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my favorite scene in Trance and Cherik version!!! ALL THE CUTENESS
I LOVE THIS FANDOM *_________*
“You terrifying your students?” Erik scoffed. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”
“I do!” Charles insisted. He scowled down at Erik, who was stretched, inconveniently and distractingly, across the grad student lounge’s tiny couch. “You don’t have to look like you’re going to devour your students to get them to respect and fear you, Erik.”
“How do you do that, then?” Erik asked with a smirk that warned Charles nothing good was coming. “Do you stare at them with those sad blue eyes of yours? Cry one perfect, crystalline tear?”
“No, I do not,” Charles said indignantly. “You want a demonstration?” Erik waved his hand, by all means. “Fine. I’ll demonstrate.”
He assumed what he thought of as his Quietly Serious Look, fixing Erik with the same expression he gave to an uncooperative data set. He began to move, a slow, deliberate pace, gazing steadily down at Erik.
Erik was grinning at him—not really grinning, but he was about to, the beginnings of it teasing at the corner of his mouth.
Charles growled, raising his hands like a silent-movie Nosferatu and, for effect, pulling his coat up over his head and shoulders. It was nicely ominous.
“Oh, I’m so scared,” Erik said in a patently mocking falsetto. “Mr. Xavier is going to attack me! Whatever shall I do?”
“There is no saving you now,” Charles intoned, and kept advancing, up over the arm of the couch and collapsing onto Erik despite Erik’s hands raised to ward him off.
They fell off the couch in an ungraceful tangle of limbs and laughter, Erik hitting the floor first with a satisfying whomph of breath. “Your soul is mine,” Charles rasped through his own tries for breath, laughing too hard to be properly frightening. “Come to the dark side.”
“Already there,” Erik wheezed, and tickled Charles just underneath his ribs.
Which, of course, demanded retaliation. Retaliation was hard, though, with one’s jacket over one’s head, but it didn’t stop Charles from trying.
And that was how Charles’s advisor found them both on the floor.
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codenamecesare:
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my favorite scene in Trance and Cherik version!!! ALL THE CUTENESS
I LOVE THIS FANDOM *_________*
“You terrifying your students?” Erik scoffed. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”
“I do!” Charles insisted. He scowled down at Erik, who was stretched, inconveniently and distractingly, across the grad student lounge’s tiny couch. “You don’t have to look like you’re going to devour your students to get them to respect and fear you, Erik.”
“How do you do that, then?” Erik asked with a smirk that warned Charles nothing good was coming. “Do you stare at them with those sad blue eyes of yours? Cry one perfect, crystalline tear?”
“No, I do not,” Charles said indignantly. “You want a demonstration?” Erik waved his hand, by all means. “Fine. I’ll demonstrate.”
He assumed what he thought of as his Quietly Serious Look, fixing Erik with the same expression he gave to an uncooperative data set. He began to move, a slow, deliberate pace, gazing steadily down at Erik.
Erik was grinning at him—not really grinning, but he was about to, the beginnings of it teasing at the corner of his mouth.
Charles growled, raising his hands like a silent-movie Nosferatu and, for effect, pulling his coat up over his head and shoulders. It was nicely ominous.
“Oh, I’m so scared,” Erik said in a patently mocking falsetto. “Mr. Xavier is going to attack me! Whatever shall I do?”
“There is no saving you now,” Charles intoned, and kept advancing, up over the arm of the couch and collapsing onto Erik despite Erik’s hands raised to ward him off.
They fell off the couch in an ungraceful tangle of limbs and laughter, Erik hitting the floor first with a satisfying whomph of breath. “Your soul is mine,” Charles rasped through his own tries for breath, laughing too hard to be properly frightening. “Come to the dark side.”
“Already there,” Erik wheezed, and tickled Charles just underneath his ribs.
Which, of course, demanded retaliation. Retaliation was hard, though, with one’s jacket over one’s head, but it didn’t stop Charles from trying.
And that was how Charles’s advisor found them both on the floor.
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