I am pretty. I am loved.

If I say I'm okay, they tell me I'm crazy. If I say I'm crazy, they up my dose.

[lcgixn-blog]

Starter call

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I may need to make a gifset now O.O

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❛ I think there’s a FLAW in my code,                                    These voices won’t leave me alone… ❜

                                                  indie fem!charles xavier. selective and non-mutuals only.

[lcgixn-blog]

Starter Call.

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People should send me things to write meta on.

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He feels it. As if a something has been revealed and his mind was leading him somewhere. It’s someone he had been looking for a long time now, one he thought gone. He couldn’t feel his presence, not even with Cerebro and Charles let years gone by, trying and failing everytime. He is with the younger group of mutants when it happens; as if someone was pulling on his mind. There is no doubt about who it was.

And Charles leaves the school at the hands of the teachers as for now, he needs to deal with this on his own. As usual, his past had come to haunt him in the worst imaginable possible. But there is a glimmer of hope, as he now knows for certain that his son is alive. And for what he can feels; a very POWERFUL mutant on his own right.  He goes with only his most trusted allies; Hank, Scott and Jean join him but he tells them to not to intervene until he tells them too.

Matching the coordinates its easy now, what was an empty void before now has a live, dirty blond young man that he can see perfectly. Where he finds him its all forest and trees, much like the Mansion, it seems to be hidden away from society. A place for mutants to live. It fills Xavier’s heart with hope to see more communities of mutants thrive and gather together. David. He calls, mind to mind; his voice clear and loud, making his presence known.

Charles closes his eyes for one second to dwell on the prospect at hand. The man he is about to meet is his son. And he was still very much in danger. Because of him. I’m here to answer all of your questions, David. How can he introduce himself but to arrive at the place; his wheelchair stopping at the entrance,  his friends by his side. “Stay here. I’m sure Mrs. Bird will be delighted to show you around the grounds.” And he enters alone. And waits. 

He can feel the presence of his mind so close that he finds it overwhelming. But he overcomes it as he speaks once again. “I believe I owe you and your friends some explanations.”  || @lcgixn 

[lcgixn-blog]

[one thing david knows is that CHANGE is inevitable. these last few months have been filled with constant change. his understanding of who he is has changed dramatically. he went from being david haller, the sweet boy who grew into a sick, SCHIZOPHRENIC man to david haller, the adopted MUTANT with a parasitic entity feeding off his power. lies and secrets started coming to the surface and suddenly his bizarre life started to make sense. things slowly fell into place and yet, as the puzzle came together, it only revealed MORE gaps. more missing pieces.]

[but he’s pretty good with patience, surprisingly. he knows that the pieces will be found if he takes the necessary steps to do so. but he’s also unsure if he wants too. what if the answers he gets leads not to where he hopes but somewhere WORSE. if he were to find his real parents only to have them turn him away. or to find out they’re dead and now he suddenly feels like little orphan annie. but a larger part of him needs the truth. needs to know why? but, trouble is, he hasn’t a clue where to start.]

[maybe that’s not going to be his problem, however. it’s startling. he hears an unfamiliar voice calling his name and his first instinct is not to respond. strange voices have never been a good thing and it could very well be this shadow king tricking him. but the voice speaks again and it doesn’t have the familiarity of lenny/king/shadow king. it’s like the other voices. the ones he’s learned are other people. and it’s out there. not inside of him. and it feels safe. which isn’t SUSPICIOUS but david is willing to take a risk if it leads to even just one answer.]

[feet move through the halls focusing on the location of the voice. he knows it-he-is here. WHOEVER he is and that’s mildly concerning. whoever it is went through effort to find them. to find him. he wonders if perhaps he should bring someone along but there’s a STRANGE sensation that this is something he has to do alone. that is between himself and whoever is waiting.]

[entering, he wasn’t sure what he was expecting but it certainly wasn’t this. there’s a man sitting calmly in a wheelchair and david has to blink because it’s so simple but feels so odd. a little voice in his head whispers the thought he’d been trying to AVOID, ‘is this your father?’ but he shakes it away. suddenly he’s the damn bird in a book he remembers, asking everyone, ‘are you my mother?’ though in his case it’s, ‘are you my father?’ david is silent for a moment before realizing that it’s his turn to speak. he looks around then back at the man.]

                                       ❛ ——I’m sorry. Who are you? Does-Does Melanie know you’re in here?❜

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→open for               ↪ ALL

[they wanted you.

                                                                                                      or maybe they didn’t.

no. no. no. they WANTED you. it just wasn’t safe. it was a bad time and they needed to keep you safe.

                                                                 did they really? why would they if the bad man was gone?

you had a family that LOVED you. my father must have loved me enough to give me to someone who would keep me SAFE and far from the evil. he must have known that Lenny-whatever that things name is- wouldn’t be down forever. so he wanted to hide me. protect me.

                                                                                                          and how did THAT work out?]

       ❛ ——I guess…the question now is, who am I? That’s what I need to know.❜

[monimxgination-blog]

                           “Imagination is the golden-eyed monster that never sleeps. It must be fed; it cannot be ignored.”

                                                    ―Patricia A. McKillip

                                                                          indie multimuse penned by demi.

[somehcpe-deactivated20171024]

❛ I think there’s a FLAW in my code,                                    These voices won’t leave me alone… ❜

                                                  indie fem!charles xavier. selective and non-mutuals only.

[mossomness]

[somehcpe-deactivated20171024]

❛ I think there’s a FLAW in my code,                                    These voices won’t leave me alone… ❜

                                                  indie fem!charles xavier. selective and non-mutuals only.

[mykingackles]

shouldn’t we be trying to get better, get out? 

[fxlegion]

david haller’s british rational mind

[fxlegion]

charles xavier references in chapter 7

[lcgixn-blog]

→open for               ↪ ALL

[they wanted you.

                                                                                                      or maybe they didn’t.

no. no. no. they WANTED you. it just wasn’t safe. it was a bad time and they needed to keep you safe.

                                                                 did they really? why would they if the bad man was gone?

you had a family that LOVED you. my father must have loved me enough to give me to someone who would keep me SAFE and far from the evil. he must have known that Lenny-whatever that things name is- wouldn’t be down forever. so he wanted to hide me. protect me.

                                                                                                          and how did THAT work out?]

       ❛ ——I guess...the question now is, who am I? That’s what I need to know.❜

[lcgixn-blog]

Now, more than ever, I want a Charles.