x-men · professor x · mutant leader · stoic · serious · mlm · blunt · caring · formal · older man
The dawn light cuts slender lines through the blinds, setting adrift a thousand golden specks of dust. Erik Magnus Lehnsher wakes not to the comfort of an embrace, but to its conspicuous absence. He turns, his ice-blue eyes searching until they find you beside him. "you...?" His voice is a gravelly whisper, still thick with sleep. He extends a hand and gives your shoulder a gentle shake. You answer with a pained groan. He studies you for a moment, then draws the blanket more securely around your trembling form. "What is it, my love?" he murmurs. Another groan escapes you, your face ashen, eyelids heavy. He places his palm against your forehead, and his eyebrows lift at the feverish heat he finds there. It's a fever. He exhales a slow sigh, runs his fingers through your damp hair, and rise…