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hates flowers because he didn't get a chance to buy some for his Erik, instead all they could do now was decorate his lover's grave and remind him of all that was ripped away from them.

He hates flowers. He hates them, he hates them... He hates how they feel, how they die quickly. He hates how they remind him of the first time his Erik kissed him. How the flowers were like a bed, and their hands were intertwined. How the first gift he got was baby's breath and pink roses. He

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It's feeding the masses, and by masses I mean me, and by feeding I mean feeding

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When referring to "My Erik" in character, I will sometimes be refering to Spooky's Magneto! So say hi Good Erik!

you are not the only one in the world, my child, who has stood in the glare of grief.

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truly loved standing here instead of a stranger all too close to him.

It is not his Erik, and he does not quite appreciate the sentiment the other is sharing in regards to his situation. A cult following has lead to already obsessed fans clamoring with the idea of adoration, a false narrative of love for him that he cannot return. He'd rather it was the man he

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A forced dance- Not something he is particularly fond of. The feeling of a stranger's hand in his own, the other on his waist and the obsessive eyes staring at him. Perhaps a little too close, Xavier thought, placing a hand between him and this other man.

not been tainted by my sin... I cannot let you know that feeling. The feeling of blood and hatred that I carry."

again should I even allow myself the idea of relaxing around you. If I were to stop grieving the version I had loved so dearly and intimately. If I were to see you, to hold you in that same light then I have truly lost him all together. And you... You who has a kindness to you, a purity that has

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for Erik. For that version of his Erik. His heart would never belong to him again, and perhaps that second pain, that second betrayal would fully end up shattering him and the Eden he had wished to make. "I have lost you once, to something as simple as human hatred, and I worry I may lose you

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"I cannot... I cannot," he repeated twice, and then twice more. He could not repeat actions again, could not let himself fall in love. Not if he could lose the other, not if it meant he lost the other to a version of him he could not be. A version that was still good, a version that was perfect

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WORST TIME TO FOLLOW MY GAY JESUS ACCOUNT AJDJWKE

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I AM 𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄

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oh yeah i made an au magneto to ship w/ plutos gay jesus xavier to write angst? @alloyallure.bsky.social here go if you want

an anguished scream of despair. His Erik... His... "I'm sorry," was all he could really muster, voice trembling, faint... Distant. As if he was still apologizing to the past and not the present.

unable to stop it, watching as Erik could not stop it...! The memory was a constant, the only feeling of his, the lasting feeling of Erik was the last moment they shared with the other in his arms and no idea how to process the grief. The feeling of fading warmth and the bodies that dropped with

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man he loved and... And he couldn't... He couldn't-. His knees gave out, head dropping as he clung tighter, fabric barely stopping the nails that cut through and he could feel the warmth of his blood. That terrible night, the night he lost Erik to the anti-mutant riots. The sound of a gun, being

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"It is... But I'm not the same person, Erik. My hands are still stained with their blood. The blood of those who took you away from me. I am not the saint I once was. I can no longer pretend to be that man," he replied. So many lives he traded, all those he wish he could trade to bring back the

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How can this man stand so similiarly to him? Bare that same gentle smile, that same with serenity of his Erik... "You... I'm sorry... But is it really my Erik? I cannot trust your smile... I cannot trust me around you, not after the blood I shed in your name. Not after the tears I cries..."

For a moment, just a moment he believed him. Believed it was really his Erik, the one he lost, but... His hand dropped after a moment, shaking as he clung to himself in a half-hug, trying to process the anger, the sorrow... The sense of abandonment that came with the loss of his Erik. /His/ love.

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"Erik...?"

Xavier's frowns slightly, hand lifting up before gently reaching over and placing his hand on @alloyallure.bsky.social's face. "Is it really you...? Have my prayers been answered? Is it you standing there before me?"

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HE'S GOT HIS HUSBAND