HOW'S MY DRIVING?

If you have questions or concerns about the way I play Erik, or if you want to make suggestions or discuss any ideas that you may have, this is the place. Anything is welcome, especially constructive criticism, so feel free to leave your thoughts. Anonymous commenting is optional.

Verse & Tracking Post.

( he knows now that he can't turn back )

[ Locked to oldcardigans. Kingdom of Rust verse. ]

( long as I can be with you, it's a lovely day. )

[ He wakes up, and he's not where he should be. Gone is Charles Xavier's bedroom, the warm press of a body beside him, and in it's place is - well, Erik thinks it's a library. He pushes himself up off the mattress on the floor, black wood shelves looming into view. He doesn't know what's happening, only that he feels a little outside it all. Nobody could have moved him in his sleep, and if they wanted to, they wouldn't leave him somewhere like this.

He turns around to glance at the room twice, moves a little closer to the shelves to draw his fingers across the spines, not plucking them free just yet. There's a sound, somewhere outside the room, and he abandons the examination in favour of opening the door, taking the hall at a quick, but not frantic pace. He's curious, which is bizzare in and of itself.

Though he doesn't look into any of the rooms he's passing, it does feel like there's life in here, wherever here is. He hears the noise again, traces it through. ]

[ Locked to oldcardigans. Kingdom of Rust. ]

( Sons can be birds taken broken up to the mountain )

Using power to carve a pumpkin.

The View @ badfic_manor

( well now, here's the clue. )

Just get on with it, girl.

Kingdom of Rust w/ oldcardigans.

( now I'm waiting for you. )