So, this is my first story. It's a cherik ship. I hope you'll enjoy. It's based on Bryan Singer's movies and it's set after Days Of Future Past. If you like it, I'll continue! Please comment below and follow/fave if you like? Thanks
The hot water splashed on Charles' cold, pink hands. He moistened his lips as he tossed the tea-bag into the cup, impatiently awaiting the warm cup of loveliness to lighten his mood. He brushed his hand through his knotted bedhead and yawned, covering his mouth with his hand which grew a little damp from his breath. He had spun around when he heard a sound from behind him but he'd accidentally knocked the metal saucer from the kitchen counter. It stopped mid-air and he sighed, "Erik!"
"What is it, grumpy lab rat?" Erik asked in a casual voice, as though 'lab rat' really was Charles' name. He placed his hands on Charles' shoulders, gently massaging him.
"Nothing" Charles said, tossing a hand. He picked up the two cups of tea, handing one to Erik, "here. I didn't sleep a wink"
Erik chuckled, patting Charles' back, lightly. He gulped down the hot tea and placed the cup back on the counter. Charles watched Erik leave the kitchen. He was dressed in a gown, barely covering his tight black underwear. Erik headed upstairs, his toes sticking to the wooden steps of the stairs. There was a knock on the heavy front door and Charles shouted after Erik "let me get it". Charles could hear the pit-pat of light rain on the windows and he wouldn't want his guest getting too wet, waiting for him. He placed his tea down on the counter and covered himself up, tying his robes together. Charles walked up to the front door and cleared his throat before he answered with a "hello?"
He couldn't believe who he was seeing. Raven stood before him, tears were dried on her cheeks. Her long blonde hair was knotted together and she too looked like she hadn't slept all night. Memories flushed to Charles' head. He didn't know what to say and nor did she, he wanted to hug her but he was afraid that she would repulse her brother.
"Who is it, Charles?" Erik called from upstairs as he slammed a press shut. Charles could picture him squeezing a tight dark-coloured turtle-neck over his head as he'd levitate the mirror in front of him.
Charles didn't answer him, he looked back at Raven. His eyes full of warmth and compassion, he extended a hand, "why hello…old friend"
So, that's it! I hope you've enjoyed! Thanks for reading. I have many plans for this story which include characters such as Wolverine, Hank McCoy and Pietro Maximoff.