She makes an annoyed sound and reaches back to turn up the phonograph, effectively drowning out her son's small voice.
Charles stands there for a long few minutes, as if trying to will her to just see him but Sharon picks up martini glass and drinks from it, while smiling and obviously dancing at some gay party in her head.
Eventually, Charles turns away and walks back to where Erik waits by the door. Without looking up, he slides his fingers into Erik's and gives the man a tug.
With the tug they tumble from Sharon's room back into Charles' childhood bedroom, the room in the north wing that today is used as storage. The room is dark, cool without a fire in the hearth but mostly dark because of the broken night light. Again, Erik gets left at the door, as he has no power over these memories.
Charles walks over to the tall windows and he wrestles, one handed, with the heavy curtains, pulling them back until the spill of moonlight illuminates the a small patch of floor. He then shoves and drags a chair from a close corner until he can get it into the light. Next, he gathers up a teddy bear -no comments, he's four!- and a blanket from his bed, which he drags and tugs across the floor until he can crawl up into the chair.
Curling his right arm around his bear, Charles cradled his wrist into his left hand and snuggled down into the chair, head against the wing and face turned into the moonlight as he tried to go back to sleep for a little bit.
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Charles stands there for a long few minutes, as if trying to will her to just see him but Sharon picks up martini glass and drinks from it, while smiling and obviously dancing at some gay party in her head.
Eventually, Charles turns away and walks back to where Erik waits by the door. Without looking up, he slides his fingers into Erik's and gives the man a tug.
With the tug they tumble from Sharon's room back into Charles' childhood bedroom, the room in the north wing that today is used as storage. The room is dark, cool without a fire in the hearth but mostly dark because of the broken night light. Again, Erik gets left at the door, as he has no power over these memories.
Charles walks over to the tall windows and he wrestles, one handed, with the heavy curtains, pulling them back until the spill of moonlight illuminates the a small patch of floor. He then shoves and drags a chair from a close corner until he can get it into the light. Next, he gathers up a teddy bear -no comments, he's four!- and a blanket from his bed, which he drags and tugs across the floor until he can crawl up into the chair.
Curling his right arm around his bear, Charles cradled his wrist into his left hand and snuggled down into the chair, head against the wing and face turned into the moonlight as he tried to go back to sleep for a little bit.