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              “there’s negative psychic energy here,” he explains evenly. “something like magic, it’s an impression of the pain that’s been felt here. awful as it is it’s generally not harmful to you.”

               “ I’ve seen enough magic in my time to know it exists; but this place just holds something—-too eerie for my taste. ”

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              charles expression freezes a little and he looks at her, looks down at himself, at his legs and then back to her. “i know,” he says it eventually, quietly. “i know. you’re not ‘my’ raven. you’re never mine. you’re your own,” and charles can’t help the dejected quiet that weasels its way into his tone even as she takes his hand. “and i’m -- i’m not your charles,” he announces and that blow is almost easier. he’s gay, he’s with erik, little betrayals, things he hasn’t told her. “things have changed. in the -- in the interim, but there’s no reason to fight. there’s never a reason to fight, not you and i. we’re trapped here, we may as well do our best not to hate each other.” charles still feels quiet, because he’s not sure how much of a rejection that is, of him and his ideals. cuba has been so well packaged away in the back of his mind that looking at her -- a part of him wants to break, to fall to the ground and be a child, he was never allowed to be a child until he was an adult, but he doesn’t. that’s who he is, who charles has to be. professor x, the man who stands even when he can’t walk.

she pulls back from him slightly to study his features. she knows what he means, she understands perfectly. how could she forget. “ i don’t want to disappoint you anymore, charles. but i’m not the same little girl. “ she hated to speak those words aloud though she felt she had to say it. even if he went into her head, she had to verbally tell him. she took his hand in hers, knowing it would ease his mind. smiling back she finally replied, “ i missed you too. “

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              “I’m a mutant,” he explains with ease as he walks around the other man. charles, gently, lets their minds brush again, not prodding, not poking, but there. so rarely do people have blocks against him, and this man’s he sure he could break through, though he chooses not. the silence is kind of nice. “I imagine it’s something on a genetic level to what allows you to use force, mutations are much more varied than the force is but still, the force -- it acts as a light mental barrier to my telepathy. If you’re ever curious I would love to try and work it out somehow, share knowledge. But my telepathy is innate, something I’ve been told yours isn’t.”

                ❛  it is relieving to know i’m not alone, yes. — it feels … haunted, almost. there are not many better words.  ❜      the echo of eeriness around him is not in his head &, while he was quite sure of that, it is consoling to have a conformation.       ❛  hm — perhaps he is from the same place i am. finding someone from there would be quite a relief. though, i must say i am surprised you have only heard of the force from him. i — had assumed it was what you used earlier.  ❜       

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prettylikethis:

raven was caught off guard to say the least. she couldn’t form words, couldn’t make an actions, therefore she just stood there for a moment before uttering the word. “charles? “ it sounded more like a question though it was meant to be a statement. she knew it was him. it had to be. though she was confused to say the least. she slowly hugged him back. it felt almost strange to hear someone say her full name, it had been a while. no one had ever said something like that to her. and it had certainly taken it’s toll on her psyche. but she breathed almost a sigh of relief at his words, even if she hadn’t said anything back. all she did was nod, burying her face into his shoulder, feeling more comfortable and safe with the familiarity that was before her. charles was more than her brother, he was her home. and she was disappointed in herself for her taking this long to realize it. 

              “the fighting -- it has to stop. i don’t -- i don’t know how much you know or remember but it’s not worth it, never worth it,” he breaths against her hair, pausing a moment to kiss the very top of her forehead. he holds onto her like a dying man to his last breath. everything her betrayal means, both of their failings and erik’s manipulation. -- he blanches away the thought. he’s forgiven the man who paralysed him, to deny her the same. “you’re here now. you’re here, so that means that when we get back to stonefield it’ll have met all of ‘charles xavier’s requirements for habitability,’” he offers with a thin smile.

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prettylikethis:

“ ONE: what the hell is this? and TWO: i suggest you back away from me. “

              it’s raven. he knows -- because her mind is safe, warm, even if he’s half not sure if she’s the same girl who’s supposed to betray him soon. the pressure from this motel squeezes like a vice and all he can think of is his little sister. charles hugs her, without preamble or invite he gathers her as much into his arms as she’ll allow and he buries his face in her hair because RAVEN. the safety of all the best parts of childhood nestled in memories of the worst -- of kurt and cain, his mother’s death -- but at least he did his best to protect her.  “i’ve missed you,” he says. “and i’m so sorry -- you’re beautiful. every form, ever iteration, you’re so beautiful Raven Darkholme and i’ve missed you so much.”

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i’m making gif icons of my precious child charles xavier ie james mcavoy and this one looks like it’s from a lost audition for batman. as for why posts aren’t coming i’ve not slept for much too long at this point. so. 

but if you do wanna interact in a quicker way hmu for a text thread. those are perfect for half asleep eli.

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magnetowasriight:

             erik couldn’t imagine what must be going on inside of charles’ head with this new location.gently he ran a hand through his hair, his other hand resting on his back, rubbing light circles. “i’m sorry, love,” he murmured softly. “yes, of course we can go out. we can go and explore the town, do whatever you would like. i promise i won’t complain if it’s anything…nerdy,” he teased softly in an attempt to try and lighten the situation. 

              charles does laugh, tilting his head up to kiss erik’s chin before he pulls back. “’nerdy’ says magneto to professor x, gods above i’ve no idea why that’s as funny as it is.” he does a little, but the mention of ‘mutants’ being from a comic book isn’t something he’s willing to talk about yet. he only still half believes it, having looked after rick’d mentioned it. “i think there’s a bowling alley,” he said, wrinkling his nose. “we could go see what shops there are, book stores maybe. they have to have some sort of tourist traps here.”

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mcgnetism:

“ have you ever thought about having a yoga class at your school ? – or your future school, i guess. totally helps with the anger and pent up stress. “ @xcvicr

              “i can’t really say i have, but i imagine that it is a good idea. -- does this mean you’re one of mine?”

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hugoxweasleyx:

Going up to the ledge, Hugo pushes himself up, staggering a bit as he tries to gain his balance. He looks straight ahead, unable to stop the sobs and the tears that are falling from his face, “You’re right. All of you are right. I’m sorry.” 

              no one will be increasing that counter at the front desk, not if charles has anything to say about it. and he does, given what he’s more than capable of doing -- as much as he dislikes it. going into the mind of someone wracked with emotion is fa, but in this case it’s a requirement. he places himself in hugo’s body and feels the other man’s body become almost his own, making him step back off of the ledge. charles ‘walks’ the man back inside while keeping a mental blanket against his thoughts -- whatever haunts his mind is temporarily gone as charles feels a headache coming in.

              he makes the boy sit down in the hallway, and stands between him and the roof access. “hugo weasley,” charles says with his mental barriers still keeping the negative energy from quite getting at him. “open your eyes and think about what you were just going to do. i get it. you’ve done some terrible things here, but nothing that’s beyond forgiveness. nothing is beyond forgiveness.”

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littleweaslcy:

‘ see !! more people should be doing that but so far i have seen and heard nothing but complaints. they should learn and enjoy this place cause who knows when we are rushed off to a different place. ’

              “while inside though? it almost makes you miss stonefield. at least the energy isn’t so overwhelming there. weather is better here though--” charles pauses and he tries to force a smile. “small comforts. how’re you acclimating?”

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zanerach:

“ It is. If that is what they are doing, than they are doing a great job with it.”

              “marketing something as a haunted hotel is morbid enough though. keep your head up through it, dear.”

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differentlaura:

         “I was murdered here. Well - in the forest, but close by…” Laura said quietly, he already seemed to know about the pain this place brought to her. “My home - or was my home until a fire claimed it. As far as I know only four - I guess since I found my sister Cora..Made it out.”

             he gives the best sympathetic smile he can, looking back towards the forests that seemed to line the city. “a shame, i’m so sorry about your death. most places seem to have their tragedies but the energy here is terrible. unnatural. but -- it almost feels like it’s trying to pull me in, does that make sense?”

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📱 ( luna; parumluna )

show me your maymay ;; accepting.

a voice message charles left for luna.

              “luna, i know this place is awful, it is for me as well -- i need to see you when i can. i have a constant migraine and that’s with my shields. just remember what i’ve taught you, dear heart. you will be okay. this place can not and will not end you. you’re a maximoff, you are stronger than this.

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( closed starter ;; erik lehnsherr. )

              “being here hurts,” charles breaths into the expanse of erik’s chest, more a sigh than anything else. he’s half used to it now.. “imagine a migraine that makes you feel the pain people have felt--” an empath in a hotel with over a hundred people, most of whom were being made to feel awful by the negativity pressing down on them -- his mind is in a vice. “can we go somewhere? out, maybe? they said we have to sleep here, said nothing about staying here.”

@magnetowasriight

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ur gonna be bald lol

break me ;; accepting.

              “no but really -- i’m alright with this inevitability. i have seen pictures of my late father. we xavier’s don’t really make it past forty with our hair line intact.”

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Erik will always hurt you.

break me ;; accepting.

              “risk i need to take, isn’t it? call me a masochist.”

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Break my muse in six words or less. Say anything you want, nothing is off limits.