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atthemercyof) wrote2011-07-19 06:22 pm
atthemercyof) wrote2011-07-19 06:22 pm
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I know you think that I shouldn't still love you or tell you that
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oldcardigans. ]
[ There is 83,000 tons of steel on this bridge, Erik's fairly certain he can feel it all humming beneath him. It's impressive, he thinks, and even if metal wasn't his mutation he'd be a little awed by the bridge. It's dark out, because Erik probably wouldn't have been able to cope with any other than Charles beside him. The few people around give them a wide berth anyway, and the ones in cars don't bother him in the slightest.
There's a breeze lifting in off the water and Erik takes a deep breath, feels a little more settled than he thought he would have been. With his hands tucked into his pockets, he half turns to Charles, meeting his gaze almost immediately. For once he doesn't quell how immeasurably glad he is that the other man is here with him. ] A game well won, I think.
oldcardigans. ][ There is 83,000 tons of steel on this bridge, Erik's fairly certain he can feel it all humming beneath him. It's impressive, he thinks, and even if metal wasn't his mutation he'd be a little awed by the bridge. It's dark out, because Erik probably wouldn't have been able to cope with any other than Charles beside him. The few people around give them a wide berth anyway, and the ones in cars don't bother him in the slightest.
There's a breeze lifting in off the water and Erik takes a deep breath, feels a little more settled than he thought he would have been. With his hands tucked into his pockets, he half turns to Charles, meeting his gaze almost immediately. For once he doesn't quell how immeasurably glad he is that the other man is here with him. ] A game well won, I think.