Cherik 37? :)
meeting in prison au
Erik’s new cellmate isn’t what he expected him to be.
“Good morning, Erik,” the man says, standing politely with his hands folded behind his back. He's… odd. Short, but with a sense that his body is a vessel for something much larger. In a way that is a comfort. People had said similar things about Erik, after all.
In another way, he is being punished here, so perhaps he should feel afraid, or at the very least suspicious.
“Good morning,” Erik says in the meantime, while his brain scrambles to catch up. Xavier is smiling at him, his pretty eyes warm and inviting, even though the cell he’s in has to be some form of a human rights violation.
“Hello Raven,” Xavier says, looking over his shoulder. “It’s good to see you again. How is your little son?”
Behind Erik the guard raises a baton in a clenched fist and the scales on her skin shimmer under her uniform, barely brushing the edges of her helmet.