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We’re two tornadoes; we can’t kiss without ripping each other apart.

Y.Z, A haiku on lovers that are too much of the same (via rustyvoices)

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  ( @fewkarats​​ ) liked for a short starter.   

   ❝ - are you the owner of this hotel? it’s beautiful. ❞  and also somehow TERRIBLE. Charles doesn’t need to reach out with his mind to feel the SORROW in this place. it feels, strangely, as if it has been built into the walls themselves. but it is beautiful - it’s gorgeous, he thinks, the architecture precise && elegant.

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magnetance:

❛   mmhm, because hank  &  i are such close pals  —-   ❜     it’s deadpanned, head canted to fix his friend with a pointed look that merely hints at his  SOUR  mood    (  he’s been harbouring it all evening, letting it simmer  &  brew ‘till he could find an appropriate outlet in whomever dares to test him  …  but naturally, a moment’s solitude with charles has cooled his jets  ).    there’s a weighted silence charged between them, sparked by the simplest contact.  

they seem to hover in time, hands clasped  &  sharing unspoken sentiment.  the silence prompts his tug, bringing charles to his feet   —  an effortless show of strength, but  GENTLE  in its execution.     ❛   do you need me to tuck you in as well?   ❜    smarmy, perhaps, but he can no longer keep his smile at bay. 

       ❝ well - ❞ Charles is interrupted by nothing at ALL. he trails off into the encroaching silence, feeling Erik’s skin - his hand doesn’t move, no, but the CONTACT - it’s like a burning brand against his own. and then he’s standing, in a move that shouldn’t make him dizzy but does, and Charles is suddenly awfully glad Raven isn’t around to observe him acting like a teenaged girl ( because that’s exactly how he’s acting, he’s coming to realize, and it’s somewhat befuddling and somewhat entirely logical ). and, well, the least he can do is tease back, to help himself feel as if perhaps, maybe he’s still on solid ground.

      ❝ it would be RUDE of me to refuse, wouldn’t it? ❞

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magnetance:

              a bark of laughter escapes him, shocking in its authenticity.  he feels lighter than he has in years, perhaps since childhood, before the dark depths of the world closed in upon him    (  charles’ presence lifts the weight of grief  &  rage from his shoulders  ;  it allows him to breathe freely, if only for a moment  ).   his dismissive gesture denies any need for food or rest,  but the glove compartment clicks open nonetheless   ——  yet another frivolous use of his abilities.     ❛   i’m fine, but raven’s  WRATH  scares me less than your mood on an empty stomach.   ❜    he grins, teeth bared,  &  leans to the passenger’s side.  his palm comes to rest against charles’ knee for support as he reaches blindly for a map.

    Charles offers him the best teacherly look he can muster, but he leans forward to tug the well-worn map from Erik’s grasping hand in a bid to help, despite his easily discarded pretense of being offended ( he loves hearing Erik laugh ). ❝ focus on the road, please. ❞ the map crackles as he unfolds it, thumbs smoothing out its edges. ❝ we’d best find some food, then, if i’m so very TERRIFYING. ❞ Charles hums softly, searching for the road they’re driving on. ❝ there’s a small town not so far off, I think.  there ought to be something there. ❞

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      ( @paathos​​​ ) liked for a short starter.         ❝ excuse me - would you mind telling me the TIME? ❞ Charles smiles, bringing his chair to rest beside her in the warm and welcoming coffee shop. ❝ i forgot my phone at home, unfortunately. i’ve become rather absentminded. ❞ a little white LIE; Charles has come specifically to see her.  

       ( he wants to be gentle, to show her she can TRUST him ).

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 ( out of thoughts )    new short starter call for mutuals. 

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calisvol:

  ‘ is that so ? well now , i can’t say i’ve been told this before , ‘ he replies with    a suave , crooked smirk , canting his head .

     ❝ you know, the general theories behind such oddities vary WILDLY based on culturally inherited ideas and surprisingly enough, morals, and one’s own personal history, and often influences even those of higher learning. it’s FASCINATING, really - except you weren’t expecting a lecture, i’m sorry.  ❞ 

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She’s never laughed like this before, in constellations and galaxies. Before him, she laughed in pebbles and dust but now every time she opens her mouth, stars whisper out with her words and her smile becomes the sun.

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jedimessiah:

❛  ━━━━━  YOU’RE  IN  THE  WRONG  BUILDING.  ❜  a happy lift of his lips,  ❛  looks like you’re a bit more than lost. i could take you if you wanted.  ❜

      ❝ thank you - i did try to follow the MAP, but -          well, here I am. Charles Xavier, a pleasure. ❞ 

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clearliquors:

                    he is  CONFLICTED,  to say the least. there is  FEAR,  of course;  uncertainty. the world war ii navy veteran wishes for this  POSSIBLE  threat gnawing at the core of his nation TO BE SILENCED   –––   the businessman wants to CUT A DEAL that could prove their MOST FRUITFUL since the american tobacco company.          ❛  likewise!  ❜     he’ll WAVE OFF the request with a smile:  xavier has always seemed more  PACIFIST  than his competitor.          ❛  what i think doesn’t  MATTER,  charlie, it’s the PUBLIC’S OPINION  that’s relevant.  &  we need to turn it to your  ADVANTAGE.  american citizens aren’t exactly your  BIGGEST  fans at the moment, but you’ve got a message for them:  that  MUTANTS  &  average people can coexist.   –––  this is what your aiming for, right?  PEACE?  ❜          he will not advertise war.          ❛  well, what you  LACK  is range. a megaphone. which is exactly what i can  OFFER  you.  &  i’m talking KENNEDY-VS-NIXON level. the public’s eyes are gonna be  FIXED  upon you.  ❜

       ❝ yes, PEACE. though I confess to being curious regarding your own personal stance, whether it matters or not in the grand scheme of it all. ❞ Charles has to pause a bit at Charlie. that’s certainly - different.  he shakes it off. he’s firm, because he truly cares to know. he’d prefer to be ALLIES in more than name. ( but he won’t turn away this mans help, even if he hates mutants, because he’s more desperate than he’d like to admit in his quest - ).  ❝ ... I agree. the more people hear, the better - IGNORANCE breeds a terribly deep fear && hatred in anyones heart. if i can change even ONE mind ...  what exactly is it you’re offering? ❞

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magnetance:

❛   oh, surely you don’t mean this?   ❜     he teases, palm hovering near the top shelf   &   above the box of teabags to have captured the other’s attention.  how can he refuse, when the affliction confining charles to that wheelchair is his own  FAULT    (  though, it’s unlikely he could have reached to begin with  ).    ❛   how do you want your tea?  go on, sit down  …  i mean  —   ❜    cue the flood of guilt.

    ❝ yes, that. ❞ Charles struggles to hide a smile, his tone put-upon but playful. he waits, patient, hands folded in his lap - they tighten, slightly, at Erik's next words, and he cannot entirely hide the flinch. his pacifisity is not entirely a mask, anymore, ( he's working through his anger, through the pain, through the hurt and Hank has been a god-send through it all ) but it's still a healing wound, barely scabbed over, and tender to the touch. his lips part, then seal again; Charles doesn't know what to say. but say something he should, he knows that. ( wants to, in fact, because there's a knee-jerk emotional reaction of FEAR that Erik will leave again ) so, firmly and gently, and with a steadiness he doesn't truly feel - ❝ it's alright. a bit of SUGAR, please. ❞

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stjornum:

              ❛   Explain  ONCE MORE  this plan of yours. It seems as if you’ve got me doing all the heavy lifting.   ❜

      ❝ i'm little good in a FIGHT, unfortunately. ❞   he says it kindly, chin resting easily on one hand propped up on the arm of chair, his other tapping his left temple gently and with a good deal of rueful amusement at his own implications in his smile. he could incapacitate and control a fair few of the soldiers outside the steel door, of course - but he'd rather not; which isn't to say he wouldn't if he thinks Thor is in danger. he will, without any hesitation. ❝ i'd prefer to leave the DIASRMING of our enemies to you. ❞