round 3 overflow post
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Charles/Erik -- Charles is a bakery owner whose most frequent customer is Erik.
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Charles started off the morning the same way he always did...
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Fill: Made For Each Other (For Certain), pt.27
Date: 2012-05-17 03:17 pm (UTC)“You don't understand. Now you know what you are, and you can't hide it. No one can. When your heat comes...”
“No,” Erik interrupted. “No heat. I won't accept that.”
“And when your heat comes,” Azazel continued unfazed, “without your mate you'll be an easy mark for any opportunistic alpha with a hard cock between their legs. You are not stupid. Think.”
“The bond is gone, Shaw destroyed it! There is no connection, no magical bullshit between us. I have no mate and I'm not an omega,” Erik said, willing himself to believe his own words.
Azazel shrugged.
”If there is no connection left, then why do you cry?”
Erik stopped and brushed his face. His fingers were wet, but it wasn't blood.
***
Raven sat outside, the phone propped up against her ear and steaming mug of tea in her hands.
“I wouldn't ask if there was any other way. He's slipping away. I don't know what else to do.”
“I've tried. Erik doesn't listen.”
“Then say something different! Please, Azazel. You owe me one.”
There was a sigh at the other end of the line, a crackle, quiet words. Raven waited.
“Janos agrees with you. I'll try again.”
***
Charles woke up, the pale morning light streaming in the room, pooling on the blanket. He glanced at his arm. The straps were still there but the IV was gone. He tested the restraints. There wasn't much slack and he rested back again. He felt alright, even with the straps still there. Something had changed.
There was a quiet sound on the far corner of the room and Charles turned, twisting his shoulder to lift his head. He plopped back against the pillows.
“I still see you,” he said to the ceiling. "Usually you vanish when I wake up."
He walked past the bed, out of his line of sight.
"Feels like I'm awake now," Charles said, mostly to himself. “But drugs they give me make me see things.”
It wasn't wise to talk to the illusions, but it was still Erik, even if he imagined him there. The soggy remnants of the bond burned in his chest and he closed his eyes to focus on his breathing. Everybody kept repeating him to stay calm. Maybe it would work this time. The room was quiet for a long while, and Charles kept his eyes closed, listening the birds.
"You always close your eyes when I'm around," he said. “It's strange.”
Charles opened his eyes. Erik was still there. He leaned against the bedpost, arms crossed over his chest. He looked pale and thin. Charles didn't remember him looking like that. He reached to touch his mind. The drugs made him clumsy and he couldn't get a hold of his mind, his touch slipping. Charles frowned. Why would he imagine something like that?
"I'm here. Really."
“Why? How? The bond broke.”
He shrugged.
“Azazel, mostly. Though I suspect your sister had something to do with it too,” he said, straightening up. He walked closer and slipped his finger under the cuff on his wrist. “What are these?”
“They say I hurt myself when I sleep.”
He didn't comment on that, but he crouched down to look closer at the fastening.
”I killed a man, didn't I?” Charles asked quietly.
"Calling him a man is insult to all humans," Erik said without looking up from the buckle. Instead opening it, he pulled it tighter, his hand heavy against his arm. "You did nothing. Talked him for a minute, that's all. Forget it ever happened."
"I can't do that."
Erik straightened up.
"He deserved everything he got. Actually, he deserved a lot worse. You were the merciful one there. Emma had been in your place, it would've turned out a lot messier. Think it like that, if you have to think about it at all."
"I know what you would've done to him if you had the time," Charles said. He remembered the images that Erik carried around in his head, all the little details and variations. "I saw it when we walked in that room."
"And I know what you did to me in the bedroom. Emma told me."
"I wondered if she would."
Re: Fill: Made For Each Other (For Certain), pt.27
Date: 2012-05-17 03:42 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: Made For Each Other (For Certain), pt.27
Date: 2012-05-17 03:58 pm (UTC)