( frankly, it's not often she's welcomed into peoples minds, let alone invited, but erik is uniquely adjacent to the bigger populace of people, so she doesn't even try to hide her telepathic footsteps on entry. this is all old practice anyway — finding charles hanging out somewhere in the back of her mind and piggybacking off him, to find erik. the familiarity of erik's mind is like a blanket, warm and comfortable.
in his mind: )
I heard you got married. I can't believe I wasn't invited. I would've worn the most devastating dress.
[ It's warm, and familiar, and Erik basks in it. There's the little feeling of Charles, settling in his mind and keeping him company - but something else, too, a thread linking him with Pierce that is shoved somewhere into the back of his mind for him to ignore. When he feels Parisa make herself at home there, there's a gentle flush of something warm; he clearly cares for her. ]
It wasn't a planned affair, otherwise you would've been the most beautiful bridesmaid.
( she goes where erik's mind pulls her. ordinarily she's far more interested in what someone doesn't want to show, but forgetting that erik's mind is one of the most open place she's ever found, she also likes him, and what's worse, respects him. it doesn't feel right to go prodding through the tender bits. )
[ Inside Erik's mind is the 'wedding night'; unfortunately, he's still suffering from the hex thanks to Pierce, so he's a little out of action, but what can be felt is Charles' expert plucking of his body, his nerves, erogenous zones, making him feel the pleasure that comes hand in hand with orgasm without his body being necessary. ]
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( frankly, it's not often she's welcomed into peoples minds, let alone invited, but erik is uniquely adjacent to the bigger populace of people, so she doesn't even try to hide her telepathic footsteps on entry. this is all old practice anyway — finding charles hanging out somewhere in the back of her mind and piggybacking off him, to find erik. the familiarity of erik's mind is like a blanket, warm and comfortable.
in his mind: )
I heard you got married. I can't believe I wasn't invited. I would've worn the most devastating dress.
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It wasn't a planned affair, otherwise you would've been the most beautiful bridesmaid.
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( parisa's preference: marathon sex and being fed by the hand, presumably. )
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( she goes where erik's mind pulls her. ordinarily she's far more interested in what someone doesn't want to show, but forgetting that erik's mind is one of the most open place she's ever found, she also likes him, and what's worse, respects him. it doesn't feel right to go prodding through the tender bits. )
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