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A small slip of Fate | Charles & Raven | Closed
The day started like any other day. It has been not so long when Charles'… or rather their mom had married this new man and brought not only a step-father into their life but a step-brother as well. Raven wasn’t very found of them. She overheard them talking a couple of times and they reminded her so much of those people she once called her parents. She didn’t like Kurt and the way he talks about people who are different and she hated Cain for just adopting his fathers thoughts and teasing her since he first saw her and he was teasing Charles and that was something she hated even more.
Today their mom had this great idea to bring them out to the mall. ’ The first real family day’ she said while watching the maid dressing Raven and doing her hair. Family day, as if their mother really cared. She didn’t even realize that her own child had a gift that she wasn’t her daughter and that charles just made her believe it.
She looked down at herself the dress she had on was one of her favourites not only because she liked it but because it was a present from Charles. She pulled on her shoes and got her coat, another gift from Charles well at least Charles made his mother buy it for her.
She walked down the stairs to the front door where the rest of the family was already waiting. On her way down she met Charles. " I don’t want to go out with them.. I want to play in the backyard and climb trees again or let the kite fly, but not going out with those…. morons.” she whispered on their way down and put on a fake smile as they met the rest of the family as they made their way outside.
Charles had been moping around the house all morning. At dinner the night before they had been told about this 'outing', though he really didn't know why, everyone hated the idea.
Still, it was Sharon Xavier's choice, as their mother and his new wife. It was all supposed to be an entirely normal trip, and yet Charles couldn't help the dread that filled him. Going through puberty, his powers had been heightening, sometimes he would lose grasp of them completely, if he wasn't careful.
The thought of that many people in one place, a place where he had to be, it was terrifying. He didn't want to hurt anyone, if he lost control.
He smiled wearily, as he saw Raven, looking beautiful in the clothes he had 'suggested' their mother buy for her. He smiled as he saw her, a lot of the tension leaving his body.
"It's okay, Raven," He spoke gently, as he got up and grasped her hand. "It'll just be us, we can ignore them."
He pulled her towards the group, the Marko's and Sharon waiting at the door. Mentally, he sent, Besides, don't you want mother to buy you more pretty clothes? Despite the foreboding feeling he had, Charles wanted to spoil Raven as much as possible. She deserved all the nicest things in the world...
Kissing her soft blonde hair, Charles grabbed his own coat, and ushered them out the door.
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Out of Our Control @mutxntrage
It had been a difficult month, since the incidents at the White House. After speaking to his future self, Charles had attempted to strive towards the future he had seen; a future where he accepted himself, wholly, and didn't rely on the serum to block out the white noise constantly echoing in his head.
Sighing, he poured himself another drink, having lost count what number this one would be a long while ago. His thoughts took a darker turn, memories of his mother passed out brought forth in a twisted parallel to his own new habits.
He couldn't help himself, though. It seemed that every time he found the strength to try and better himself, something was always there to tear his resolve away.
Today, it had been a radio report. A mutant had infiltrated a government facility and lay waste to it. Whether it was Raven or Erik, Charles didn't know, but either person was a little too painful to think on at present.
Taking another swig of the whiskey, welcoming the familiar burn in his throat, Charles eyed the contents of the lovely ornate table before him. Before him lay his usual whiskey bottle, and a rather tempting syringe, brought to him by Hank.
"I'm sorry..." He apologised to the silent night air, hand reaching out slowly to stroke the needle. "I am not strong enough to hope, not after I've lost everything again."
With that, he grabbed the container of liquid, fastening elastic around his upper arm and injecting the serum, sighing in contentment as the voices in his head faded into a dull whisper.
Charles! — Mr.Xavier?!” Bo stood outside the acadmey and pounded on the front door “Professor!”
"What is it, dear? It's quite early, you'll wake the whole house with that banging." Charles sent out mentally to the girl, as he wheeled to the door.
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It had been a long time since Charles had felt happy. Sitting in Xavier Mansion, wallowing in his own self pity, he had been taking the serum with reckless abandon, much to Hank's dismay.
It had been a few months since the White House, since Erik and Raven had left his side once more, and Charles was struggling to hope, as his future self had told him. Nightmares plagued him in the darkness, and reality haunted him in the daytime. Charles' life seemed as though it were nothing but a cruel joke, with no punchline.
"I can't do this, not anymore.." He whispered to himself, cradling his aching head in his hands. He had formed a plan, weeks prior to this, a plan to end all the pain and loneliness within him.
He had taken Hank's serum stash and left his comfortable home. He'd taken up in an apartment in New York, a working man's condo, and had made arrangements this morning that would secure him a job.
He had set up a brand new life, a human one, where he would be content. All that remained was for him to forget this one, to forget Charles Xavier, and the pain he carried with him.
Sitting awkwardly in his chair, he began to concentrate. He delved into his own mind, locking away thoughts and memories. Doors once opened in his mind were shut, locked and unable to be accessed. It felt as though it had been hours he'd sat there, before he finally blacked out.
Once he woke up, he would be a different man; Max Eisenhardt. His last fleeting thought before he succumbed to the blackness was wondering whether Hank had sent Erik the letter, handing over the deeds to the mansion and explaining he had left.
Here Comes The Mirror Man @brokentelepath
Hank had warned him not to push himself too far, he’d only just detoxed and begun to flex his mind again, and Cerebro was slowly adapting to that. Hank put him in for an hour, weaning him back onto Cerebro the same way he’d weaned him off of the serum. He still wasn’t used to it, of course he wasn’t, but he was trying so very hard. He closed his eyes as he slipped the helmet on, the familiar jolt of electricity making his eyes snap open. Hands tighten on the wheelchair.
Unbeknownst to Hank, he’d been extending his reach beyond the country, spanning the whole world as he had before, before his legs had been lost and when Erik had been by his side, holding his hand as he marvelled at the colourful minds.
He was afraid to touch the minds of others now, remembering the stream of dying consciousness’s he’d touched. But he tried, because Logan had told him he had to, he’d told him to start the school and Hank was teaching him, aiding him in this way. He closed his eyes and he let Cerebro guide him, controlling the distance with mere nudges. He’d found his serenity that the serum had hidden, and finding that centre point between anger and hopelessness. He felt his mind stretch out and reach for someone, anyone that could respond.
He felt a touch to his mind and he frowned, zeroing in on the mind he could find that didn’t feel like any of the others. He let out a slow breath and slowly reached out to touch it, closing his eyes as he forced himself to think, to envelope it.
Hello?
He'd let himself go, when he felt it. Teetering on the edge of paralysis, he'd allowed his mind to run free when it brushed against another.
Hello? Had echoed through him, and Charles jolted. Another telepath? Obviously, he scolded himself, but it was odd... Somehow this mind felt familiar. He tried to reach out, clutching at a whiskey bottle like a lifeline as he threw his mind as far as he could, wincing at the onslaught of stray minds he touched as he did.
It had been far too long since he had found another telepath, and this one was intriguingly familiar.
Hello, who is this? He paused, then with a pause projected, This is Charles Xavier, I'm a mutant, like you. If you are in trouble I can help you.
Not that he really knew how much help he could be in his state, Hank and he hadn't recruited anyone in a long time.
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Phantom of the Opera sentences pack
"Think of me."
"Make your choice."
"We've past the point of no return."
"I've been there."
"But in his eyes, all the sadness in the world."
"He'll always be there."
"That's all I ask of you."
"Keep your hand at the level of your eye."
"From birth, it seemed."
"Can you even dare to look?"
"Fear can turn to love."
"These things do happen."
"Track down this murder."
"He must be found!"
"You're only saying this to please me."
"Touch me. Trust me."
"Savor each sensation."
"Let your darker side give in."
"This is mad!"
"What answer can I give?"
"Friend, or phantom?"
"Wildly my mind beats against you."
"So lost, so helpless."
"Look at your face in the mirror."
"See why in shadow I hide?"
"I denied you."
"Speak, I listen."
"My soul was weak, forgive me."
"Enter at last, master."
"You will have to pay the bill! Tangle in the winding sheets."
"My salary has not been paid."
"Gossip's worth its weight in gold."
"Where is he?!"
"Where is she?!"
"I want an answer!"
"I take it that you sent me this note."
"What's all this nonsense?"
"Promise never to tell!"
"Hide your face so the world will never find you."
"It's him! I know it, it's him!"
"Remain calm. It was an accident, simply an accident."
"I fought so hard to free you."
"Why make her lie to you to save me?"
"The world showed no compassion to me."
"I love her. Does that mean nothing?"
"Leave me here. Go now, don't wait."
"It's over now, the music of the night!"
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"If they could make me stop loving you —That would be the greatest betrayal." George Orwell, 1984.
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Dirty Dancing Cherik au….
Charlie arrives at Kellerman’s holiday camp thinking that there is nothing more important in the world than joining the Peace Corps and fighting for equal rights.
That’s until he meets the handsome, intense and leather clad dancing instructor Erik.
Erik’s had...
There are some RPers on here that I seriously love and admire but I can’t think of a decent plot, so I just stalk from afar. OTL
Here Comes The Mirror Man @brokentelepath
It had been a long time since he had used Cerebro, the machine gathering dust once more after Logan had left them. Hank had attempted to coax him into using it, locating mutants and exhuming the school to it's former glory.
He stood, brushing his fingers over the grey matter on the helmet and sighing; the comforting brush of other people's minds no longer there as he walked from the room.
It had been a long time since he had felt it, the presence of a thousand minds flowing about his own, but he couldn't bring himself to stop taking the serum. It was an addiction, the drug, helping him go about his everyday life, without the chance of reaching his mind out to the wrong person.
He felt as though he was betraying Logan, and all the others he had seen in the future, through Logan's eyes. More than that, he felt like he was betraying himself.
He left Cerebro to Hank, who cited that he had modifications to try on the machine before he headed to sleep, to which Charles nodded and left him to it.
Travelling through the large house, Charles found himself in the sitting room, a place he had become far too familiar with in recent years. He sat heavily in his expensive leather chair, staring at the chessboard in front of him, still frozen in place all these years later.
Where has the time gone? He thought to himself, getting up and pouring two fingers of scotch into a crystal tumblr. What am I doing to myself..? Sitting back down, he closed his eyes, wandering if he would ever truly find the courage to hope again.