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@magswasright
one for your enemy, one for yourself
Erik thinking as hard as he can about some certain number or color and waiting for Haven to pick it up
FUCKDJNF its like when youre in a grocery store and you suddenly wonder if telepaths exist so you just think HEY ARE THERE ANY TELEPATHS HERE as loudly as possible
Erik starting to suspect Haven is a low level telepath who just never realized it because how the hell else is she so empathetic and always knows what's up with people especially if they're hurting (fun fact this is Hex's actual theory and I've had someone else say they think she could be a latent Inhuman "or something") also starts thinking maybe that would explain her interest in mutant welfare she must have been biologically drawn to her genetic kin
whEEZES honestly yes
Mags: "Mutant culture! Mutant art! Mutant music! These things must be created and celebrated and protected!" Chrome: "hey this mutant band is having a concert would you like to g--" Mags" "no"
fffCUCK
Y E PĀ
(not that Fabian would ever actually fucking say this in front of Mags, but) "God, the legs on her." "YES. MUTANT LEGS TO RACE TO THE REVOLUTION. MUTANT LEGS TO KICK THE FOUNDATION OF OPPRESSION OUT FROM UNDER THOSE WHO PROFIT FROM IT. MUTANT LEGS TO TRAMPLE ALL WHO STAND IN OUR WAY." "PRECISELY MY LORD." (also if you have a headache get off the computer, have some water, and nap, you egg <3)
kfjhdjSDKFJSDHF MUTANT LEGS TO RACE TO THE REVOLUTION
IāM FUCKING LOSING IT
I think Fabian saying something and Erik relating it back to The Cause and Fabs acting like THAT IS TOTALLY WHAT HE MEANT ALL ALONG will become my new fave running joke now
HONESTLY SAME
(ALSO SORRY FOR SHORT RESPONSES I HAVE A HEADACHE <3)
You: *has muse that makes speeches * You: *hates writing speeches* Me: * has muse that will make ALL THE SPEECHES FOR YOURS* Me: *and also that muse's twig friend who won't shut up either*
THANK G-DĀ
@profxisajerk (from here)
Thatās not quite what Charles is asking, and it frustrates him, not being able to put his thoughts into words. Of course, he could simply project his thoughts into Erikās mind. But heās remembering what Erik told him, so long ago: āYou think because you can see into my head you know how it feels? Youāre looking in the wrong place, Charles.ā
āItās been a long time since I had to guess,ā Charles says, quietly. āHow do you tell what someone is feeling? How do you - feel it?ā
Erik stares at him, in that flat, mildly curious way, turning the question over in his mind. It makes sense, he supposes, to ask that, the same way Erik might question how someone can just not knowĀ where they are based on the earthās magnetic field. But feeling someone elseās emotions?Ā
āYou... donāt,ā he says simply.Ā āOr I donāt. I never really understood...ā Something lingers there, in the back of his mind. A set of flashcards. He shoves it away, concentrates on tracing his fingertips up and down Charlesā arm instead, watching them move.Ā
āI donāt think you can really feelĀ what someone else is feeling without telepathy. You can only read it from their behaviour.ā
Charles is curled up in Erik's arms and in Erik's mind, comfortable in the cold, sharp-edged trap that is Erik's brain. "Sometimes I envy you, Erik," he says. "You never doubt."
āSome would say I could use a little doubt, now and then,ā Erik murmurs, arms wrapped securely around the telepath. The side of his face is pressed affectionately to the top of Charlesā head, cheek occasionally rubbing against the smoothness there, intrigued by the texture.Ā āBut I donāt blame you. I canāt imagine constantly second-guessing.ā
"Erik?" It's an idle thought, one that causes Charles to turn over in bed and nudge his bedmate in the shoulder. "What's it like? Not being able to read minds?"
He twitches at the nudge, glaring sharply over his shoulder before the question distracts his attention entirely. Erik blinks at him, then rolls onto his other side to face Charles, tucking an arm under the pillow. Heās heard countless people ask what itās like to be ableĀ to read minds, never the other way around, and it fascinates him. He almost says, couldnāt you just read my mind and find out?, but thinks better of it, considering.
āYou never know what anyoneās thinking or feeling, ever.ā He shrugs one shoulder, watching Charlesā face in the half-light.Ā āEven if they tell you - you donāt know if theyāre lying or not. You simply have to guess.ā
āIn so many ways, Charles Xavier was the most decent and honorable and caring man Iāve ever known. But I realize now, he was also the most ruthless.ā
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Every morning, I wake up and forget just for a second that it happened. But once my eyes open, it buries me like a landslide of sharp, sad rocks. Once my eyes open, Iām heavy, like thereās to much gravity on my heart.
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Iāll be good, Iāll be goodĀ for all of the times I neverĀ could.
IM LAUGHING UR ERIK AND MY SHAW SENT CHARLES THE SAME DAMN ASK
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Charles looked exhausted and defeated when he came to bed that night. He lifted himself into bed alongside Erik and reached out for him. His hands were shaking.
Heās been aware of Charlesā approach since the wheelchair first drew into the hallway, sleepily watching the doorway to wait for him. Erik doesnāt say anything as Charles prepares for bed; heās still half-asleep (which is a rarity in itself) until the bed dips on Charlesā side, and he reaches out for Erik like heās ready to collapse.
āCharles,ā Erik murmurs, shifting himself up a little to gather Charles into his arms, hooking one leg around both of the otherās to draw them close, too. Erik gives off heat like a furnace, nuzzling his face into the top of Charlesā head and stroking a hand soothingly between his shoulder blades.
āBist du gut?ā He still sounds somewhat sleepy, but itās wearing off fast. āWhatās wrong?ā