April System Mingle

[thespaceopera]

Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: Possibly!
Action: April System
When: Month of April!


[Welcome to the Belt, a huge asteroid belt that's been terraformed for life. Here you can explore the different asteroids, become a rock star, race on some ATVs, enjoy not being underwater.

In other words, it's a mingle! Get in everyone!

> System Info ]

Comments

[exothermia]

I know. I'm not always able to.

[And that's less about Charles than it is about himself.]

[axiomed]

[ It stings a little, but Charles knows it's not personal. With a faint smile, he pats Erik's hand. ]

When you can then.

[exothermia]

[He nods, and places his hand on top of Charles's again.]

It's getting better, you know. We are.

[There's a world of difference between how they were in the earlier days, compared to the talks they've had lately. Maybe it's still not enough, and there's still some paths they haven't tread. But it isn't a chasm anymore.]

[axiomed]

I believe it. I believe you.

[ And Charles cranes his neck to kiss Erik on the jaw. ]

[exothermia]

[Erik shifts to kiss Charles on the cheek in turn, fingers tracing his jawline.]

[axiomed]

[ He makes a pleased noise at the back of his throat, looking a little sheepish. ]

I can't reach like this.

[exothermia]

Rock gardens aren't very flexible places.

[It's a light comment; he knows what Charles means. Erik gets to his feet and leans over the chair, kissing Charles properly.]

[axiomed]

[ He melts into it, slipping his arms around Erik's neck wholeheartedly. ]

[exothermia]

[Erik's own hand settles at the base of Charles's neck, fingers stroking the skin there. He draws in the comfort of this closeness, the familiar weight and warmth of love.]

[axiomed]

[ There's a quiet smile playing on his lips as Charles' telepathy wraps around their minds, singing Charles' affection without words. ]

[exothermia]

[Erik sucks in a breath at the sensation, welcoming it. Breaking the kiss, he presses their foreheads together, relishing their mingled thoughts.]

[axiomed]

[ Charles brushes his thumbs over Erik's cheeks. ]

I love you.

[exothermia]

...I love you too.

[It comes out a little rough, but earnest. He presses another kiss to Charles's lips.]

[axiomed]

[ He kisses back, content. ]

[exothermia]

[Erik splays a hand on Charles's back between his shoulder blades, keeping the kiss slow and steady. His thoughts have calmed under the touch of Charles's mind.]

[axiomed]

[ Charles' hands cup Erik's jaw, soothed by the quiet hum of Erik's thoughts. ]

[exothermia]

[A soft noise escapes his throat, and he brushes his fingers against Charles's temple.]

[axiomed]

[ Charles breaks the kiss with a huff. ]

That still feels strange.

[exothermia]

It does... but give it time.

[axiomed]

For it to grow back?

[ He wonders if it ever will. Who knows what Apocalypse did? ]

[exothermia]

[Erik pauses at that, drumming his fingers on Charles's shoulder.]

I hate to say it, but I think we might be past that point.

[Then again, there's no precedent for hair being vaporised by a mutant.]

[axiomed]

[ Charles hums, thoughtful. He does miss his hair, though he knows it has more to do with vanity and own self-image. Some days the struggle to feel positive about how he looks is harder than it seems. ]

It's all right.

[exothermia]

[Erik rests his hand against the side of Charles's head again.]

What I meant was, you'll get used to how it feels.

[axiomed]

[ He leans into it gently. ]

Mmm. I know.