If you know you can deflect it, then you’re not challenging yourself.
HOLY SHIT THAT SUIT UNF
We want the same thing.
My friend. I’m sorry, but we do not.
You just try and do your job and not worry about what people say, because ultimately it can only affect what you do in a negative way. It can only make you a worse actor.
Finally! An update for ‘Amnesia Fic’! Continued from Part 8, where Charles stays for dinner at Edie’s insistence and then he and Erik have a rather painful conversation after chess.
If Erik can be thankful for anything that night, it’s that his mother doesn’t come out to check on him once Charles leaves. He’s not sure he can stand even the barest hint of pity and understanding, when all he wants to do is lash out at the world. The rest of the night passes by in a blur of whiskey and self-loathing, a useless attempt to drown the taste of his ex-husband from his lips.
He wakes to the smell of strong coffee and a familiar jazz tune playing softly in the background, Edie humming along as she putters about in the kitchen. Erik gives her a weak smile and a half-hearted ‘morning’ when she sets a steaming mug down in front of him, grateful that she doesn’t ask him how he’s feeling.
“It occurs to me that we might be going about this all wrong, Erik,” she says, sinking into Charles’ armchair with her own cup of coffee, voice light as she watches him struggle to sit up. “The dinner last night…we’re trying too hard to remind Charles of the way things used to be and I think it’s scaring him. It’s too much too fast.”
“Well what do you suggest I do,” he snaps, wincing at the unintended sharpness and the look his mother levels him over the rim of her mug. “Sorry.”
Edie sighs, shaking her head at him like she used to do when he got into neighborhood scuffles, an angry teen who hated the world for taking his father away.
“You don’t really know Charles very well anymore, do you?”
“What? Of course I know—”
“No, I don’t think that you do,” his mother interrupts. “You remember him as your husband and as the man you knew four years ago. But his life is very different now and so is he. You should find out what’s changed…maybe learn how to be in each other’s lives again, as friends first.”
He takes a slow sip of his coffee, rolling the liquid with his tongue and relishing the burn when he swallows. It makes him feel marginally better. “So, what? Take him out on dates and try to get my husband to fall in love with me again?”
His mother smiles and pats him gently on the knee, kindly ignoring his slip about Charles even as he inwardly cringes. “Is it such a bad idea?”
“No,” Erik concedes, rubbing his face with both hands tiredly. “No, I guess it’s not.”
80s AU in which Raven and Azazel are total jerks but it was too good a chance to pass up. Also its really funny to embarrass Erik.
Although when Charles finds out he’s gonna be mad. Probably.
Also i guess Azazel doesn’t own shirts.
i would very much like to see Hank defend Charles during the cherik plane argument… but i guess Logan wouldn’t really appreciate that! ╰(´◔ω◔`)╯
If you fight like a married couple, talk like best friends, flirt like lovers, and protect each other like siblings, then you were meant to be.