[ Charles reaches out to touch him, and he closes his eyes without a second thought.
It hadn't occurred to him, until this very moment, how much of a gap Charles's absence left in him. He had been so willing to give this up, so quick to sacrifice them for the sake of a cause greater than the both of them, that he hadn't once looked back, or within, to see the space left behind.
Maybe he was aware. Of how woven into his mind Charles was, how he had so easily reached into corners so dipped into darkness that not even Erik himself was aware of what lay buried there until Charles shone a light on them. And maybe it's that awareness that has kept him from examining it too deeply, because ten years felt like a lifetime and he would have gone mad if he'd spent that entire time torturing himself over the very thing he threw away. ]
I can see you.
[ Well, see isn't the right word. What he means is that he can sense that presence, feel it like a piece of him returning home. A tad too poetic, and far too intimate a thought that he tries with all his might to keep to himself, but it's not without a single tear that rolls down his cheek, at the sheer overwhelming feeling of having this again, however briefly.
It's all the worse because he knows he doesn't deserve it, and Charles would not dare do it if he wasn't out of any other options, but that's not going to stop Erik from being a selfish man that will take every ounce he can get, for however long he can have it. ]
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It hadn't occurred to him, until this very moment, how much of a gap Charles's absence left in him. He had been so willing to give this up, so quick to sacrifice them for the sake of a cause greater than the both of them, that he hadn't once looked back, or within, to see the space left behind.
Maybe he was aware. Of how woven into his mind Charles was, how he had so easily reached into corners so dipped into darkness that not even Erik himself was aware of what lay buried there until Charles shone a light on them. And maybe it's that awareness that has kept him from examining it too deeply, because ten years felt like a lifetime and he would have gone mad if he'd spent that entire time torturing himself over the very thing he threw away. ]
I can see you.
[ Well, see isn't the right word. What he means is that he can sense that presence, feel it like a piece of him returning home. A tad too poetic, and far too intimate a thought that he tries with all his might to keep to himself, but it's not without a single tear that rolls down his cheek, at the sheer overwhelming feeling of having this again, however briefly.
It's all the worse because he knows he doesn't deserve it, and Charles would not dare do it if he wasn't out of any other options, but that's not going to stop Erik from being a selfish man that will take every ounce he can get, for however long he can have it. ]