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Title: Over the tides
Fandom: X-Men
Pairing: Erik/Charles
Genre: Angst
Rating: K
Warnings: None
Word Count: ~600
Summary: Charles enjoys his morning alone.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, least of all copyright to these guys.
Author's note: HOW DO THESE THINGS HAPPEN TO ME I HAVE NO IDEA OKAY SO THIS IS NEW UNIVERSE THAT I WILL BE WRITING DRABBLES IN BECAUSE I WANTED AND [livejournal.com profile] the_me09 IS ENABLING ME AND BEING A BAD DEMOTIVATOR. I'M NOT SORRY AND HAPPY TUESDAY.



The sea is cerulean abyss, stretching around the ship. There’s no land in any direction for miles and that’s exactly how they like it. Today, the sea is calm, its waves lapping gently at the hull of the vessel, sun reflecting lazily in orange hues on its surface. The sounds of waves and wind pushing on the sails is soothing and Charles finds himself leaning on the side, the deck empty at this time in the morning save Logan and him, and just breathing.

The eerie calm relaxes him, makes the tightness seep from his shoulders. Maybe Raven was right in suggesting it to them. Vacation time isn’t something neither he nor Erik does often, but it’s nice. Especially now, so very early in the morning, the sun just rising, and the crew stirring in their cabins, the entire ship almost asleep. It’s almost enough to let him forget why did he get out to the deck in the first place. Almost, but not quite.

It doesn’t matter anyway. The ship isn’t big, but he’s sure him and his husband will be able to avoid each other for the next few days without problem. They did it before in a much smaller house. Charles runs a hand through his hair and leans harder on a rail, looking down at the white foam created at the place when the ship meets water. This was supposed to help them. No responsibilities, no work, no families to encourage break-up. Just them, wide Atlantic and calm. It was supposed to fix everything.

But life is no romance comedy, he supposes, problems aren’t fixed with easy solutions. The only answer to the problem would be to try and repair their relationship together in old fashioned way. By talking. Pity that neither of them is ready or willing to do so. There’s too many secrets, too much bitterness and disappointment. Maybe they shouldn’t have even tried.

Charles rubs his thumb over a silver wedding band and thinks. There is no doubt in his mind that he loves Erik still. But maybe it’s just something he assumes, because he’s accustomed to thinking that. No, that’s not true. He sighs and hangs his head. Erik’s not talking to him again, but this time he knows he’s the one at fault. He provoked his husband, pushed him trying to see how much will it take for him to break. And he found out. Again. There is something deeply wrong with him.

The older man was still sleeping when Charles left the cabin, his dirty blond hair shining around his head, the light from the little window falling straight on it. Ironically, it looked angelic, something he wouldn’t attribute to his hot-tempered husband normally. They both fell rather on the end of the spectrum. Fell rather painfully.

He wonders if there is anything salvageable at all. He doesn’t think he wants to know the answer.

It’s almost a breakfast time when he fills strong arms hugging him from behind and someone’s face appears in his peripheral vision. Erik feels thinner than Charles remembers, he must have lost weight. When? He didn’t notice any change before now. He leans back and turns his head enough to kiss the lightly stubbled cheek.

“I’m sorry.” Erik whispers into the shirt covering his shoulder and tightens his arms for a moment. Charles sighs, thinking bitterly of how often the same scenario happens. He shrugs Erik off him and turns into direction of the canteen.

“Don’t mention it.” He says, surprised at how cool his voice is. He glances back only once, finding Erik just as he left him, trailing calloused fingertips over the smooth wood of the rail. He looks almost sad. If his husband was capable of such complicated emotion that is. Charles turns and goes to breakfast.

Date: 2012-06-06 11:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-me09.livejournal.com
I feel like it would be really not cool to just leave you one big keysmash as my comment xD

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So there's a mini one! OMG THIS IS SO LOVELY AND THE DESCRIPTIONS AND THE EMOTIONS AND ALL MY FEELS AND GAH YOU'RE SO AMAZING! FFFFFF I WANT THEM TO KISS AND MAKE UP! CHARLES WHY SUCH A BITCH? GIUEFWKJLDAIROEWKJ

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