erik lehnsherr is bisexual.txt
Erik hovered over Charles's grave gently, not like a specter, but like a guardian. He didn't want to walk on ground if he knew Charles was underneath it.
“Maggie?”
Erik knew Logan's voice well. He sensed the metal in his bones and stopped him in his tracks. “Leave me.”
“No can do, bub.” Logan said. “Some kids saw you. They're afraid.”
“I mean you no harm.”
“They don't know that.”
Erik paused, then let Logan walk forwards. He reread Charles's name. He wanted to pull his body from the Earth and force his heart to beat.
“Why are the children afraid of me?” He said.
“You kiddin'?”
“I thought Charles had spoken well of me.”
“He didn't say much.”
Erik told himself not to ask, then did anyways. “...What did he say about me?”
Logan looked a little embarrassed, and shrugged. “Y'know, just the story so far. You two used to be pals.”
An understatement.
“You fell fer the same girl.”
Did he really think I wanted her?
“The rest is history.”
His eyes grazed the tombstone. Charles Xavier. Professor. Mentor. Mutant.
Erik inhaled. Lover.
“History will remember me as a tyrant.”
“It doesn't have to.” Logan sounded just like him.
“I have too much to do to be worried about appearances.” Erik turned to leave. “Too many good men and women have died before me.” He rose up, gently, watching the school drift away from him, feeling like a ghost.
Logan shook his head. “Can never tell what that guy's thinkin', can ya Charley?”