this one?