AN: Hi Sorry. I really don't have excuses. I mean I do, but I won't proffer them because it'll only really bore you. I can only hope I get back into the swing of things.
Charles was very aware of the fact that he and Erik were separated only by a bowl of popcorn. A seemingly innocent bowl of popcorn sitting innocently on a blanket. A blanket which too, sat innocently in the part of the sofa where the two cushions touched, but Charles saw right through this bowl of popcorn. This bowl of popcorn was seated right where Charles ought to be sitting.
Lord of the Rings was riveting, Charles could easily admit that. As a child he had explored the lands of Middle Earth in his dreams, read the books cover-to-cover growing up, and had spent more time holding marathons for the movies than Raven probably liked. But right now, no matter how riveting the movie was, no matter how interesting the linguistic differences of Sindarin and Quenya, the only thing Charles wanted to be lost in was not Mordor, it was Eric's arms.
Bitter and full of vengeance, Charles hurriedly snatched the bowl from its perch and munched away at the popcorn till it was no more. Now, it was an empty bowl. An empty bowl sitting back in its place in the center of the couch. Sitting as empty as Eric's arms. More annoyed than ever, Charles could only cross his arms and look grumpily at the screen.
Clearly Charles liked popcorn…and after moments of hesitation and debate, Eric got up and began making another bowl. After all, what sort of a host would he be if he let his guests go hungry? Edie would go mad and scold him like no other, no matter if he had hoped Charles would scootch closer during the next scene. The ping of the microwave brought Eric out of the nightmarish thought of his mother's angry words and back to reality.
"Charles, would you like something to drink?"
Eric could only hear a muffled "hnnngooooo" sound, and took it as a 'deeply engrossed "no,"' after all, this was his favourite movie. Eric had chosen this series for a reason. It would…give him a chance to get to know Charles. Unfortunately, Charles had seemed unreceptive to the idea and had not moved to sit closer. Now Eric was forced into watching this film of "orcs" and "hobbits" when he'd very much be doing something else.
Moving back towards the movie, Eric could only chuckle as an entangled Charles lay sprawled across the couch in a fight with the blanket. This was something Eric could work with.
Charles twisted and pulled but somehow, the cocoon he had attempted to build with the blanket had entangled him into some sort of a black hole refusing to let go. Tipping precariously at the edge of the couch, Charles came to terms with his fate, he would fall and embarrass himself in front of Eric…again, but almost at once, he felt two strong arms pull him and then with a slight "oomf," Charles felt his back lean against a hard surface with the arms wrapped around him. Suddenly, the "black hole" was no longer a "black hole," but something more of a…nest.
The popcorn lay forgotten completely.
