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aint-nothing-but‌:

Rachel took this to mean they’d both be staying. “Okay.” She chose her seat tactically, positioning herself slightly behind the other girl so as to keep an eye on her but remain out of view so Klara could feel alone. She tapped her fingers on the back of her book in thought. She really shouldn’t but who would it hurt if she just peaked in to check and see... No, it was impolite, this wasn’t life or deal, she was just being nosy. You could always ask her you know? a voice of reason in her head offered. The paranoid shut down that suggestion almost instantly. She wasn’t meant to draw attention to herself. However she thought she had a compromise:

Tell me. She whispered into the girls subconscious. Tell the red haired girl behind you whats wrong. She might be able to help.

Klara had had her brain played with before. Growing up as she had meant other mutants using their powers on her at the whim of her handlers. There was no secrets in her mind to them. But this was different. Subtle enough that she barely noticed the push in her subconsciouss. Not sure why she had the urge to tell the girl what had happened.

She looks at the redhead, biting her lip. “Do... Do you know what to do when you hurt somebody... and they don’t want you to talk to them? How to... make them stop hurting?”

#c:rachel

shxninglight‌:

Darcy sighs, rubbing Klara’s shoulder with her thumb in soothing circles. “You won’t know unless you try,” she says encouragingly. She wished she knew more about the situation, so she didn’t have to give such general advice, but she wasn’t exactly friends with Klara. It felt rude to pry and Darcy didn’t like prying anyway. Unless it was Reyna, because again, siblings. “I feel like, sometimes, you might have good intentions but if you think you know what’s best for people without asking… Well… You usually end up with a mess.”

Darcy’s trying to help, that’s clear. But as she says that you usually end up with a mess, Klara feels a sob escape her. She can’t help it, can’t hold it in. A mess, that was what she had. Pietro, shredded to the point that he looked like he was dying. Charlotte, not talking to her. Alisa, dead and leaving Klara with a grief she’d not expected after the betrayal she’d hardly processed. It was too much to hold, especially for a girl so unused to dealing with any emotions.

#c:darcy

shxninglight‌:

Darcy feels herself deflate like it’s her own problem. She always felt too much, took other’s problems personally. Slowly as not to scare her, she puts her hand on Klara’s shoulder. “It’s like that sometimes. Sometimes… things are a bit more complex than a little argument that you can laugh off or forget about the next day.” Sometimes sorry doesn’t even begin to cut it, like why Reyna won’t even talk to their mother despite her apologies. “Just show her, you know? Show her rather than tell her.”

Klara appreciates Darcy’s attempts to comfort her, the way she slowly puts her hand on her shoulder. It lets Klara relax into the touch somewhat, tension releasing from her shoulders as her posture slumps a little. “What if... What if I just hurt her more? I thought I was doing the right thing, but all it did was hurt people.” Maybe she was like Alisa.

#c:darcy

shxninglight‌:

That could mean a lot of things in a place like this. And Darcy knew Klara had a bad history in the Danger Room. But it didn’t seem like she was talking about a physical type of hurt. Darcy licks her lips, thinking about how to respond. She was never good with conflict, in fact she avoided it and in turn never really had the chance to hurt anyone’s feelings. Well, other than her sister but that’s just what siblings did. “Did you apologize?”

Klara nods, giving a sad smile and a shrug. “She said... That will not fix it,” she says. “That she needs time. Space.” Maybe it was selfish to think it, but Klara needed support too. She’d not yet really spoken to anyone about her disappearance. Still, she couldn’t force that on Charlotte. Especially not after hurting her already. Leaving. She sniffs, trying to keep the tears at bay.

#c:darcy

shxninglight‌:

Darcy’s frown deepens and she steps closer, hands bothering each other behind her back. “I’m sorry,” she says genuinely and then sits down on the couch, patting the spot beside her. “Do you wanna talk? I’m good at talking.” She gives her a big smile, “Well, and listening. I’m sure you need some listening.”

Klara was quiet for a moment, considering Darcy’s offer. For a second it seems almost like the teenager is going to ignore the offer entirely. Then, quietly, she says, “I hurt my friend. I didn’t mean to but...” She still did. Charlotte was hurt, and angry, and Klara couldn’t blame her.

#c:darcy

aint-nothing-but‌:

“You were here first.” Rachel said, matter-of-factually. She’d have had to be stupid to miss the girls puffy, blood-shot eyes or the sheen on her checks where tears had been hastily wiped aside. It was none of Rachel’s concern. Still, she watched with a small curiosity as to the severity did cross her mind. She pictured Kate crying in Olivier’s room. This needn’t be as serious as death, she thought. Unless it was, a voice reminded her. She aught not judge so harshly. “I can go elsewhere if you want to be alone. But I don’t mind sharing the room if you don’t.”

Klara supposed the other girl was right. Besides, she didn’t really know which bedroom she’d been staying in now--did she just pick one?--so she wasn’t sure where else to go. She could go find Pietro or Anna but she didn’t know where they were. “It’s okay,” she murmurs as she sits back down. Was this girl new? Or had she perhaps arrived during Klara’s absence? Either way, she doesn’t recognise her.

#c:rachel

energysponge‌:

Subconsciously, Olivier had walked here listening to thoughts of someone that was incredibly sad. He hadn’t meant to, but since he’d gotten back from the time rift, he hadn’t felt like himself. Normally he could turn it off, but randomly he would hear someone and just go to them. When he walked in the room, he finally discovered the origin of those thoughts. Immediately, he regretted even letting it get that far, but she looked like she needed someone to talk to. So, just like the X-Men from his time, Olivier would do his best to try to help the younger generation.

“Ain’t gotta leave ‘pon my arrival, chère.” Olivier gestures to the couch, hoping she will sit again, “Somethin’ on ya mind?”

Klara sinks back into the couch slowly, sniffing. “It’s...” She hesitates, tempted to say it was nothing, that she could handle it. Maybe that was the right thing to do, to handle it on her own. Or maybe to call it nothing would be more of an insult to Charlotte than she knew. Klara sighs. “I hurt my friend,” she admits.

#c:olivier

cfshatterstar‌:

“You don’t have to move.” Star admits with a wave of his hand. He moves to sit on one of the chairs, draping his legs over the arms of it. He had been bored, and didn’t know what else to do so that’s how he ended up in here.

He looks back over at the other with a grin. “You can sit back down, I’m good here.”

Klara hesitates, but decides to sit back down slowly. As the other grins, she offers a small smile back, wiping her face clean. She’s not met this man before, but she’s pretty sure that crying is not a good way to make a first impression. Not one she’d want anyway. “Hi,” she says after a couple moments silence. “I’m Klara.”

#c:star

shxninglight‌:

Darcy wasn’t able to find Reyna, which usually meant she was spending some time with Ophelia and she didn’t wanna interrupt that. So instead she goes wandering. From room to room, there were so many rooms in this freaking place, just talking to anyone she came across. When she comes into the lounge, she isn’t expecting to find a crying girl. Klara, she knew this girl. She was close to the guy Reyna swore she never dated.

“Hi, no, don’t…” she winces, still standing in the doorway. “If anyone should go, I should. You were here first-” She cuts herself off, not able to keep from asking. “Are you okay?”

Klara shakes her head quickly as Darcy says she should go, but ends up finding herself shaking her head at Darcy’s question. She freezes and looks at Darcy, considering lying for a moment. “No,” she admits, quiet and unsure. “Not really.”

#c:darcy

Klara wipes the tears from her face quickly when she hears footsteps entering the lounge room she sat in. Without a bedroom currently, she hadn’t known where to go and so ended up here, empty at the time. The conversation with Charlotte only cemented everything she’d felt in regretting leaving, cutting deeper with rejection. What irony, that her leaving out of fear of rejection from one she loved would lead to that exact thing from another.

“Um, hi. I can.. I can leave if you need this.. this room,” she says quickly, standing up from the couch.

#instistarter

clairvoyancx‌:

“You don’t,” she says firmly, turning to look her in the eye. It hurts to be so close to her, for her to even be in this room and she didn’t want her to be. There were enough empty rooms in this house and she’s sure Klara could have any one of them. But she didn’t want her in this one. “You don’t just fix it, it doesn’t work like that. You can’t just say the magic words and everything is okay.” Her parents dumped her here, erased the traces of her from their home and wrote her pretty little postcards like nothing had happened. Klara left with a goddamn note in her place, and now she was here asking for forgiveness like Charlotte should just give it to her. It wasn’t okay, and she didn’t have the energy to deal with it. Not yet. “I need time. I need space.”

It cuts deep, but Klara had never understood an implied instruction so clearly in her life. Swallowing back the tears she feels, ignoring the pressure in her throat, she nods. “Okay.” She takes one deep, shaky breath in. “Okay,” she says again, looking away and stepping back towards the door. She lingers in the doorway, glancing at Charlotte once more, before she leaves. Only once she’s gone does she feel the tears wet her face.

#c:charlotte

clairvoyancx‌:

It wasn’t the first time. Charlotte has seen it playing over and over like a loop, fuzzy and out of focus at times but sometimes right before her eyes. Sharp and in screaming color. She didn’t know what it meant, she didn’t know who it was even though the woman felt… It felt like Charlotte had met her before. And it was the mansion, smoldering and bodies laying everywhere. Her visions weren’t like this, they were direct. They were to the point, as her powers gave her the ability to predict a series of outcomes but this… This was like a bad omen and it left her nauseous and sick every time. “I’m fine,” she says sharply though she feels faint. “I’m going away for a few days, you’ll be moved out before I get back, right?”

Klara stops at the sharp tone, but she’s much closer to Charlotte now. If she reaches out, she could touch the blonde’s shoulder, try to comfort her. “Moved out?” Klara feels like she’s been punched in the gut. “I’m...” Of the house or of this room? She’s really not sure. “Charlotte, please. I need to... to explain. I’m sorry. I was wrong to go. But I thought... She told me... How do I fix this?” It’s a genuine question, as Klara flounders for answers. She can’t accept, not yet, that this might be unfixable.

#c:charlotte

clairvoyancx‌:

Charlotte doesn’t listen to her, partly because she doesn’t want to hear any excuses but also because her mutation decides now to show her things. Flashes, this room smoldering. It flickers, the image itself like flames. She drops the pair of jeans she’s holding to grip her head, eyes shut tight. In the smolder she sees a girl, no a woman. She’s staring back at Charlotte, and she’s crying. She’s mouthing something she can’t understand, and there’s something terribly familiar about her Charlotte can’t pin down. “What…” But when she opens her eyes like it’ll make her see better, the vision is gone. She presses her fingers to her aching head, glaring at Klara. “I really don’t want to hear it, you made your choice.” But it’s lacking some bite, her migraine overshadowing everything.

Klara swallows tightly, trying to hold back the emotion she feels. If she lets herself feel it, she’s going to start crying. But she can’t. If she cries, she’s convinced she’s going to lose Charlotte forever. That her emotions will seal the deal. And after everything she’s lost in the last few weeks--the hope of something more squashed by Alisa’s betrayal, followed by the confusing devastation she felt seeing Alisa die--she can’t lose Charlotte too. Not again. She doesn’t know what to say to fix it, but it doesn’t matter anyway. She stops trying to figure it out when Charlotte grips her head in pain. Whatever kept Klara at the door instead of stepping into her old room is gone, and she steps forward towards the blonde. “What is it? What’s hurting?”

#c:charlotte

clairvoyancx‌:

So she did understand. Charlotte thought that if she did then maybe she wouldn’t be so angry about it, and yet she can’t help the hurt that only grows within her. But she wasn’t a temperamental person, she didn’t know how to explode like most people here. Her anger was quiet, it hid and festered. She sets down her hair brush and stands up, crossing to her closet to pick out a few more clothes to throw in her overnight bag. It was a short trip, she reminds herself, but she thinks maybe if it seems like she’s packing more then Klara would feel a modicum of how she felt when she found her best friend gone.

Klara watches helplessly as Charlotte packs a bag instead of responding to her. She wants to protest, to somehow make her listen, but to what? To excuses about how Alisa got in her head? What if that wasn’t enough? What if it couldn’t be enough? She knows what she did hurt Charlotte, but she doesn’t know what will fix it. “Charlotte...” she tries, but words fail her. How did it hurt this much? “I wish I’d...” What did it matter what she wished? Wishing didn’t change anything. It didn’t change how Alisa had tricked her, tried to bring her back and then kill her rather than let her escape. It didn’t change that all Klara had left behind was a letter. It didn’t fix this.

#c:charlotte

clairvoyancx‌:

Charlotte looks away at the apology, not anywhere near ready to accept it. Did Klara even know what she was apologizing for? She didn’t think Klara was incapable of understanding why and how badly she’d hurt her, but sometimes these simple interpersonal rules were hard for Klara. “What are you sorry for?” she asks blandly, before she can shut down completely from this conversation.

Klara looks down as Charlotte looks away. That guilt and shame that hits her... She’s never felt like this because of how she acted to someone before. For killing, sure, she’d had existential crises over that. But she’d never had to deal with a crisis like this before. “I hurt you,” she says after a moment. “I... I left.”

#c:charlotte

clairvoyancx‌:

Felix was going to take her on a trip, her cousin had gotten permission to take her out on the town as long as they were back before curfew and she was more than eager to go. She needed to get out of this place, see new faces. Breathe fresh air. It was hectic here, in everyone’s minds. Everywhere she turned she saw infinite possibilities like the future was spinning its wheel over and over again. It was nauseating. She sits at her vanity, applying a final swipe of lipgloss, when she hears Klara’s voice. Charlotte pauses, taking a deep breath and hoping maybe it’s just her powers at work now. But it isn’t, one glance in the mirror and seeing Klara standing there tells her that. “Klara.”

Klara bites her lip, feeling the rejection from Charlotte immediately. This is all still so new to her, and she’s never had to deal with a situation like this before. “I...” Did she start with an apology? An explanation? She couldn’t just act like things were alright. But this isn’t a fight or a mission; she doesn’t know what to do here. “I’m sorry,” she manages.

#c:charlotte

@clairvoyancx

Once she was well enough to leave the hospital wing, the first thing Klara wanted to do was find Charlotte. It had been so long since they’d spoken, and knowing that Charlotte had been... angry wasn’t making it easier. It takes a while, but finally she finds her friend. Worry grips her, but she has to fight through it. She knocks on the doorframe lightly and steps into the room. “Charlotte?”

#c:charlotte

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