enchantmental said: This is the Amazing Person Award! Once you are given this award you are supposed to paste it in the ask of eight different people who, in your opinion, deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, but it’s sweet to know someone thinks you’re amazing inside and out!
thank you dear. :)
It was the first time Erik had rang the doorbell in… it was possible this was the first time Erik had ever rang the school’s doorbell. It had become Erik’s habit to swoop in through Charles’ bedroom window at night like a middle aged Peter Pan, but instead he stood in the entrance way in a simple jacket and well fitting jeans, his expression soft and earnest. To Charles he looked just as he had nearly twenty years earlier, when he’d stood in the entrance of the CIA facility, wearing a similar outfit but a much sterner expression.
"This is a nice surprise," Charles said mildly, hiding his cautious joy from the handful of students and faculty that were hovering nearby.
"I hope you don’t mind my stopping by." Erik was also playing to their audience.
"Not at all. Come in."
Erik stepped inside with a gentle smile and to everyone’s surprise, including Charles’, leaned over to kiss Charles hello. No one gasped, but it was a near thing. Only Kitty, who’d been walking past on her way to the dormitory, gaped at them and asked, “Magneto?”
"Actually, this is my friend, Erik," Charles said. He meant for it to sound pointed and stern, but didn’t quite manage it through the goofy smile he and Erik were sharing.
Erik nodded towards Kitty and said hello as if they were being introduced for the first time. They were, come to think of it. The last time Erik and Kitty were in the same room, Magneto was trying to destroy an armory, and there hadn’t been time for pleasantries.
"Why don’t we have a drink in my office?" Charles suggested, leading Erik away from the onlookers. By the time they’d gone inside and shut the door behind them, the crowd had doubled in size.
"So, what were their reactions when they saw me?" Erik asked.
Charles almost laughed. “They were shocked! Of course they were shocked. Even I was shocked. I still am!” He grinned at Erik and shook his head as he poured himself a scotch. “Why didn’t you just come in the window like you always do? No one would have to see you.”
Erik’s smile was becoming sneaky. “Because maybe I want them to see me.”
"Want them to see you?"
"I just thought…" Erik sighed. "I guess I was curious to see their reaction. Maybe in time they might… get used to seeing me around."
Charles’ cautious joy was beginning to make his heart thump.
"I’m not getting any younger, Charles." Erik’s voice was heavy. "We always said some day, some day…" He shrugged. "I love you. I don’t want to sneak out in the morning like I’m ashamed of it."
"You want to stay?" Charles choked.
"If you’ll have me." He nodded towards the door. "If they’ll have me."
"Bloody hell, Erik, who cares what they think?"
Erik shrugged again. He did. He cared about whether or not he was welcome, and they both knew that he probably wouldn’t be. But that hardly mattered. Erik wanted to stay.
Erik wanted to stay.