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schmericaCrossposting a tiny snippet of fic I posted on tumblr the other day, just to have it here as well. XMFC, Charles/Erik, <200 words.
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Sometimes after they make love, Charles looks down again upon his own hands, surprised to see his palms still smooth and whole and untouched. Touching Erik is like handling a jagged shard of glass. He is made up of a million pointed edges. Even his bones are too sharp, pressing out from his skin with too little flesh to soften them.
But Charles is still undamaged from it. Look, he wants to say to Erik, still no cuts. Nothing is ruined. Nothing has to be.
Not a knife. Not a gun. Not a weapon to be wielded.
He lies next to to Erik’s sleeping form in the bed and listens in to his dreams, the echoes of metal and war and the coppery tang of blood.
*****
Sometimes after they make love, Charles looks down again upon his own hands, surprised to see his palms still smooth and whole and untouched. Touching Erik is like handling a jagged shard of glass. He is made up of a million pointed edges. Even his bones are too sharp, pressing out from his skin with too little flesh to soften them.
But Charles is still undamaged from it. Look, he wants to say to Erik, still no cuts. Nothing is ruined. Nothing has to be.
Not a knife. Not a gun. Not a weapon to be wielded.
He lies next to to Erik’s sleeping form in the bed and listens in to his dreams, the echoes of metal and war and the coppery tang of blood.
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