markedformore: (walk away: by avictoriangirl)
Erik Lehnsherr ([personal profile] markedformore) wrote2014-10-04 01:09 pm
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Erik has been unable to go visit Charles since he first found out about the serum. He's angry to a point that he hasn't felt in some time. There have always been outside elements toying with them and Erik is used to that, having lived on the island for long enough to know what outside forces playing with your life is like, but this is different. This is Charles taking fate into his own hands and making a decision that Erik finds to be abysmally stupid.

He's angry and the best way he has of sourcing that rage with something useful is his powers. Shaw had taught him that rage was the trigger and Charles taught him that serenity was the power, but tonight, he's veering closer towards the first. Small objects won't do -- they're too small and his control has long surpassed them - and so Erik is in the park as he works to control the magnetism of the earth, closing his eyes and sending himself into a place of inner peace in which he thinks of how much he's furious with Charles' decision to give up his powers and begins his ascent.

He doesn't go far, not yet, but he allows himself to stay suspended like this, five feet off the earth, and lets the rage bleed out into this activity for now. Perhaps later, if this isn't enough, there will be more. For now, it is enough.
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[personal profile] refusedtocall 2014-10-06 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
There are times Carla Jean finds this place almost normal. It's always a far cry from what she knew before, both back in Texas and in the year or so she spent on the island, but the way life carries on doesn't actually seem to be that far outside of the ordinary. Then there are times like this, when walking through the park, she sees a friend of hers suspended in midair. This isn't the first time she's seen Erik do this — the day he arrived here was — but that doesn't make it any less bizarre.

From a little ways off, head tilted back so she can actually see him, she folds her arms over her chest. "What the hell are you doin' up there?" she asks. It's good-natured, though, her voice lacking the edge it might've had with someone else. Hell, she doesn't think she'd have blamed him if he were doing this just because he could.