driftfleet | action

Who: Eris & anyone!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: e v e r y w h e r e
When: after that glorious shuffle

[ It's another glorious day in the mortal realm, or as close to it as one can get when they're adrift in space. And you know what? Eris isn't even bothered that she's been summoned there despite the impossibility of it all. The fleet is just teeming with all sort of calamitous potential. So many people at odds with themselves, riddled with guilt or greed or doubt.

Pawns ripe for her to manipulate and lead to their untimely destruction.

Now that she's no longer confined to the Marsiva Eris can move about freely as she pleases, drifting from ship to ship with a mere thought. The Huntress, Tourist, Red Fish, Blue Fish...any ship is fair game to her and so is anyone. So the big question is...what exactly is your character doing? ]

[ ooc; if you haven't seen or filled it out, here is her permissions! Eris will be creeping and/or flirting on your character like hella if you tag in, be warned. ]

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[The tone draws Erik's gaze back to Charles's face. That isn't the look of someone who's fine. He's seen that shaky mask before, as recently as this week. Closing the door behind him, he crosses to where Charles is sitting and places his hand on the book, lowering it. He holds Charles's gaze, his own searching.]

What happened?

[ Charles worries his lip before speaking. ]

It -- She is a Goddess. She came to talk to me again.

[He doesn't have to ask who he means. The one who'd bothered him yesterday. Erik's expression turns slightly harder, but it's inside where his anger starts to boil. This kind of interfering behaviour isn't good. To rattle Charles to this extent makes it serious, and he's of half a mind to figure out which ship she's on and--]

[ No, Erik, he steps in quickly, worry flashing through his mind. She's powerful. She came here without warning, without a shuttle.

He doesn't soothe away Erik's anger, but he lingers as he puts his thoughts into proper words, She's fascinated with my power. ]

[Fascinated. It turns his stomach to lead, because he's been the subject of the fascination of higher beings before, and he'd only ended up torn open on a table for it. He won't let the same thing happen to Charles. He won't.

A violent hiss escapes him.]

[ He shakes his head, reaching to touch Erik's arms.

Nothing's going to happen. ]

[Something already did, he fires back, biting. But the touch stills him somewhat, brings him back to the here and now instead of his darker thoughts.]

[ It was just words. Threats. It surprised me. It won't happen again.

He rubs Erik's arms lightly, and it won't be that easy.

Charles won't remain jumpy. He wasn't expecting it but now he has a firmer understanding. ]

[It abruptly frustrates him to be bearing down on Charles from above like this. He twists and seats himself on the bed, without breaking Charles's grip on him. Easy enough to do these rooms are only just small enough to fit the chair in alongside the bed.

I don't like it. If it were verbal, it would be some kind of grim mutter through his teeth, but in the mind it's clear as day. Gods. He detests them, and deeper than that, he's fearful. He knows what they can do.]

[ There's something uplifting about being in touch with someone else's feelings and Charles knows why. It's easier to feel through others than think about his own. He's always afraid of his own feelings, afraid of what dark corners it might lead him to. In a way, what happened after Cuba was the tip of the iceberg. He's known vengeance. Anger. A need to burn the world down.

Neither do I, he replies. If it had been Erik, Charles wouldn't have been so calm right now. But in a way, he was. If it had happened to Erik, Charles wouldn't know what would have happened.

( and what had happened was too much )

Would this have happened if he never made that announcement? He couldn't say. It was in the past now.

Stay with me. We'll look after each other.

The message was simple: We're not losing each other to this. ]

[He bites back an idiotic urge to growl, and thrusts his anger away to deal with later. It can wait.

Instead, he grips Charles's hands in his own. Obviously we will.]

[ He smiles, bright and charmed, threading their fingers together. ]

My hero.

Hardly. [He hasn't done anything now, and he's certainly never done anything to deserve that title.]

[ He smirks. ]

My baking Prince Charming.

Stop.

[ He's chuckling lightly. ]

My knight in shining armor and terrible taste in capes.

Insulting me is not the way to win my continued affections.

[ He laughs, leaning to kiss Erik's forehead. ]

And yet here we are.

Very soon, it will have been a year since I've even worn a cape. In at least one sense of time.

[Despite the grouchy manner, he's relieved that Charles has pulled himself together. Still concerned, at what this might mean, and whether it will keep happening. For right now though, he trusts Charles to either manage or ask for help.]

Was there another time? I feel I must know if I am to continue judging your fashion choices.

I mean if we include the library and Kyriakos as time. [He had once answered Kitty's question as to how old he was as "41 or 42, depending how you look at it". The time spent away hadn't been enough to tell on them in age much, and they had returned at the same point.]

[ He strokes Erik's brow quietly. ]

I suppose we could. I don't think those count, though.

Only mentally.

[He breathes out, squeezing Charles's other hand.] You'll tell me if it gets worse?

[ He doesn't know. Charles couldn't do that to Erik and what if Eris whisked him away and Charles would never know what was happening, with no way -- he couldn't do it again. That one horrific week.

It's like an Echo, he reminds himself. He's played the game. He got out. He knows the rules. ]

Of course.

[He leans over to kiss him lightly, satisfied with that.]

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