"every night is another story" by gameplays | Charles/Erik | Post-movie | There is a door in the back of Erik’s mind in the shape of Charles Xavier. | ~3.100 words
Erik still feels Charles in his mind.
It’s not exactly Charles – it never will be again; the helmet and the bullet made sure of that – but there are still footprints of where Charles has stepped, light touches of Charles’ fingertips brushing against the corners of Erik’s mind, the lingering feeling of home and hope that came with the school, the children, and Charles.
Erik still hears him sometimes – laughing, teasing, pawn to e4, thinking, plotting, worrying, crying, checkmate, my friend.
I want to snuggle this fic. It's so painful and Erik's so desperate and sad and lonely... ;_;
