Erik.

Hundreds of years could go by and I could never apologise enough, Mein Freund. Peace is simply not an option. | #ɴᴇᴋʀᴏs | @PercuroMentis

[Erik. @MoveTheCoin]

Eʀɪᴋ Lᴇʜɴsʜᴇʀʀ
— ᴍᴀɢɴᴇᴛᴏ
— ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀʜᴏᴏᴅ
— ᴍᴜᴛᴀɴᴛ. ᴊᴇᴡ. ‘ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ’.

[Erik. @MoveTheCoin]

@voxxmortem considers him. "He's not lost his ways in helping others. I implore you to be cautious all the same. If you can't recall your time with Stryker, you should be careful." It's obvious, but he grinds the point all the same.

[Erik. @MoveTheCoin]

@voxxmortem "No doubt." He inclines his head to him. This is more casual and relaxed than he was expecting. "Sometimes all that's needed is a little shove in the right direction." He didn't expect to join him in jokes. Granted, his mouth remains tight and straight.

"Give it a try." Erik –

[Erik. @MoveTheCoin]

@voxxmortem have always been... unique.

The question earns him a look of confusion. "I-- no. What?"

Could he stumble over his words any more?

"I've..." Clearing his throat. "Only just returned, actually. For a while, at the least."

[Erik. @MoveTheCoin]

@voxxmortem That deserves a chuckle, and he manages a slight cough of one. "You'll work it out. Follow Charles's lead - not mine." He pauses, a twinkle in his eye. "Pushing kids from great heights would be a bad start, for the record."

Of course he remembers that. His methods of mentorship–

[Erik. @MoveTheCoin]

@voxxmortem considering it, at the least?"

[Erik. @MoveTheCoin]

@voxxmortem you to teach. It's undeniable that you're part of the history of everything he dedicates his time to. A staple of history here."

Here. But not his own path, the twists of the Brotherhood. His abandoned mutants. No - they're not abandoned. It's a... break of sorts.

"Are you –

[Erik. @MoveTheCoin]

@voxxmortem he remembers that small team, the training. Everything is made ever so complicated by his presence at the mansion, as though little has happened. When, in fact, life practically exploded in his face.

[Erik. @MoveTheCoin]

@voxxmortem The wariness is not at all swayed or settled by his answer. "Hm." He's never been known for his sense of empathy. Or a need to reassure.

"You've seen Charles?"

Truthfully, he's just not sure how to handle this. Nothing he would admit to but... are they enemies? So long ago, –

[Erik. @MoveTheCoin]

@voxxmortem ooc: it shall be.

[Erik. @MoveTheCoin]

@voxxmortem haven't had any adverse effects from... the experiments?" He has to know, has to check. Not for his own sake, no, but for all of them.

He may well be a monster in many glittering eyes, but his caution is required. Instilled within him.

/Those/ monsters can be more subtle.

[Erik. @MoveTheCoin]

@voxxmortem The name causes a sneer of distaste to slip onto his face. They practically mirror one another. "Forgotten memory or not, I'm glad you managed to escape." And yet even his voice carries the uncertainty of a mutant who knows his place, his presence, is thin upon egg shells. "You –

[Erik. @MoveTheCoin]

@PercuroMentis breaking off as he tried to thread the sentence.

"Why do you think you need it now?" Changing tactic. Blue eyes sharp, inquisitive, searching for the underlying reasoning behind it. "How will it help you in this moment?"

[Erik. @MoveTheCoin]

@PercuroMentis His voice dropped to a whisper. Pain filled his eyes, almost mirroring the telepath's. Heart clutched in his chest. "I... I want you more than anything," he said, voice strengthening as he stared at him. "But that is not a sacrifice I /need/. You don't..."

He shook his head, –

[Erik. @MoveTheCoin]

@Fueltheice He doesn't even need to say it - his eyes glare, saying 'unfreeze me this instant'.

[Erik. @MoveTheCoin]

@PercuroMentis a beam. He would make him happier than air, lighter than the sun.

As his tongue tested the barrier of Charles's lips, tempted, pressed against his mouth. Vampiric almost in the waiting; let me in.

[Erik. @MoveTheCoin]

@PercuroMentis careful, upon his lap, closing his eyes briefly to shield himself from those darkened thoughts. Forcing himself into the moment.

As he did, as he captured those lips once more. Not quite desperate but bordered with that need, to rid him of that grin and replace it, later, with –