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Charles & Erik
Takes place in the airplane during DOFP ]

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A little talk, a sweet talk, a private talk- something old folks would say, "A Honey-Bee Talk".

It had been terrifying to Erik to start the conversation half-way through their chess game, but they had time to do it now, with Logan asleep & Hank busy with the plane, heck even Charles had calmed down from earlier.

"So, how's Moira?"
Erik started off, watching as Charles picked up a Knight & placed it beside one of Erik's Pawns.
He really didn't care if Charles answered him or not, Erik didn't like Moira, never did & never will.

"She's fine."
Charles mumbled, scanning Erik's army, waiting to see his competitor's next move.
Erik sighed as he pushed a Castle forward, nearing a Bishop.

"How many kids have you had at your school?"
Erik asked, he swallowed down his doubt that Charles was suspicious of him, his competitor chose to take one of his Pawns, Erik had a few to spare so he shrugged it off.

"Not many... Maybe around 50 few or so..."
Charles recalled in his head, Erik took out Charles' Bishop but the other player seemed unfazed by this.

"That's not a lot... What's the difficulty?"
Erik asked, begging the painful conversation to either be over & done with or for this to take an interesting path.
This played in Charles' favour, as he soon took one of Erik's Knights.

"Well, the war was getting bad so everyone just picked up & left..."
Charles sighed as he leaned back in his seat, a hand pinching one of his legs as he never took his eyes off the Chess game.
"Kind of reminds me of you, actually..."

Erik eyed Charles, he rested his head on his clenched hands as a metallic Bishop raced forward. Erik gripped his hands tighter & cleared his throat.

"How so?"
He questioned Charles, he straightened his back & looked at his friend.

"Don't you see Erik?"
Charles sighed as he finally lifted his gaze from the chess board to Erik's eyes.
"People nowadays just have a certain habit of picking up & leaving me all of a sudden. For no reason!"

Charles lied back in his chair, his hands on his thighs as he stared up at the roof.

"Well, I didn't want to leave you in the first place..."
Erik quietly said as he glanced down at the Chess board.

Charles glared back at him.
"What?"

"I said- I didn't want to leave you in the first place."
Erik hissed a little louder, not meeting Charles' eyes.

"And yet you did."
Charles stated, a growl edging to his voice.

"I had to- I shot you, I took Raven away, I almost killed two dozen fleets of men. I'm the reason we're here in the first place!"
Erik rasped over the Chess board, his rant ended with a sigh as Charles avoided eye contact with him by staring out the plane's window.

"Huh."
Was all he said before his Queen loomed over one of Erik's Pawns.
"It's your fault that I'm paralysed, you left me... On a beach, in Cuba with no help... You abandoned me..."

Erik stared at Charles, wishing they hadn't gone down that road again.
"I didn't mean to, -"

"Well actions speak louder than words, Erik."
Charles cut in.

Erik exhaled in frustration as he suddenly got up out of his seat & started toward Charles. Charles looked wide-eyed as Erik loomed over him, he backed into the corner of his chair, heart racing.

"Maybe you're right, Charles."
Erik agreed, he plopped himself down next to Charles, the two men squashed together.
"Do these actions speak louder than any of my words?"

Erik asked as he struggled to pull Charles into his lap, Charles gave up with a heated huff & a blush on his face. His face was so close to Erik's as they stared at the Chess board.

"I don't know, but the next move is yours."
Charles mumbled, as he nodded at their Chess game, he felt Erik smirk beside him.

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Hope you enjoyed! 😜
~Sol