this ᵘˢᵉᵈ to be a 𝐅𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄.

GIFTS ARE A FOREIGN CONCEPT IN THE FIRST PLACE. Everything he's received from his father feels like an afterthought or an accident. Everything he's been given by Kronos is because he's worked for it, bled for it, betrayed his friends for it.

He doesn't regret those choices. They're the ones he's made—that's all.

one that doesn't reach his eyes. he's surprisingly calm—which coming from him, could be terrifying. but he isn't angry at this child. he is angry at his father for using him. for once again, destroying things. “ i suppose being eaten alive by your father could be considered... things not working out between us. ”

“ i'm not taking anything out on you, luke. we're having a conversation. ” truly, if he wanted, even now, all it would take would be one thought.still, he has done nothing of the sort. “ why does my presence anger you so? ”

@theirmadness asked: i did a number on your back. sorry about that. [ raven @ erik <3 ]

PROMPTS FOR THE MORNING AFTER | Accepting

Erik sits up on the edge of the bed, glancing over his shoulder to look at his back. He then moves to the mirror and looks at himself in it, turning his back to the mirror and looking over his shoulder again. He chuckles softly, turning to look at Raven. He shrugs a bit and smirks at her. "I asked for it, didn't I?"

“ you did ask for it. ” her voice was low, still husky and sleepy. her golden eyes flicekd down his body, then back up to meet his. “ begged, even. pretty sure i remember hearing you say harder at some point. ” she stretched languidly beneath him, like an oversized blue cat, the sheet slipping down just enough to tease him, before she propped herself up on one elbow, coming face to face with him.

“ eat, first. ” she decided, brushing her thumb over his bottom lip. “ you're gonna need the energy. if we go again right now, i'd probably put you in a coma before lunch. ” raven leaned in and nipped at his jaw, stealing a quick kiss from his lips. she gave his hair one last playful tug before rolling toward the edge of the bed. “ come on, magneto. feed me, first. then you can try and survive round two with your favourite wildcat. ”

claire shifts on her feet, crossing her arms over her chest.

As a matter of fact, he does. How should it factor?

Hip cocked, mind’s eye a sweaty glass of sangría, Charles marvels.

❝Would you say that’s very adult of you?❞

Loosely speaking—as Raven’s capacity for containment is in the challenged bracket and objectivity an uncountable noun somewhere on a page. Getting her out in the right skin colour tonight was nothing short of a home birth.

“ that's big, coming from the man who spent half the night letting his students paw at him like he's the second coming of casanova. you want adult? how aboug this: i'm not the one who needs a lecture on containment, professor, ” she used the title like a sharp blade. “ telling you to go to bed instead of letting you smash your pretty face in is actually very adult of me. ” she took a step closer, voice dropping into something quieter.

Nicholas Galitzine & Anne Hatheway