Oh, and now it's Charles' turn to feel so horribly, terribly awkward all of a sudden, having resigned himself to feeling foolish rather than prideful and cocky as he'd approached the situation with Erik, and he wonders, glancing into the potion, if it's some sort of side-effect - hardly a side-effect of a curing draught to make someone change their mind. But, again, his mind carefully reminds him - he hadn't ever said he wasn't interested.
He didn't, after all. Charles seems to be - for a moment, speechless, lips opening and words forming but no sound coming out to help make this situation any easier. And Lehnsherr looks so terribly fucking attractive like that, staring at him with those incredible eyes, and terribly pink lips that look perfectly kissable and he knows perfectly well that kissing Erik in the midst of class is Not an Appropriate action for him to take. He breathes out after a moment, not realising he'd been holding his breath. ]
Not necessarily, no. [ he responds, almost shyly, finally. ] You obviously have a heart, you keep it well hidden of course, simply because it's not there on your sleeves for everyone to see doesn't mean you don't have one. [ he's stammering, he's rambling again, and he's running a hand through his messy brown curls, closing his eyes for a moment to try to think through the rapid-fire thoughts that continue to race through his head. ] You're rushing me. I hate being rushed, Lehnsherr, honestly, ask anyone, it's terrible - I - [ oh, is he handsome, now? that has him shutting up again. why Erik complimenting him like this has an effect on his ability to speak is just absolutely dreadful, and he continues to simply stare at him for a moment. ]
Yes, well. Fine. If you're going to rush me, then yes, I've already stated my interest in you, and if you would be willing, I would enjoy courting you. [ who uses words like that? why did he just say that? ] Rather, er. Date you. If you would be obliged.
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Oh, and now it's Charles' turn to feel so horribly, terribly awkward all of a sudden, having resigned himself to feeling foolish rather than prideful and cocky as he'd approached the situation with Erik, and he wonders, glancing into the potion, if it's some sort of side-effect - hardly a side-effect of a curing draught to make someone change their mind. But, again, his mind carefully reminds him - he hadn't ever said he wasn't interested.
He didn't, after all. Charles seems to be - for a moment, speechless, lips opening and words forming but no sound coming out to help make this situation any easier. And Lehnsherr looks so terribly fucking attractive like that, staring at him with those incredible eyes, and terribly pink lips that look perfectly kissable and he knows perfectly well that kissing Erik in the midst of class is Not an Appropriate action for him to take. He breathes out after a moment, not realising he'd been holding his breath. ]
Not necessarily, no. [ he responds, almost shyly, finally. ] You obviously have a heart, you keep it well hidden of course, simply because it's not there on your sleeves for everyone to see doesn't mean you don't have one. [ he's stammering, he's rambling again, and he's running a hand through his messy brown curls, closing his eyes for a moment to try to think through the rapid-fire thoughts that continue to race through his head. ] You're rushing me. I hate being rushed, Lehnsherr, honestly, ask anyone, it's terrible - I - [ oh, is he handsome, now? that has him shutting up again. why Erik complimenting him like this has an effect on his ability to speak is just absolutely dreadful, and he continues to simply stare at him for a moment. ]
Yes, well. Fine. If you're going to rush me, then yes, I've already stated my interest in you, and if you would be willing, I would enjoy courting you. [ who uses words like that? why did he just say that? ] Rather, er. Date you. If you would be obliged.
[ ugh. ]
Come with me to the dance?