Between Rage and Serenity. (theprofessor) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2013-09-08 00:27:00 |
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As a general rule, Charles always did his best to avoid entering Erik’s thoughts unless it was invited in, or the situation called for it. There had been occasions where he’d certainly been tempted to control Lensherr’s mind or implant thoughts to temper or dissuade him, but ultimately he never did. Not because of his moral qualms with the invading or influencing someone and certainly not because he thought Erik’s views were on par with his own or contained some kind of validity, but because ultimately he knew that he’d only be doing it for his own selfish gain. He knew that eventually, their differences of opinion could stand to drive them apart and that was something he never wanted.
So seeing it happen when he pounced into Erik’s mind the moment the man had arrived had given him a bit of a shock. In fact, it was no less than slightly horrifying, the least of the reasons why being the bullet he’d taken to the back. He was going to lose not only Lensherr, but his sister as well. Of course, watching the scene piece itself together in Erik’s mind, he couldn’t get a sense of how he, Charles, must have been feeling as it all transpired, but he had a damn good idea.
Because the truth was -- the entire truth, the truth he’d never thought to share with Erik, was that he loved him. It was a strange thing, perhaps, to love a man with opinions of the world and who it belonged to that were so different from his own, but matters of the heart were not always as easily controlled as matters of the mind, at least not for him. Perhaps that had to do with how much time he tried to keep himself in-check. Or, perhaps there were simply things beyond his power, even if he didn’t like to admit it.
But Erik was here and perhaps he could change their future and make it something much more like the one he’d pictured laying in bed next to the other mutant. At least, that was why he was heading over to see Lensherr now, equipped with two bottles of wine and some take-away Chinese. At least, that was what he was telling himself so he’s stop worrying at his bottom lip, knowing that enforced registration (and indeed it was enforced if employment depended upon it) loomed in their future.