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Before he can fall to the ground, a hand steadies him. Its owner, while similarly emaciated, wears new (if-baggy, bearing slogans that neither of them can read) clothing that hangs off of his skeletal frame. His hair is freshly-washed, and he even smells clean, the delouser having accomplished its task with vigor. "Oye!" he yells back over his shoulder to alert the doctor of their newest arrival. "Dzień dobry, [good day/formal] - rozumiesz mnie [do you understand me]?" he asks first in Polish, and then repeats the same phrase in German. Clearly, Erik isn't the first of his kind to wander through their fence. The discarded lock means nothing to the man, and he clasps Erik's shoulder firmly. "Look, yeah? Jesteś bezpieczny, I promise. Look," he withdraws a packet out of his jacket only for an older individual to loudly interrupt, "I'll take it from here," the evident leader of this facility rolls smoothly across the villa's pebbled stone in what seems to be a technologically advanced wheelchair. He lowers Carmen's arm and bids him to put the smoked meat back into his pocket. "And I'll deal with you later," he snorts.

But if he is a warden, he's nothing like the kapos Erik had once shied under. There's no vitriol, no promise of punishment. It's a near-congenial reprimand, and then the other fellow (and his beef jerky, the bastard) is off into the tented-maze ether.

"G'wan. Git." He shooes the young man away, leaving just him and Erik across from one another. "I know you can understand me. Our young friend was quite right - it's safe here. We have food and medicine. Warm blankets. A good book. For free. It isn't spectacular - many of our wards dropped dead of over-feeding, so we're stuck with lentil mash, I'm afraid. Will you come in further? My name is Dr. Xavier." He introduces himself gently, spreading his hand out across his sternum to punctuate the statement. Erik can't quite tell what language the man is speaking in, but at this point, anything was better than certain death. "But you can call me Charles, if you'd like."

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As Erik walked through the desolate landscape, his thoughts were anything but simple. His mind was a storm of memories, each one a scar etched into his very soul. The only objectives he clung to were reaching the tree and then the pole, but the journey held far more weight than the physical distance he covered.

Days without sustenance had taken their toll, carving lines of exhaustion into his young face. He looked older than his mere twenty years, his gaunt frame and sunken eyes testament to the relentless hardships he'd endured. Every step was a torment, every movement sent waves of agony through his emaciated body.

But within the depths of his being, a fire still burned, a determination to survive, not just for his own sake but as a testament to the strength of the human spirit. The horrors of the concentration camp had not broken him completely; they had forged him into something unbreakable.

Amidst the barren wasteland, a distant sight caught Erik's eye—a solitary villa, standing like an oasis in the desert of his despair. He knew he needed respite before his body surrendered to the relentless strain. The weight of his ordeal pressed down upon him, threatening to snuff out his flickering will.

Chains, whether physical or metaphorical, held no power over him now. The heavy chains that locked the villa's gates were merely an inconvenience. With a profound inhale and eyes tightly shut, he harnessed his extraordinary energy. The lock yielded to his unyielding determination, shattered by a force more potent than steel.

#the worst is not so long as we can say / verses #[ We are digging a grave in the Sky . ]

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Officially back on my Cherik bullshit.

There is a lot more information in the various links so I'll just keep this short & & sweet . You are preferably 24-25+ , with few triggers , enjoys a solid mix of smut and plot && good with one-liners or multi-paragraph depending on dialogue/action flow . I can play either ERIK (I have the most experience with Erik , and many different versions ) or CHARLES ( I have a couple of versions, my Charles is always disabled , my Charles is more canon - centric than my Erik /s ) . Discord is Weemie#2844 , feel free to reach out .

AUs are my shit . If you play Erik please pick a Jewish face - claim . Under no circumstances will I ever accept any of X - Men Apocalypse as canon . Destroying Auschwitz was a chillul hashem and Erik would NEVER .

Word bank ; diplomacy / foreign language , CIA , military , college , teacher / student , teacher / parent , parenting , soldier / civilian , clinician / patient , TiMER , sentinel / guide , ds!verse , abo!verse , time travel , multiverse traversal , mind control , poetry , narrative fuckery , experimental , telepathy , soulmates , bonds , true love , trauma , recovery , abuse , WWII , modern historical , war , cultural discrepancy , fish out of water , sci - fi , star trek redux , blah la la la ! If you have an idea you want to do , feel free to approach me . Please PICK THE PLOT / AU you would like to do beforehand ( there are several ideas spread out over the links & & around my Erik blog as well . )

#1x1 rp #1 x 1 rp #1x1 discord rp #one on one roleplay #one on one rp #discord rp #1x1 discord #one on one discord #x-men rp #xmen rp #1x1 x-men rp #x-men roleplay #xmen roleplay #cherik rp #cherik #erik/charles #professor x/magneto #au rp #discord roleplay

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If you're an Erik RPer and you would prefer to play against Charles, I have a couple of Charles iterations! Check below the cut for two versions of Charles and a brief overview of each! A heads up that I am 31, so definitely prefer RPers closer to my own age (any degree older is fine, though.) If this interests you reach out to me on Discord at Weemie#2844.

The plot above is one I would love to do because I am a sucker for Sentinel/Guide and Soulmates BULLLLSHIT. It also really easily flows into a kind of "ds!verse lite." This version of Charles was a 721A or cryptographic technician in Detachment 101, behind enemy lines in Nazira, Burma. The 2nd version of Charles I play is set in the 1970s, and is a Vietnam War veteran and outspoken conscientious objector who was unable to avoid the draft. Resultingly he became a combat medic, serving in the 75th Ranger Regiment. He was known primarily as a soother of the spirit, and earned the nickname The Good Shepherd - a name that both allies and enemies knew (as he would assist either).

All versions of Charles that I play are disabled - specifically due to an SCI (T12/L1) obtained during his military service. He is played by George Robinson. He was raised in Westchester, New York, in the "lap of luxury," by Sharon Xavier and Kurt Marko with his step-brother Cain. He obtained a Ph.D. from Oxford University by the time he was 22 years old, having initially enrolled into the establishment at thirteen. (His military service would not come until after the age of 22.) My version/s of Charles are also stupidly overpowered, possessing abilities akin to reality-warping (think David Haller from Legion - there is crossover into physical reality [though obviously this is not consistent else he would have healed himself etc] beyond the bounds of the mind, and often times, what is "real" or "unreal" is not always understood.) Specifically for the Sentinel/Guide RP -> the original plot says mutants don't exist but we can easily also set this along the backdrop of mutations becoming more prominent throughout the world and the backlash from that as governments scramble to control their citizens. if Charles is the Sentinel, then the only person literally on Earth capable of stopping/controlling/assisting him, is Erik. If Charles is the Guide, then he is very probably the most powerful mutant on the planet. Charles would be a submissive Guide, or a dominant Sentinel. For both versions of him (dom or sub) he is a complete and utter service top. His primary sexual/interpersonal motivation/s are to caretake. Aside from the general themes of dominance and submission, I do enjoy tons of plot as well as smut, preferring to keep things at least 50/50. Charles is a fairly incurable romantic, so expect this RP to delve into the introspective and dynamic between the two characters, both of whom are dealing with some very immense personal issues. It is through one another that they may find the answer has been there all along. Some mysterious Big Bad or another? Establishing the school? Recruiting mutants for the CIA?

In the 1950s redux Charles is a forensic psychologist. One idea I'd had was that Erik is being kept hospitalized against his will because his doctors do not know how to deal with the reality of what he's saying happened to him. They just consign him to mentally ill. Charles feels him lash out from across the world and decides to get on a plane and go where this signal is taking him. It's that strong. He finds Erik locked up and advocates for him to be immediately released into Charles's custody.

In the 1970s Charles is a social worker specializing in mutation and family services - it's through these contacts that he'd eventually like to establish Greymalkin Manor as a legitimate home for mutant children, seeing the amount of abuse and neglect they endure. Maybe Erik is a young dad with two babies and ends up on Charles's radar somehow? (Neighbor made a complaint, Erik just walked in and asked... however you'd like!) or anything honestly.

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sentinel / guide . i would like to play charles xavier against an erik lehnsherr . ( please change his face claim to a jewish actor if you use a face claim , my recommendation is michael aloni because v v similar features ) set in an era where mutants don’t exist as we know them charles grew up as a hypertelepath , the only gifted soul he knew , but he’s heard the stories of sentinels and guides . a long - extinct human splinter from the times of achilles / patroclus and david / jonathan themselves - venerated throughout tradition & & history as true pair - bonded souls . homo superior, who held immense gifts capable of destroying whole cities . drawn together by the guide - link which kept them both stable . charles feels it across the world, when a young man in haifa moves metal for the first time and nearly brings the hospital down . ( 1950s redux , ds'verse lite , where sentinel -> sub and guide -> dom . i can play charles as both easily so go with your gut )

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More MIND CONTROL roleplay ideas ->

Another idea I have for how this could go is that Erik and Charles meet initially because Erik is in prison for killing Klaus Schmidt on American soil. Due to his mutation he is under solitary confinement. The only person he is permitted to see is his psychiatrist, Charles. In this one Charles becomes more familiar with Erik's mental terrain and gradually decides to "fix" him after seeing that he does not wholly lack compassion. With sex and mind control. Y'know. For science. LOOK. I AM NOT PROUD OKAY.

Hit me at Weemie#2844 if this snags your interest.

#1x1 rp #x-men rp #discord rp #nsfw rp #indie rp #x-men roleplay #one on one rp #one x one #roleplay #1x1 roleplay

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RP Search

Hello, 31/m, AST here. Looking to add one or two more ONE ON ONE RPs featuring Erik Lehnsherr and Charles Xavier! I have almost no content limits whatsoever. It honestly depends on the dynamics between our individual characters, but I can play Erik anywhere from very dominant to service-oriented submissive. So if your Charles is more one or the other, I can work with that. I play a few different versions of Erik: two are modern and one is from the 1950s. All are in their late 20s to early 30s. I enjoy having lots of plot and lots of smut, probably a 50/50 split if I'm being honest (writing it out every time will probably get boring but y'know what I mean - the option is nice! But slow burn is fantastic so we can go 100% plot for a while if that's your jam.)

Basically, take a look at some of the plot ideas and versions and pick whichever one you think you'll jive most with! I'm obviously a huge fan of military themes, war, the CIA, international/diplomatic shit, foreign language, college AU, la la la. We could also mix it up with some Sentinel/Guide bullshit, because I'm a fucking sap for soulmates AUs (kill me now). My Discord is Weemie#2844 ! More information under the cut.

Erik ONE played by Ishai Golan

Erik 1 is Israeli and a former medic in the IDF who tried to conscientiously object but ended up being threatened with jailtime - which he could not afford due to caring for his ailing mother and baby sister. He was in Beirut helping both his own side and the enemy and managed to endure his experiences (which he morally objected to at the time) without firing his service weapon once. (This is a modern, vaguely 80s-90s setting.) He then immigrated to America and studied social work, and is now a CPS worker. E1 is rude, brash, and gregarious. You ever see that episode of Conan where he asks the Israeli guy "how do you say excuse me?" and he's just like "you don't! ELBOWS OUT MOTHERFUCKER!" That's this guy. He listens to hardstyle on the walk-man and wears Hawaiian T-shirts. He can meet Charles through his work somehow (if Charles runs his school, perhaps he meets Erik on the job at one of his students' homes and enlists his help). Maybe he seeks Charles out because one of his clients has a mutation and he doesn't know what to do - Charles being a mutant psychologist could be the catalyst there.

Erik TWO played by Adam Brody

Erik 2 is American from Midwood, New York City and an OEF veteran ex-68W, and MIT graduate. He can either have Pietro and Wanda or not (poor Magda gets Fridged, RIP) this version of him features his family heavily (his mother was also a mutant and a time traveler) and is set in the late 2010s. E2 is friendly, charming and talkative. He's the diplomat and the leader, knows several languages, and is a genuine, certified genius. He's the domestic fluff guy, always ready with a joke and a can-do attitude. He's a Conservative Jew, keeps kosher and goes to his dad's house every Saturday for Shabbat. They keep asking him when he's going to Bring A Nice Young Man Home. It's a whole thing. This one requires a bit of finagling but my idea is that Charles is Erik's VA-appointed caseworker and/or therapist (he was "The Good Shepherd" in at least a few incarnations so it's not super out of place). We could also potentially switch it up and have him attend MIT after returning from the Army, and he meets Charles there (either as a fellow student or professor). The CIA are also going to be involved in this, as they have been tracking Erik since he was a child. AS OF the beginning of our RP, this version of Erik believes he is a BASELINE HUMAN. When really, he is actually an Omega-level mutant with the ability to manipulate subatomic particles.

Erik THREE played by Michael Aloni

Erik 3 is Polish and was a sonderkommando at Auschwitz as a teenager. He survived years in this role due to Klaus Schmidt taking a "special interest" in him and only manifested his mutation after liberation. This one is my "darkest" version of Erik, but he is not an asshole or a genocidal insane person. I play him extremely realistically, tactfully, with the knowledge and study of years of history and personal experiences. His faith is important to him. E3 is gentle, curious and compassionate. A more somber personality, this version of Erik is genuinely kind, values life in all of its forms, and speaks softly but with great wisdom. A nurturing soul, he is a lay leader at his synagogue, teaching Torah to some of the younger children. Whip-smart and dry-humored as hell, but it takes time to really see it, since his command of English isn't the greatest. He's either a construction worker in Haifa (Charles would be volunteering there as well), working in International Tracing Service with ICRC in Eilat (these are the people who try and reunite families and track down records torn apart by the war), or a recent immigrant to the United States where he is attending university at MIT (Charles can again either be a professor or a student, or someone adjacent to the university).

#x-men #xmen #x-men rp #xmen rp #x-men roleplay #xmen roleplay #roleplay #1x1 discord #one on one rp #1 x 1 rp #1x1 roleplay #rp #erik lehnsherr #charles xavier #cherik #modern au #honestly would luv to use E3 at some point #the only version of erik that i AM selective with though #come at me bro!!! #one on one discord #discord rp #discord roleplay #18+ rp

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by Murray Foubister

#doubt the stars are fire; doubt that the sun moves / aesthetic #the trial never ended captain . / the q

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what tragic hero from greek mythology are you?

patroclus

you are patroclus, from the iliad by homer, doomed by fate to be stuck in a love story that has no place on the battlefield. although you always have the best intentions, you have to realize you cannot save everyone. your unwavering loyalty means you often lose yourself in the process of putting others first. take a deep breath, remember who you are, and that you are deserving of the same love you try to put out. you are kind, you are strong, and you give and you give but it is never enough to protect those you love. in the end, it's not even enough to protect yourself.

tagged by ; @afemininemystique tagging ; you there !

#the breaking of so great a thing should make a greater crack / meme #so long lives this and this gives life to thee / character study

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WHAT COLOR IS YOUR AURA? Chiffon

stone walls, sweaters, moths, dusty lace, animal tracks, incense, throw pillows. your essence is chiffon: your soft heart disarms those who meet you. you willingly swallow your feelings for everyone else; it is easier to hide your sensitivity. you may be a mirror, reflecting the best back at others, and not knowing quite who you are inside. you are the compromiser. you are the recaster. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of ashen, hickory, brown, and grey, who act with patience. you are also drawn to the cheerful orchid and honey, who will help you grow and discover what actually makes you happy. however, you may struggle to get along with the wild-hearted personalities of mauve and terracotta who act on their whims.

tagged by ; @afemininemystique tagging ; @ensnchekov @my-timing-is-digital @ltbroccoli , you there! french boy!

#the breaking of so great a thing should make a greater crack / meme #so long lives this and this gives life to thee / character study

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"Not at all ," Erik answers Charles's question with a light smile. In this environment, his accent is still somewhat detectable, lending a rounded edge to his vowels. "I found it wondrous . I merely regret that it did not occur sooner . I would not have hesitated to use a gift like yours ," he admits softly. He holds out his hand and allows the shovel to snap up in between his fingers, twirling it a little deftly in his left hand, the one uncovered by the thick black brace that circles his right, keeping his fingers straightened. "That must have been a very challenging experience ," he said of Charles's answer. Vivid green eyes flicking up to meet his, with no fear whatsoever at the concept of Charles plucking such answers from his own swirling, storming thoughts.

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They’re digging ditches, today, and the sun is beating down hot, draping them in suffocating blankets of sweat. Erik grimaces, setting his shovel down into a soft patch of dirt to rest his foot atop, considering Charles’s question. “I was about 22,” he replied softly. “The Red Cross had established medical tents for us. One morning I looked up and all the little metal tools were floating around me.” It had been an uneventful, almost peaceful manifestation. Ordinarily mutations expressed themselves in puberty, but Erik was an outlier. He often wishes it would have come to him sooner, but that’s merely a lament against reality. Life is what it is. “What of your own gifts?” he returned the question, ever-curious. “Did you grow up knowing man’s truest nature?” Did Charles ever take a peek inside his mind? See what all the fuss is about? Why the other volunteers sneer and avoid him? Erik doesn’t begrudge it, though he does expect if Charles did, that Charles’s opinion of him would sour just as his peers.

The telepath did his best walking around in his usual attire, most commonly sporting a grey tweed three-piece suit, a green tie and well-polished black Oxford shoes. Not that they’d remained shiny despite how carefully he tried to step, quietly reminding himself to give them a good clean when he got home – - before he stepped inside.

Not that the setting was entirely foreign to him, how could he forget the last time he’d tread through dirt and mud? Back during the war when he’d been called up to fight for Britain. At least this time he was stood there entirely by choice and no impending doom loomed over their heads. So he hoped, at least.

“You were twenty-two?” It wasn’t the first time that Charles had heard of someone’s mutation taking longer to manifest, but it did still did intrigue him. “Were you frightened?” He couldn’t help but ask, preferring to ask such questions than to take them for himself. “Did anyone see you?”

Though what he hadn’t been expecting was to have his initial query turned around on him, not very used to being asked questions about himself back. “I saw parts of it, at least.” Was all he uttered regarding knowing man’s truest nature. “I learned that just because I can read people’s minds, control them, doesn’t mean I should.”

#the worst is not so long as we can say / verses #[ it is ample to lie there . ] #thprofessor #sorry i cannot quite seem to figure out cutting posts! #the option to delete reblogs does not seem to be there

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They're digging ditches, today, and the sun is beating down hot, draping them in suffocating blankets of sweat. Erik grimaces, setting his shovel down into a soft patch of dirt to rest his foot atop, considering Charles's question. "I was about 22," he replied softly. "The Red Cross had established medical tents for us. One morning I looked up and all the little metal tools were floating around me." It had been an uneventful, almost peaceful manifestation. Ordinarily mutations expressed themselves in puberty, but Erik was an outlier. He often wishes it would have come to him sooner, but that's merely a lament against reality. Life is what it is. "What of your own gifts?" he returned the question, ever-curious. "Did you grow up knowing man's truest nature?" Did Charles ever take a peek inside his mind? See what all the fuss is about? Why the other volunteers sneer and avoid him? Erik doesn't begrudge it, though he does expect if Charles did, that Charles's opinion of him would sour just as his peers.

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“When did you first realise? What you were? What you could do?”

#[ it is ample to lie there . ] #the worst is not so long as we can say / verses #thprofessor

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Erik Lehnsherr

My forehead is branded A night has hardened on the rocks I have left the seahorses to chew My entrails And scatter them in space I have seen the horror of boats breaking While the echo fell

#natura non contristatur #erik lehnsherr #moodboard #doubt the stars are fire; doubt that the sun moves / aesthetic

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Erik Lehnsherr & Charles Xavier

Unshakable Confidence towers over the valley. Its peak offers an excellent view of the Essence of Things. For all its charms, the island is uninhabited, and the faint footprints scattered on its beaches turn without exception to the sea.

#moodboard #erik lehnsherr #charles xavier #doubt the stars are fire; doubt that the sun moves / aesthetic

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Erik Lehnsherr & Charles Xavier

Handled already, Lord, clawed and clawing as though the body of each of us were your body, Lord. Wind-awry we went there, went there to bend over hollow and ditch.

#moodboard #erik lehnsherr #charles xavier #doubt the stars are fire; doubt that the sun moves / aesthetic

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Erik Lehnsherr & Charles Xavier

Someday I'll wish upon a star And wake up where the clouds are far behind me Where troubles melt like lemon drops Away above the chimney tops That's where you'll find me

#Erik and Charles DS!verse #moodboard #erik lehnsherr #charles xavier #natura non contristatur #doubt the stars are fire; doubt that the sun moves / aesthetic

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The last, the very last, So richly, brightly, dazzlingly yellow.

"Charles Xavier, open this g-dforsaken door!" an unfamiliar voice lifted amidst the pounding. First in his head but then flesh-against-wood, a typical cop-knock with dented fist-edges. Bang! Bang! Bang! The hundred-year old white-oak paneling on the mansion's front door would surely splinter under the force of it. Don't be so melodramatic, Charles.

Obscure. At first, but nothing remained obscure to Charles for very long. The accent, the cadence, the swirl of metal and rigid steel and smoke and crying birds-of-prey and desert sands and blinding skies that was… strange, in America. Topsy-turvy. September chill sets him bracing, and the streets are too quiet for spring, sprawling department stores and automated doors… finding himself missing the merchants, shoving new fruits under his nose… Acidic oranges, bright red seeds slipping out of mud-crusted fingers, watching the sky through sticks and leaves. Silence and seas of people adorned in white. Tishrei is your favorite month, New York City is too cold. Too-much metal like how you'd expect him to love. You remember this. The metal, wound down into the spaces between his atoms, his driver. But Lehnsherr - Shomron called him Ariel but everyone else just calls him Erik - just misses the heat. You can almost smell the burning rubber tires as the hollowed-out Jeep under your ass lifts off the ground and careens beyond an aging, rusted wall, medical tents line-by-line and you're really here, ferrying enormous jugs of water to the makeshift hospital. At least Haifa had roads. You could never classify whatever he was doing in this sweltering wasteland - this minuscule fraction of a place called Eilat - as driving in the first place. The Red Cross had convinced Charles to go. It'll be good for you, your people-finding skills are unprecedented! Oxford loves the extracurriculars. OK, except for the fact that no one in this entire country understood how a fucking motor vehicle worked, OH KAY? It's hard to sell it as good for him when he's imagining his skull through the windshield. Ma kara, atah mipachad? What's wrong? You scared? Of course Lehnsherr goaded him. Always had. Flyaway curls are freshly jammed under a black, tye-dye swirl toque (at least some things never change, you couldn't get Erik into a kippah if you paid him, but he'll show up to work in a 420 Blaze It beanie - OK, maybe not quite so theatrically goyische; the same category as Hot Topic and American Idol, but you honestly couldn't predict the man's moods on the best of days and he's absolutely been known to fuck with Charles in spectacular and delightful ways), and two large brown paper bags balanced in one of his arms, freeing up the other to… ya know… knock Charles's door down with.

Perhaps if the sun's tears would sing against a white stone…

This part of Erik, Charles was not familiar with. He didn't rise to the bait, any of it. His mind a glass sieve, fogged with snowflakes over a superheated element. "Ah , so you're incapable of reason, then?" Erik's poor arm crosses over his chest, one eyebrow arched back. "And I doubt you could see two feet in front of you let alone annihilate the opposition , kamerad." The statement is sharp, pointed at the whiskey tumbler in Charles's fingers. "But you are right that I am not here for a social call," Erik's quick retort lacked any indication of offense. Charles had the distinct capacity to wither with a well-placed word, a cutting observation, acerbic sarcasm designed to flay away skin and reveal bone. It wasn't that Erik was immune, no one really could be immune to that level of insight, but he was shored up with foolhardy courage, impulsive and willing to jump feet-first into the fire regardless. The little girl was spared from falling on her rear end by a neat application of Erik's abilities, setting her upright onto her feet before she hit the ground and kneeling to murmur something conspiratorially to her, watching as she ran off into the distance. It was a controlled display of power. No lurching, jerky, messy, noisy scraping and bouncing around. No cars crumpling under their own gravity, wheels dragging against gravel, fighting against him. No metal , either. Now he appeared to have distinct command of his environment, a clocked awareness of every reflective surface in the room a subtle magnetic pull in his neurons. Grounding, soothing. "Still smoke?" Erik with a cigarette dangling out of his mouth, now there was a blast from the past. "I have liquor, pie and Newports. Don't say I can't bribe the best of them. Or the worst." Those eyebrows raised very pointedly down at Charles. He patted the top of the paper grocery bags.

That butterfly was the last one. Butterflies don't live in here,

"I will make it and you will eat it," Erik pointed at him expectantly as he got to work. The cigarette by now had migrated its way under Erik's hat and behind his ear, safe and sound while he retrieved varying ingredients from the bag in preparation. "This is untenable," he muttered as he glanced about the kitchen, rummaging this way and that. Too much clutter, too distinctly lacking care, Charles found a shot glass set in front of him because, "don't drink out of the bottle like an animal," but whatever reply Charles gives he knows Erik isn't really listening. He's just making noise, making his presence felt, inundating himself into the cracks and walls. The shot glass settled itself in front of Charles expectantly. At least he wasn't griping about the drink, but apparently he'd gone full circle. Medic, fact-finder, social worker. And now, Charles-wrangler. Erik's career trajectory was shaping up nicely, he thought. Five years; it's long enough for him to have finally gotten a fucking post-secondary degree, a point of contention Charles very vividly remembers being mocked endlessly for in the ambulance as it skittered noisily over rocks. Look who grew up and got his Bachelor's all on his lonesome. (It's uhhh not that impressive comparatively, look who he's fucking talking to, but for Erik who Charles wasn't sure knew how to sit still long enough to learn anything that wasn't casualty evacuation triage, it was meritorious.) A knife snapped into his hand from the block and he sliced open the package, running the meat under the tap before cutting it into thin slices, splashing salt and pepper on it, a little rosemary, and pounding it thin for a stir fry. It's done all one-handed, with help only from the tug of Erik's mutation, fine-tuned. Nothing like the swirling, cacophonic maelstrom of Charles's mind. Splintered into millions of refracted-kaleidoscope prisms, thoughts-not-his-own. Ki'ani lo yetzat, the thoughts were so quiet as to be nearly indistinguishable from the sizzling of oil in the pan. Charles was too drunk to bother pulling out the interpretation. Something about not exiting . Why was he here? A pin-drop echo reverted upside-down right-side-up through the mirror, mud and crunching bones and aching metal. One foot in front of the other, two steps back to counter it. You always did make fun of his Avalanche phase (you never thought you'd meet Matthew Good's biggest fan in fucking Eilat , but life uh… finds a way) until one buried you. It's a memory from the ether, a forgotten spiel in the long litanies, the metronomes of Charles's current existential crisis. Once, Erik Lehnsherr had carried him across miles of desert in a very literal sense of the word. Now, it seemed, he had come back to do the same. Whether or not Charles approved.

#moodboard #erik lehnsherr #this version of erik is modern and israeli #he tried to conscientiously object but was threatened with jail #so he became a medic and did casevac #then worked with the international tracing service #he met charles working with the international committee of the red cross in haifa #they were volunteers and charles was injured in an avalanche #their vehicle broke down so erik literally carried him in his arms through the desert #then he went to america to finally get his bachelors degree in social work #and now he is on an h2 visa as a cps worker #this version of erik is named ariel lehnsherr #erik is a diminutive of ariel in israel #stars hide your fires; let not light see my black and deep desires / concepts

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warren worthington ii

Thou canst hear though from the wild; Thou canst save amid despair. Safe may we sleep beneath thy care, Though banish'd, outcast and reviled –

#doubt the stars are fire; doubt that the sun moves / aesthetic #moodboard #warren worthington II #warren worthington #natura non contristatur #have a moodboard from one of my old fics! i'm publishing a bunch of 'em. heh.

[countyourcasualty]

I took the quiz a third time and got this bitch. My inner Erik is screaming!

"You know what that means."

#the breaking of so great a thing should make a greater crack / meme #the play's the thing wherein i'll catch the conscience of the king / ask #It's HUNTIN time