we are the future (wearethefuture) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-08-23 22:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | !marvel comics, *log, charles xavier, erik lehnsherr |
Marvel: Erik/Charles
[After telling Charles where he was, Erik settled down into a chair to wait. He'd been telling the truth, he came into the bar to clean out a wound. It looked a lot uglier than it was at the time, a gouge in his ribs, and the bar was half destroyed. It was on fire partly when he got there, so he put it out, while still feverish and getting past the worst of it. There was looting in there so he was impressed any of the liquor remained, but there was whiskey. A few tables and chairs made it, but on the whole, the pub was damaged badly. So of course he'd claimed it as his own. Nothing like rising from the ashes.
Erik himself looked terrible. He didn't need to look into a mirror to know it. His clothes were torn and dirty, there was blood and sweat on his face, and he used a bar towel to bandage his cut. It was superficial, he didn't need to go to a doctor. All he needed was to rest and drink until he could take a firm stance again. There were things to be done, but he was tired. For now, he gave himself permission to be weak. Maybe it was a sign of strength, to allow weakness voluntarily, but he knew inviting Charles was a bad idea. Nothing to be done about it now. The helmet was on the table to the side, his cape thrown over it, and he closed his eyes. He'd already scared off more than a few people who tried to come in. No one had dared for at least a few hours, so there was that.]