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@prcfessorx-blog
"Can I kiss you?"
Charles had been a little caught off guard, it had been evident in the shocked expression on his face. After quickly composing himself, he smiled. ”Well, we are supposed to be a couple. It doesn’t hurt if we act like one.”
( &. regeneratingdegenerate )
"Who are ya? Maybe your name will ring a few bells.”
"Charles Xavier. Does that ring any of your bells?"
( &. oftragedies )
’ nice to meet you, charles. i’m elena & i’d be happy to help. where do you need to be? ‘
"The pleasure is all mine, Elena. I suppose the main building. I am required to fill out some paper work before I start teaching. Probably to make extra sure that I'm not a serial killer."
( &. telepathiiic )
❛ where’s the fun in that ?❜
"I think you have too much fun already."
→ xsonusfluctu. → ahackerorahero. → daggerhappy. → inkedeyesmouthinglies. → prcfessorx.
( &. jesslynshepard )
’ sorry, what were you saying? ‘
"That you should pay attention, but it seems to be a wasted effort."
I haven't been on here the past couple of days. c: so I'm going to do some things on here.
au where Charles and Eric get three chances from fate and you know what they say about the third time being the charm
Aka a cliche reincarnation au I’m not motivated enough to write gif credit to amarriageoftrueminds x
prcfessorx - closed
( & only for a friend. )
❝ thank you so much for doing this. ❞
( gratitude was clear in her tone, but now, as they were taking the last few turns to kate’s aunt alma’s house, she could feel her nerves really setting in. )
Slight regret about agreeing to this arrangement started to build inside of him, but he decided to hide it. There was no point anyhow. It wasn't as if he could exactly go back on his promise now. Though he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
"You're going to have to make it up to me for the rest of your life."
A teasing smile formed on his lips as he glanced over at her. Charles took her hand in his own and gave it a light squeeze.
"You're welcome."
Send "Can I kiss you?" to see how my muse responds.
single dad and his daughter’s kindergarten teacher.
( & fracturedxinnocence. )
He could remember his head touching the pillow and unconsciousness taking over his body slowly at first, then rather quickly. Why then was he in his study? Though it didn't exactly look like his study, but he had a feeling it was. The desk was in the same place and the couch was positioned correctly, but something was off. Where there were usually scattered papers — - there was nothing. No books. None of his scribblings. It was his study, but it was rather bare.
Charles went up to his desk and attempted to open a drawer. It didn't want to budge at all. Brows pulled together as he realized how strange this was. Out of the corner of his eye he saw something — - rather two somethings that weren't there before. A woman with dark hair holding a folder. It was his thesis statement, the one he had delivered before officially becoming a professor. The thesis usually sat in the drawer he had been attempting to open.
"You shouldn't touch things that are not yours." Who was this woman and why was she in his dream? Assuming this was a dream. It felt more real than any others he's had as of late. "Who are you?" It was impossible to dream of someone you've never met. The consciousness could only ever compose faces a persons seen when they were dreaming, but he was positive he's never seen her before. "I really hope this is a dream and I'm not going — -" crazy.
( & doe eyes. )
❞ hm… okay i have something in mind ! ❝ ( if this is true, tell me the color of my eyes. )
"And here I was hoping for something a bit more challenging." A teasing smile. "Brown. Though some imaginative people would go as far to describe your eyes as chocolate brown, seeing as they are darker than most."
( & stubborn. )
"—I don’t want to go see Hank…" Theodora replied stubbornly, letting out a huff as her hair went from light brown to a reddish color with annoyance settling in as she crossed her arms across her chest. Patience was something she had never had, nor would she ever get.
An exhausted sigh falls from his lips as he turns from his work towards her. Almost all day and night he's been working on this project, nearly finished with it. So he may have been a little anxious to get it done. "What do you need Theodora? I must concentrate."
( & perceptive one. )
’ you’re a new face. ‘
"Charles Xavier or Professor. Though I prefer Charles. I assume you go to Whitmore, correct? Perhaps you could help me, I'm a little lost."
( & lunatic in a mask. )
"I dunno, man, I’m almost positive I’ve seen you someplace.” A beat. “Do you do movies?”
"I'm afraid I do not. I've never been that great of an actor."
