to illuminate the world | Enjolras & Charles
The quote is right- the world doesn't end with a bang but with a whimper. Not that the world ended, but- in the sense that his life changed completely, revolutionized seemingly overnight. There had been no warning, no 'bang' to speak of. No event that had suddenly kicked something inside of him, it had been like the flicking of a switch, like something inside of him suddenly humming to life.
One day- Hyacinthe Enjolras had been like any other teenage boy- well, at least to outward appearances. The next he had woken and everything had changed, because he was something different. Something beyond human- or perhaps below it- as it seemed from how people treated him. He was something frightening and abnormal, something that people shied away from.
So his world as he had known it, had ended with a quiet whimper when he was 15 and the world had dawned anew after it. It had started small, his pale complexion had taken on a golden hue, then a discernible light, a visible glow like a candle in the dark.
It had been about that time that his parents had quietly pulled him out of private school- restricted his ability to leave the estate. Tutors who could be paid for their silence came to the grounds and taught him instead.
One day- it had seemed that Hyacinthe had been the apple of his parent's eye, the only son, the heir, the blooming bud of flower at the peak of the family tree- and then he had become a secret. He'd been squirreled away- kept away from people seeing him and- worst of all, kept out of the sunlight as much as possible. It was quite a thing, to go from the pride of a family to something they were ashamed of.
All of it blooming from one single blip, some tiny bit of a code in his genetic makeup somewhere. At least, that was what the theories and science books all say about it. Not that there is much material to be found on what exactly he is.
Hyacinthe knows how to control it- or, he at least understands what it is he can do and can hide it for the most part. What he can do is this- absorb light and heat into his body. Sunlight is best, but artificial light is enough if he starts to feel ill.
He doesn't glow anymore, or accidentally expel the light and heat he's stored up like a miniature supernova. That had only been the one time he'd lost his temper and well, his parents had hardly been pleased at having the content of their basement incinerated and the walls bearing scorch marks of it.
He's got control enough that he can go to school and they'll still pay for him to pursue his degree. It's not that he thinks he should have to hide- it's that it's hard to find people who are sympathetic to his issues. People like him- aren't generally keen about talking about it. Everybody hides it like so much dirty laundry.
The ignorance is really starting to wear on his nerves, especially considering the scientific community has yet to embrace or research the possibility. Hyacinthe knows he's rare and far from average but- the rules of probability mean he cannot be the only one.
So of course- Hyacinthe had been more than just a bit intrigued when he'd gotten a letter from Professor Xavier, considering he seemed to be one of the few who had a theory about abilities like his own. He's been eager to meet him though, and there was no way he was going to deny the invitation to meet somebody whom he feels like might just understand him. There's a library on his school campus, often deserted on weekend afternoons, and that's where they've arranged to meet. Somewhere public, but where they don't have to worry too much about eavesdropping.
Not that he has any idea what they're going to discuss, the Professor had been vague in his writings, but Hyacinthe is more than curious enough to not question his good fortune about having a genetics expert's brain to pick. Hyacinthe isn't stupid by any meanings, but he's not a scientist by trade either.
He looks up from his book, glances around his empty table a bit nervously before he checks the gold watch at his wrist. The Professor should be here any moment now, and he won't say he's not a bit anxious to meet him after reading his thesis.