( #002 ) FAKE MARRIED AU

[chatona]

the 'fake married' meme

be it for a job, in order to get your inheritance or to fool your nosy neighbours, you are pretending to be married. now the question is, do you want it to be real or can you hardly wait for it to be over?

Comments

idk??? what i'm doing???

[missense]

[ Charles had been lucky. Growing up in England, and then America when the war threatened too much, he hadn't been through what Erik has been through. He hasn't had to fight for his life, for his parents, for his sanity. He grew up with a roof over his head and food in the fridge and Raven by his side.

He obtained a Ph D. at a young age and was what anyone would consider a normal child, except in all the ways he wasn't.

As such, he might be a bit under-qualified to tackle this particular mission. He'd seen all that he could see with the help of Cerebro, but he's not entire sure what to expect when they make their move. And it is for that reason he is glad it is Erik going with him. It might not be the best idea, to take a Holocaust survivor to a place where the similarities would undoubtedly make themselves, but he couldn't (and didn't) try to talk Erik out of it, not when he'd seen the look in his eyes.

The very same look that screamed of the emotions Charles had forcefully shoved aside within himself, because being irrationally emotional was not going to save those kids.

And if their smiles aimed at the lady behind the front desk are overly passionate, it is not due to love.

He gives him a nod and a, ] Thank you, Erik [ when the door is held open for him, stepping through to their one room one bed hotel room. He places his travel bag on the single bed, giving the room a once over, and lets out an breath.

Here they are. He supposes it's time to get to work. ]

me either tbh

[metalling]

[ If he'd have more presence of mind, Erik would wonder if the receptionist could count the white gleam of his teeth like bullets in a gun. His words had never been his greatest weapon, but he had long since learned how to twist and turn and prod, until each syllable cleaved away at a person like any good blade might.

Instead, Erik had focused on the sound of every footfall, on the tinning sense of metal ringing back to him like the delicate echolocation bats used to guide them in the middling dark of dusk. It is only time, and the reassurance that his mutation could cover them both, that keeps Erik from running full tilt into the depths of those camps, incandescent with rage.

He has learned a lot on the virtue of looking before you leap.

The room is of decent size around them, certainly enough for two men to sit and plot and set a rescue plan into motion. As it is, Erik nods an acknowledgement to Charles, settling his own travel bag down besides his friend's. The look he levels upon Charles' back is expectant, the burbling shadow of his mind teeming with thoughts and plans.

But he waits, not necessarily patient. ]

How long should we wait before starting.