It was over. After all the time of love and secret admiration that had been somehow discovered and mutually felt, it was over. It ended in a way that they really had expected. Everyone had seen it coming. It was pretty much planned out. What else could Charles say? He looked in the mirror, wiping his face with a towel. He scrubbed at his face some more but it wasn't going to change things. It was over.
Charles's hair was brown.
Erik walked up behind him and stared at Charles in the mirror. "You really could've left it. No one would've minded as long as you were happy, Charles."
A pout slowly made its way onto Charles's lips. "But Emma said she was going to drown me. And now Loki would totally help her."
Again that unnervingly sexy growl sent shivers down Charles's spine. "Loki will never be able to touch you. I'll get you a restraining order."
Charles sighed. "Oh come on, I really think he meant it. He's going to leave us alone."
Erik remained silent as Charles's optimism flew over the years of memories Erik had and just how earnest Loki was capable of being. It didn't seem like a good chance, but Emma would most likely have him whipped by now and Loki would be as happy as…well as happy as Loki could be. He always liked whips.
Erik squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose. Not that that information was relevant to Erik. Not anymore at least.
When Erik's eyes looked on Charles's in the mirror, he met a very wary gaze, but that slipped away as Charles already knew what Erik was thinking about and didn't care to have his guess confirmed. "You're going to miss it, aren't you?"
Erik let out a short breath and returned his thoughts to Charles's hair. "I truly think everyone will miss it. Whether they admit it or not."
Erik sat on the couch while Charles continued scrubbing the extra dye off his face. Erik resumed his carefully practiced hobby of staring at Charles's closed notebook with more lust than he'd ever felt toward an inanimate object, and he's had a lot of experience with inanimate objects.
"So how exactly do you know how to dye hair? Or does that just come with being gay?" Charles looked at Erik with a mischievous smile and waited for the scoff…or no, the snort.
Erik snorted. Charles's giggle interrupted him. Erik paused but then ignored it and answered the question. "Let's just say Loki's hair isn't naturally that black."
Charles turned around with a fierce energy about him. "Oh my god I knew it. There was no way he could have that pale of a complexion with his hair naturally that dark. It's just wrong."
Erik tried to suppress his laughter, he really did. "How exactly did you ever think you weren't gay?"
Charles's serious expression scattered for a second as he giggled. "It's not gay, it's science. Genetics to be exact. The subject I would give my heart to if acting hadn't gotten me pregnant."
Erik blinked. "Your analogies go a bit too far sometimes."
Charles shook his head and returned to the mirror. "No, I'm quite sure that one was perfect."
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