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JEAN
Her hands rest on top of her knees as caramel curls fall back, past her shoulders. Charlotte couldn’t help herself, wondering what her supposed father was like. " Was he nice? Do we look the same? " head tilts, eyes full of wonder as the rest of the kids were all starting to learn about their biological line.
starter call from this cutie pie !!
WHEN YOU FORGET AMANDLA STENBERG
❛ get behind me. ❜
PROTECTIVE STARTER
Meaty digits grabbed at her hair, pulling the younger mutant back. A soft yelp escapes her lips before she swivels her head around to encase his arm in ice. Smashing her hand against frozen limbs, she quickly sprinted forward towards Jonah. Her heart thumps against her chest, as he sends a wave of heat past her head and dealt with their pursuers. " Burn them, " she cried, her head still throbbing from the brute force that had yanked her back, earlier. Slender digits wrapped around his free arm and though she may be hiding, Lottie uses this chance to ice the floors.
Protective sentence starters
“I wont let anything happen to you.”
“Get behind me.”
“I would die for you.”
“I’ve got you.”
“I wont let them hurt you.”
“Tell me who hurt you.”
“Who did this to you? I’ll kill them!”
“I’m here for you, always.”
“Sit down, tell me what happened.”
“Take my hand, I got you.”
“C’mere, gimme a hug.”
when charlotte learns how to use her powers even more, she’ll be like bobby drake and be able to become this walking talking ice cube *grins* and just imagine those curls becoming ice? it would be a beautiful lil ice sculpture.
CALIBAN
“Honorifics are words, usually titles, that people use when referring to others. They show politeness and respect.” He reached over, to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “Mister, sir, missus, doctor, Your Honor– those are all honorifics. And we’re family now, Lottie. You don’t need to use these words with either Logan or I.”
He was going to have to start teaching them soon. Unlike Logan, Caliban had a naturally high IQ and a knowledge of many different subjects. English literature was his favorite, but it wouldn’t be hard to teach them basic math and reading. Just enough to get them into school somewhere. Just enough to ensure they wouldn’t flounder out there.
“You’re a very good doctor, Lottie. I feel better already.” His smile stayed, even when she mentioned Logan. Especially when she mentioned Logan. “I do, actually. He’s always getting himself hurt and in trouble, and who else is there to take care of him but good old Caliban?”
As he’s explaining the word honorifics, Charlotte’s head starts to spin. She’s picking up on words like mister, sir, and missus but the word doctor had caused her to stiffen. However, that feeling simmers down, relaxing when Caliban mentions the word family. Family didn’t need honorifics, which caused the young mutant to nod her head, as chocolate curls bounced against her back. “ I get it now! “ she claims, a smile that seems impossible for someone whose been dealt the bad hand. Even though she understands, she’s telling her self repeatedly what honorific’s means. She wanted to relay what she learned to the other kids. She stops her motions for a moment, the towel drapes over his arm when he states that he’s feeling better. The corner of her lips curve upwards as she exclaims “ I helped take care of him to! He was sweating real bad! --------- That mean’s were both good doctors! “ a moment of pride, as she sets both hands on her hips. A slight nod, before she takes the towel off his arm and folds it back neatly. “ Hey Caliban . . what does a family do together? “ her pride slowly shifts to curiosity once more. “ Are there other families like us to? “
CALIBAN
“I would prefer it if you didn’t, Lottie. We’re family now, aren’t we? You don’t have to use honorifics with family.”
He slouched his back, making it easier for her to reach his face. The chill of the frost chased away the heat of the burns and brought a half-smile to his lips. She was such a sweet thing, despite everything she had been through; born in a lab, trained to fight and kill, had her entire world destroyed in front of her eyes– and yet here she was, tending to his wounds with such careful consideration. It warmed his heart.
“You’re very kind, Lottie. Do you doctor the rest of the children as well?”
" Family doesn’t use honorifics! " the word family seems to be a keyword that tugs at her heart in a a good way. They were expanding and recovering from the loss from parental figures. Charlotte hadn’t been able to say good-bye to her mom ( the nurse that took care of her ), when she ushered her to keep running, don’t look back and go. “ What’s honorifics mean? “ as joyful as she is, her curiosity tends to bud into the conversation. So few educated, Charlotte has become curious about the world around her. “ Is that what you call honorifics? ----- When I used Mister? “ slowly getting onto her knees on the chair, as she just presses lightly. Cold butterfly kisses, even a gentle ice breeze that rolls over his arm as a hiss before she stops to answer. Mist flowed from every word “ Sometimes, but that’s only when they have a fever or there foods to hot! “ a goofy grin, as she slides off the chair and scurries to the other side. “ BUT I guess I’m the doctor, “ amusing idea, might even go along with it and call herself doctor. “ Do you doctor Logan? “ observing the two adults beforehand, during their travels.
CALIBAN
Caliban watched with amusement as the young one lifted her arm. Her observation was quite correct; their skin tones were nowhere near similar. She was a lovely golden bronze color, while his skin was as thin and as white as paper. He almost asked what she was doing, almost questioned her thoughts, when she lifted the rag into view.
The cool touch against his skin was instant relief. After days of traveling, days of ignoring his wounds in favor of their safety, even the smallest kindness was enough to have him relaxing. They still had a long way to go, but he could forget about that for the moment.
the heart of a child, indeed.
“Please, Charlotte, just– just call me Caliban. And, yes, it’s easing the pain, thank you. I can do it, though, if you would prefer.”
She’s careful, cautious, and considerate of how she moves the towel against blistered skin. Compared to porcelain skin that was almost transparent to red splotches, it’s easy to tell how much it hurts. Plus, she finds his skin tone to be interesting and pretty in it’s own way. “ You don’t mind not being called Mister? “ she ask, finding it foreign to her tongue when they’ve been instructed as kids to address the people in charge as sir. Mister was a little bit of a stretch but nothing close to being distant in calling out to the older male. “ You can call me Lottie than if you want and I’ll call you Caliban, “ she smiles, even more so that she’s helped ease the discomfort. “ I can do it ---------- I like doing it, “ she lifts the rag once more to her mouth, adding another layer of frost. Instead of touching his arm, she pats gently at his cheek. “ If you want. I can ice one of the hats for you, when we go out? “ an offer that might seem small to others but greater to those, who watch closely.
charlotte also goes by lottie and she’s a bit of an impatient cinnamon roll, when it comes to food. when it’s just been cooked and she’s told to wait till it cools down? she’s just munching on it as she cools it down . . inside her mouth.
LAURA ⁽ ᵏᶦᶫᶫᶦᶰᵍᵇʳᵃᶰᵈ⋅ ⁾
She stares at the sleeping figure, unaware of who he was but the fact that he came with Laura. He mustn't be that bad if Laura trusted him, enough to bring him to Eden. Caramel orb’s just watch as he breaths and she’s quick to catch the sweat beading from his forehead. Her hand extends forward, touching his skin a couple times with her fingertips. “ Él no se ve hasta bueno, “ she whispers, pulling her hand back to only compare the momentary touch with her body temperature. “ ¿Le debo refrescar abajo? “ her mouth opening as a soft gust of cold air fills the corner of the room.
CALIBAN ⁽ ʰᵉᶫᶦᶜᵖʰᵒᵇᶦᵃ⋅ ⁾
Warm caramel hue’s just stare at his skin, pale compared to her own. Charlotte suddenly rest her arm beside his, comparing their complexion and wondering if he’s ever been outside more than once. As she’s consumed with the thought, she notices his skin and the burns that rippled porcelain flesh. She wonders if it hurts and without a second thought, she rummages through her back. Lifting the brown rag to her mouth, a stream of cold air coats the fabric before she gently strokes his skin. “ Does that feel better, Mr. Caliban? “ tilting her head, as she looks at him, hoping she didn’t do anything to rash.
starter call from this cutie pie !!
“ Nothing burns like the cold. ” logan canon x-23 experiment: charlotte sideblog written by roshel mutuals only
