ASK35：The scene in the fanfic “The report from the Rim”
ASK34：Thorin holds Fili and Kili’s shoulder.And their foreheads close together..
Listening <I see fire> when I was painting this…Q..Q…Can not stop crying now… Why I chose this song_(:з」∠)_
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The missiles hover in the air, pointed back toward the human ships. Charles swallows, stares at Erik— Erik’s blank to him, it’s as if he isn’t even there. Charles’s head still throbs, front to back, where the coin passed through Shaw’s brain, but he knows he needs to say the right thing, and he needs to say it now.
"Erik. Erik, listen to me.” Charles slows down, but keeps walking toward Erik. He’s no threat, not to his friend— surely Erik knows that. “If you turn those weapons against the humans, you’ll be doing Shaw’s work for him. This was his plan. This was what he wanted. This is what we’re here to stop.”
"Maybe he was right," Erik says— but his voice shakes, and the missiles stay where they are. "Maybe there’s no answer but killing all of them. We’re the future, Charles. Not them."
"Listen to yourself! Shaw was right? No. Don’t become his weapon, Erik.” Charles is close enough now to put a hand on Erik’s shoulder. He feels the tension in Erik’s body— damn him, that helmet, he can’t sense a thing from Erik, not now. “He’s gone. Find another war to fight. I’ll join you. Just don’t fight Shaw’s for him.”
Erik’s head tips down, only a fraction, but enough. Enough for Charles to realize he’s made a difference at last.
The missiles streak up, further into the air, and explode there, harmless, like fireworks. Erik’s hand comes down to his side.
Charles reaches up with both hands and lifts Erik’s helmet off— there he is, there, the man Charles loves, the one he’s planning to stand beside for the rest of his life.
He throws the helmet away, getting it as far from both of them as he can.
«This might not be the end of it,» Erik sends. «They might come after us again. Not because of Shaw. Because of their own fear.»
«They might,» Charles sends in return, taking Erik’s hand. «And I, for one, feel a great swell of pity for the poor fool who comes after us looking for trouble.»
The tension ebbs, and both of them sink to the sand. Erik wraps an arm around Charles’s shoulders, and Charles leans back against him. For now, at least— for now— no more fighting.
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