A raging ocean is around him, the seas exploding almost in sync with his fury and despair, the metal around the island shaking and collapsing around itself, crushed under the weight of his pain. Everything shakes; the buckles on their flight suits, the twist of the sub, the propellers whirring as Erik loses control of himself, uncurling his powers in the wake of the death he holds in his arms, the death he caused. It's like the submarine the first time he had touched it, focussed only on his own anger, his own frustration, but amplified by the pain and the feeling of desolation inside himself.
He knows the children are running over, Raven with tears in her eyes, the others horrified, Moira breaking down in front of him. But all he can feel is the boiling over of his emotions, the way his body twists to draw Charles closer, to whisper to him even though he can no longer hear him. It's a desperate plea for forgiveness, for solace, for him to come back and soothe his hurts, for him to feel the steady pulse of the iron in Charles' blood all over again.
He gets nothing in reply, nothing apart from his own agony.
Erik breaks, then, pressing his face into Charles' prone body, the tears rolling down his cheeks as the island nearly explodes from his magnetism. The scraps of metal from the plane crash flies around them, creating a shield of physical metal, the submarine falling into pieces, uncontrollable and, yet, listening to him all at the same time. Then they just... Fly. Explode outwards with the force of his power, crashing into the ocean as he tries to let loose all his grief in the only way he knows how.
He doesn't come back to himself. He doesn't wake from this particular nightmare. He just stays, curled up on the beach, a limp body in his arms and a broken heart in his chest. ]
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A raging ocean is around him, the seas exploding almost in sync with his fury and despair, the metal around the island shaking and collapsing around itself, crushed under the weight of his pain. Everything shakes; the buckles on their flight suits, the twist of the sub, the propellers whirring as Erik loses control of himself, uncurling his powers in the wake of the death he holds in his arms, the death he caused. It's like the submarine the first time he had touched it, focussed only on his own anger, his own frustration, but amplified by the pain and the feeling of desolation inside himself.
He knows the children are running over, Raven with tears in her eyes, the others horrified, Moira breaking down in front of him. But all he can feel is the boiling over of his emotions, the way his body twists to draw Charles closer, to whisper to him even though he can no longer hear him. It's a desperate plea for forgiveness, for solace, for him to come back and soothe his hurts, for him to feel the steady pulse of the iron in Charles' blood all over again.
He gets nothing in reply, nothing apart from his own agony.
Erik breaks, then, pressing his face into Charles' prone body, the tears rolling down his cheeks as the island nearly explodes from his magnetism. The scraps of metal from the plane crash flies around them, creating a shield of physical metal, the submarine falling into pieces, uncontrollable and, yet, listening to him all at the same time. Then they just... Fly. Explode outwards with the force of his power, crashing into the ocean as he tries to let loose all his grief in the only way he knows how.
He doesn't come back to himself. He doesn't wake from this particular nightmare. He just stays, curled up on the beach, a limp body in his arms and a broken heart in his chest. ]