XMFC/Accidents Happen

[guideshapelead]

Charles is far from impressed with the drugs Hank's given him. So far, he's taking them obediently, but he has to admit that it's already a struggle to keep up the regime. He hasn't had another seizure, and for that he is grateful, but the cost is almost too much. His concentration is shot; he can barely manage a chapter of a book in one sitting, now, whereas before he'd skim whole volumes. And worse, his telepathy has been weakened to a level which is almost non-existent. He has to try, with all his concentration and mental strength, just to catch glimpses of thoughts aimed directly at him.

His head has never felt so quiet.

As a consequence, he's in far from a good mood as he sits in the drawing room with Erik that afternoon, struggling to do more than watch the flames in the fireplace. He finds the whole thing far more crippling than the bullet in his spine.

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[diecastking]

Erik considers Charles in the half-light, with a small smile. "We will just have to talk things through. I want to surprise you, Charles, but I will settle for pleasing you."

[guideshapelead]

"Surprises are easier to deal with when I can feel your thoughts," Charles smiles. He respects Erik's privacy, and he's sure his lover knows the difference between reading and feeling his thoughts.

[diecastking]

Erik takes Charles' hand. "You know," he starts slowly, "that I would give you anything. But you must believe me when I tell you there are dark things in my mind that I hope you never see. I don't want to hurt you, Charles."

[guideshapelead]

"I don't go looking for your memories, Erik, not without permission," Charles promises.

"It's just like having a sixth sense. I can feel certain things, without any conscious effort. Moods, mostly. But never your deepest secrets, that would take considerable effort."

[diecastking]

Erik leans in to rest his forehead against Charles'. "I don't want any secrets from you. I only want to protect you."

[guideshapelead]

"I know you do," Charles sighs, pressing his lips to Erik's cheek.

"Move my legs under the covers?" He suggests, knowing that he has to start letting Erik do things like this. He has to accept that letting his lover help is not the same as surrendering his own independence.

[diecastking]

Erik carefully lifts one leg, while tugging out the covers with his other hand, keeping his eyes on Charles' face the entire time. He won't upset Charles again tonight.

[guideshapelead]

Whilst Erik may be looking at his face, Charles' eyes are firmly fixed on what Erik's doing to his legs. He knows he needs to let this go, to trust without having to look, but it still feels just too peculiar to him to look away.

[diecastking]

Erik lifts the other leg, removing the covers completely, before setting down the leg and covering Charles with particular care.

"Better?"

[guideshapelead]

It feels no different, to Charles, but he knows that he needs to keep his legs warm even if he can't feel them. He doesn't really want another round of pneumonia.

"Yes, thank you," he manages.

[diecastking]

Erik nods and stands, gathering his own pyjama bottoms and dressing hurriedly for bed. He's glad of the dim light, self-conscious of his own scars, and then quickly slips beneath the covers.

[guideshapelead]

Shuffling himself closer to Erik's body, Charles twists until he manages to lie on his side, resting against his lover.

"Good night," he murmurs, hoping that when he wakes his powers will be back to normal.

[diecastking]

Erik pulls Charles' close to him, loving the feeling of his lover's warm body next to his.

"Good night, liebe. Sleep well."

[guideshapelead]

"Good night, Erik," Charles replies, closing his eyes and settling down to sleep.