This one is for @jerseyfiredragon20. Thanks for the pillow fort prompt!
This ones a bit more light hearted than the last. Enjoy!
“Tell me something about yourself, Christine.” Erik offered, an uncharacteristically serene smile on his face. “Something from your childhood.”
He loved hearing about her childhood. His mother hadn’t afforded him one, and tales of Christine’s youth filled him with a warmth he had never known. Sometimes he was even able to picture himself there; inside one of her memories. Playing games or speaking to her; enjoying life as a child should. Though, they were different ages. Even in an alternate universe where Erik wasn’t deformed and his mother loved him, it could never had happened.
“I’ve told you a lot about my childhood lately, Erik.” She smiled. “Why don’t you share something from yours?” She placed a hand over his, fully aware of the gravity of this request.
Erik cringed inwardly.
“Perhaps another time.” He replied. “Tell me more about how you would amuse yourself; the games you would play.”
Christine sighed. Another failed attempt at making progress with Erik. She knew that earning his trust would be difficult after the life he had led and her part in that. It had been months since the night of Don Juan and he was still so guarded. There were times where he would betray himself; a genuine laugh, a warm smile, a playful gesture. At these times she was able to see the child inside of him. He would allow her to see the vulnerable part of him that he closed off long ago. Those moments were few and far between, but they were everything to her.
Then, just as quickly as he opened those doors, he would close them again.
“Alright…” Christine began, deciding not to press the question. “Let me think…”