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Six Lessons in Living in Sin by penknife (R)
Fandom: X-MEN MOVIEVERSE
Pairing: Xavier/Magneto
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
penknife
Author Website: Penknife to Paper
Why this must be read: Is it redundant at this point to recpenknife? possibly. She's been rec'ed before and if those didn't convince you to read all of her work I have no clue what's the matter with you. In the off chance it slipped your mind though...
This story is (in my opinion) one of the saddest stories I've ever read. I know what's eventually going to happen to these two and seeing them together and some what happy, it's heartbreaking. Which isn't to say their relationship is all daffodils and rainbows. There's something terribly real about the fights they get into. Fights that make perfect sense given how different the two of them are.
Also of great emotional impact is the way the two of them approach their relationship. It's shortly after World War II and they're living together. The world isn't accepting of homosexuals and so they have to be careful and discreet. Erik is actually the one most concerned here (most likely because homosexuals were also taken to the camps during the Holocaust) and Charles has to step lightly to avoid Eric's anger.
That really is the overall theme of the story, Charles stepping lightly to avoid Eric's neuroses. Which isn't to say Charles doesn't have a lot of them as well, they just aren't as dominating as Erik's.
And now, an excerpt...
It's been a bad few nights, and when Charles closes his eyes he falls asleep even before Erik has waved a hand to put out the lights. It seems like only minutes this time before he's walking into the camp through ash that falls like gentle rain, understanding (because dreams are more cruel than memory) that it's his parents' burned flesh clinging to his skin.
He jerks awake, ashamed that the first thing he thinks is God, not again. Erik is tearing at his shirt in a panic that dissolves into sobbing against his shoulder, his breath hot on Charles's neck. Charles makes himself not pull away, though it's like he has no skin, nothing between them at all. He curls a hand around the back of Erik's neck and keeps it there.
After a minute Erik takes a shuddering breath and pushes Charles away, angry shame rolling off his skin like heat. Charles steals a glance at the bedside clock and winces at the time.
He always thought Erik's black moods never lasted long. But the nights when Erik said he was too busy studying to see him, the weeks when Erik wouldn't call ... if he hasn't understood why, he has no one to blame but himself. No one can lie to Charles unless Charles wants them to.
He'd wanted to believe Erik's scars would heal, in time. He'd wanted to believe he could help.
Pairing: Xavier/Magneto
Author on LJ:
penknifeAuthor Website: Penknife to Paper
Why this must be read: Is it redundant at this point to rec
penknife? possibly. She's been rec'ed before and if those didn't convince you to read all of her work I have no clue what's the matter with you. In the off chance it slipped your mind though...This story is (in my opinion) one of the saddest stories I've ever read. I know what's eventually going to happen to these two and seeing them together and some what happy, it's heartbreaking. Which isn't to say their relationship is all daffodils and rainbows. There's something terribly real about the fights they get into. Fights that make perfect sense given how different the two of them are.
Also of great emotional impact is the way the two of them approach their relationship. It's shortly after World War II and they're living together. The world isn't accepting of homosexuals and so they have to be careful and discreet. Erik is actually the one most concerned here (most likely because homosexuals were also taken to the camps during the Holocaust) and Charles has to step lightly to avoid Eric's anger.
That really is the overall theme of the story, Charles stepping lightly to avoid Eric's neuroses. Which isn't to say Charles doesn't have a lot of them as well, they just aren't as dominating as Erik's.
And now, an excerpt...
It's been a bad few nights, and when Charles closes his eyes he falls asleep even before Erik has waved a hand to put out the lights. It seems like only minutes this time before he's walking into the camp through ash that falls like gentle rain, understanding (because dreams are more cruel than memory) that it's his parents' burned flesh clinging to his skin.
He jerks awake, ashamed that the first thing he thinks is God, not again. Erik is tearing at his shirt in a panic that dissolves into sobbing against his shoulder, his breath hot on Charles's neck. Charles makes himself not pull away, though it's like he has no skin, nothing between them at all. He curls a hand around the back of Erik's neck and keeps it there.
After a minute Erik takes a shuddering breath and pushes Charles away, angry shame rolling off his skin like heat. Charles steals a glance at the bedside clock and winces at the time.
He always thought Erik's black moods never lasted long. But the nights when Erik said he was too busy studying to see him, the weeks when Erik wouldn't call ... if he hasn't understood why, he has no one to blame but himself. No one can lie to Charles unless Charles wants them to.
He'd wanted to believe Erik's scars would heal, in time. He'd wanted to believe he could help.
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unfortunately, I seem to be barred from editing this entry, alas.
Here's the direct link though Six Lessons in Living In Sin (http://penknife.freeservers.com/SixLessonsinLivinginSin.htm)
again, my bad, I suck