( #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?

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[metalica]

[ His expression flickers, if barely, and he hesitates for a long moment before he shakes his head, lips curling a little. He cannot even find the depth of emotion to feel embittered at the wealth Charles has; it's funny, instead, where it could have been ridiculous and irritating, and the tension that weighted Erik's own shoulders sags ever so slightly.

For the first time in a very long time Erik wishes he was better at this, better than just standing with an awkward hand and ever more awkward words. ] You have lived in a far better place than most, Charles. Perhaps in England, in New York, they might shake their head and simply accept money as a price for added silence. Here? It is hardly so simple; they have religion under their belt and generations of judgement to guide their thoughts. We are forward thinkers because, to us, mutation far exceeds homosexuality in the idea of danger.

[ Once, a long time ago, when Erik had the weight of his people's religion on his shoulders, he would have thought much of the same. The knowledge of his own gift, however, and his own personal choice to turn from God has left him dismissing those things -- how can he dare suggest that two men or two women in love is unnatural when the humans regard him as simply that for breathing? It seems foolish, illogical. He shakes his head, lifting a hand to touch Charles' shoulder and squeeze there, gently. ] You did. Very fetching - the most beautiful wife.

[cerebral]

[Charles is about to sigh out I know because he does, but he can feel the edge of one of their conversations coming on. It's a welcome change to everything that happened from the lobby to a moment ago.] We might be forward thinkers. [As in, Erik and he.] Mutation might exceed homosexuality in terms of danger, but it's still dangerous. And what about mutants who are less accepting, even of other mutants. Some sixty years ago, it was considered a sign of degeneracy, a regressive trait when people were first coming to terms with evolution, and I think it's fair to say that many people still hold that opinion.

[He moves to sit on the edge of the bed and start undoing his shoes, glancing up at Erik every so often as he continues.] And therein lies the question - will homosexual mutants feel welcome among heterosexual mutants? Will there be enough opportunities to seek love, since we're an emerging population? Or will there be the need to choose between one and the other. Hypothetically, would someone be more intolerant towards them or react towards them irregardless? [Shoes unlaced and tucked beneath the bed. When he stands up, he looks thoughtful.]

I don't have the answers to any of these questions, but I think about them or questions like them often. [Mostly in relation to why he favours co-existence.] Are we only mutants? And if so, do we ignore the other parts of ourselves that belong to something else. Or - does it feel so heavy to already be one, the other is never or rarely explored.

[He'd fallen into talking aloud and at the last point he seems a touch more solemn. Still, there are showers to be taken. His luggage gets hefted up onto the bed as he begins to unpack a few things.]