[minifill] devotion i never knew 1a/1b
anonymous
December 14 2011, 11:22:29 UTC
same anon as before. I... had plans for this to turn into a much longer fic, with weird things going on with chronology, but don't think I'll ever get to writing long fic. So, here are some scenes from it. If you're able to eke out what the general plot of this was, I'd be surprised. The initial idea was that Erik is out for revenge against Shaw, and Charles is a merman searching for his sister.
Oh, and, as I mentioned up-thread, this was written for the bonus part of the prompt.
[minifill] devotion i never knew 1b/1b
anonymous
December 14 2011, 11:26:06 UTC
“Had you given up that I would return?” Charles laughs gently.
“No, never that.” And Erik lets his knees sink into the sand and draws Charles close, not caring that he’ll be shaking sand out his clothes the next few days. He’s always finding sand there anyway, in the creases of clothes, in the crevices of the floorboards of his house by the sea. Emma said Charles would come to shore for him; she hadn’t said how Erik would come to the water for Charles.It comes to a decision made on a beach. Looking down at Charles’ face in his lap, and Shaw’s stiff, lifeless one nearby - both with sand crusting their faces and the damp sea breeze blowing their hair - they look alike, and the similarity makes Erik’s hands shake
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anonymous
December 15 2011, 05:53:34 UTC
I'm very glad this was heartrending. That's what I was going for! I also wanted to have a happy ending though, so that's why there are the italicized portions. :)
Oh, and, as I mentioned up-thread, this was written for the bonus part of the prompt.
music: never let you go (ft. Kid harpoon) by florence and the machine (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O0q-4QupCy8)
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“No, never that.” And Erik lets his knees sink into the sand and draws Charles close, not caring that he’ll be shaking sand out his clothes the next few days. He’s always finding sand there anyway, in the creases of clothes, in the crevices of the floorboards of his house by the sea. Emma said Charles would come to shore for him; she hadn’t said how Erik would come to the water for Charles.It comes to a decision made on a beach. Looking down at Charles’ face in his lap, and Shaw’s stiff, lifeless one nearby - both with sand crusting their faces and the damp sea breeze blowing their hair - they look alike, and the similarity makes Erik’s hands shake ( ... )
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