If you give a Viking a battle axe...

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But the void where Erik’s thoughts should be sits cold in Charles’s mind. That awful helmet glints hatefully with afternoon sunlight, vicious red, and Charles presses his lips into a thin line as he realizes they’re standing at an all too familiar impasse.

“I can’t,” Charles whispers, shaking his head miserably. He reaches up shakily with one hand, touches the helmet with trembling fingers. He traces the contours where the metal frames Erik’s face, and in the quiet he says, “This stands between us.”

~Exerpt from the fic The Tower and the Hurricane  by dreamlittleyo (AO3 Mirror: HERE)
 

Illustration part 2&3 of 6 (pt 1)

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