[ Erik can never forget the horrors of the world, the cruelties levied upon himself and his people -- the vast evil shown to him under the branching hold of the Nazis. The teachings of Shaw and his men are etched deep in the dark of his mind, penned permanently upon curve of his forearm. It lingers on beyond year and memory, until all that is the rage.
For a while, Charles had tempered that rage, had honed his skills in a way even Shaw hadn't managed. But it did not last, could not last.
It feels like confirmation, like a sick, growing sense of the realization that humanity will always fear the superiority of their mutant brethren. But to hear that children are being hunted down and sold--! It reeks of the horror he withstood at the hands of the Nazis, and Erik finds that his snarling rage had not been very far away at all. He's chomping at the bit, anxious to go and find these mutants, save them and help them like he hadn't been until far too late.
Charles is sick at the mere concept, but Erik is repulsed by the knowledge of what these mutants must be going through.
Somehow, it feels oddly comforting to settle in and travel across the country with nobody but Charles at his side for three days. Somehow, it feels strangely comforting to pretend that the man by his side is his husband. The hatred and anger doesn't abate, but there's a calmed edge to it, a sharply honed righteousness that can't be anything but Charles' influence.
So they check into a hotel, pretend that they're a blissfully married couple, when the reality is the fury lit beneath their skin at this travesty they've discovered. Erik leads the way back to their room, trusting Charles to have his back even as he nudges open the door and gestures him in. ]
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For a while, Charles had tempered that rage, had honed his skills in a way even Shaw hadn't managed. But it did not last, could not last.
It feels like confirmation, like a sick, growing sense of the realization that humanity will always fear the superiority of their mutant brethren. But to hear that children are being hunted down and sold--! It reeks of the horror he withstood at the hands of the Nazis, and Erik finds that his snarling rage had not been very far away at all. He's chomping at the bit, anxious to go and find these mutants, save them and help them like he hadn't been until far too late.
Charles is sick at the mere concept, but Erik is repulsed by the knowledge of what these mutants must be going through.
Somehow, it feels oddly comforting to settle in and travel across the country with nobody but Charles at his side for three days. Somehow, it feels strangely comforting to pretend that the man by his side is his husband. The hatred and anger doesn't abate, but there's a calmed edge to it, a sharply honed righteousness that can't be anything but Charles' influence.
So they check into a hotel, pretend that they're a blissfully married couple, when the reality is the fury lit beneath their skin at this travesty they've discovered. Erik leads the way back to their room, trusting Charles to have his back even as he nudges open the door and gestures him in. ]