Erik doesn't eat much, so it's Christines mission to find out what he will eat. Told from Erik's POV. E/C fic.
Chapter 1
It all started one afternoon. I had locked myself in my composing room in another fit of creative flow. I had been in here 3 days now with little sleep, and less food. Looking back on it, that was probably the reason I was so cranky. I couldn't help it, I had never been one for eating, and I had no intention of changing that habit. However, I underestimated the obstacle I would face when inviting Christine to stay with me for a month.
Up to this point she had accepted my habits and had offered no opposition to the arrangement. However, I had apparently crossed a line when I even started to protest against her interrupting my work to give me crackers and tea.
"You have to eat something!" She said, raising her voice in protest, "I always wondered why you were so thin, but now I see this is self inflicted! Now you come out here and eat some real food before I drag you out myself!"
"I would highly advise against you putting your hands on me in anyway, my dear." I growled, with a snarl. I hadn't meant to be so gruff with her, but I always got irritated when interrupted and this time wasn't an exception. I startled myself which my tone, and attempted to change it. "Me being hideous and all."
I tried a smirk, but I'm sure it came off more threatening than intended. She didn't budge, however, which was another surprise. I am not used to not being feared. Usually my prescience is enough to strike fear on the hearts of stronger specimens. Instead she set her face in an angry visage, and crossed her arms haughtily.
"That's not funny! I'm not moving until you come with me into the kitchen and let me make you something." She then gently took my hand, in both of hers. I gasped lightly, as I was still not used to her touch. Or touch in general. The years of isolation had made sure of that. My heartbeat sped up, and I knew that had she asked me to jump off a cliff I could not deny it to her. "Please, I'm worried about you. You shouldn't kill yourself by starvation when you have someone right here willing to make you whatever you desire."
This was another new sensation, one I didn't know quite how to process. She cared for me. I had never had someone genuinely care for me, except maybe Nadir, but he doesn't count, as he is more of an annoyance than anything. But back to moment at hand.
"I ate some cold oatmeal this morning." I said trying to calm her worries. Unfortunately, that apparently was not the correct thing to say.
"No wonder you don't eat! With that kind of food everyday, it's a wonder you eat at all! Your coming with me, and I'm showing you what real food looks like!" And with that, she lead me into the kitchen, with me following behind gentle as a lamb. It surprises me what that woman can accomplish when she want to.