"I suppose you might appeal to my whims," Erik deadpans, but the truth is that he would likely crook a finger and use the metal in Charles' body to carry him back down to his bed, if only for the looks he'd earn from the guards he passed on the way. "Honestly, though, Charles. What's the point of sitting up here?"
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Date: 2013-08-30 03:17 pm (UTC)