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do you remember me at all...?

est. june 2014 written by jamie

#;; self promo

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“could you just shut the fuck up?”

IT'S MUNDAY :P

♠: Full name?

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♥: What fandoms are you in?

♡: Your favourite film, book and television series.

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∞: Celebrity crush?

#;; meme

“I couldn’t grow it.” He’s not arguing with the idea. He just doesn’t think that the way Xavier is suggesting its formation will quite work. “I don’t-” He pauses, and sighs. “I don’t have space in my head for anything new, ok? Like, when you put those bricks of yours in there they were filling up spaces that I needed for thinking, right? It felt like they were fucking suffocating me or something, making it so I couldn’t think.” He shakes his head. “Whatever it is, I can’t just take something and stick it in place. Won’t work.”

Alex doesn’t know where his surety on this has come from, but he’s sticking to it. Growing a wall won’t work - it would fill up too much, and though it would be more compatible than the wall was, it would still cloud his head. But weaving, on the other hand… now that could be a possibility. He ducks his head, and takes a sip of his coffee. The smell of it feels like it’s clearing away what bricks are left, freeing his head up to work on the wall. “…And I’m sorry about the, uh, thorns.”

Well at least he’s not fighting him on the idea of it. Still, Xavier swirls his small cup of tea, sipping on it and setting it aside instead. His head still smarts from the mental lashing, but it’s a dull sting, not a throbbing force that would send him down. It’s more like he was reprimanded, which, he thinks, was likely what it was and it was his own doing for just waltzing into Alex’s head.

He drops his gaze, and his fingers curl around his mug a little as he sighs through his nose. “It’s alright. I shouldn’t have just.. shoved myself in your mind.” He’s not used to being around another telepath of sorts. While his telepathy was weak, it was still useful to him, and could be used for basics. “I just wish I could help more. I feel... stumped.” But he’s never really had that crowded of a mind. Rather, his mind and his ‘wall’ were separate, like he put up a force field around his thoughts more than anything else.

Ok, so maybe Alex does feel a little bad when he catches hints of tears in Xavier’s eyes, but he doesn’t say anything. What can he say? Alex hasn’t dealt with another telepath before, has never had to experience having someone else in his head. The communication telepathically he’s fine with - it’s just sending and receiving, no direct interference or manipulation on either end, but that… that had felt like an invasion. Alex’s response had practically been automatic.

“Your wall doesn’t fit in my head.” He says the words bluntly, speaking them aloud at the same time he pushes across a mental representation of what he means - Xav’s wall is too square, too unnatural. It’s all angles and smooth planes and it just doesn’t fit, doesn’t match to the odd contours and spiked edges of Alex’s mind. A wall made of bricks would find itself torn down as quickly as Alex put it up. Whatever his wall ends up being, they won’t be anything like Xavier’s. “Bricks won’t work, Xavier.”

“Well then picture.. something else. What do you think will work? Mine are bricks but it doesn’t work for everyone.” Xav glances up, and his eyes are soft again, void of that little sheen of tears, thank god. He doesn’t like crying in front of others, though sometimes he can’t exactly help it. But he can see what Alex means, and instead, he takes the thoughts, the image, and instead makes something else of the image.

What Xav ends up pushing back towards Alex is more so a gigantic wall of brambly spines. Thick and thorny walls that feel like they would belong to the other. It certainly felt like that’s what he was hit with. “So try this, instead. When you lash out, that’s what it feels like. Thick thorns on the mind. So maybe ‘growing’ a wall of gigantic thorns and twisted vines might work...?” If anything, Xav is going to keep trying until they work something out.

“What a fucking surprise.” Alex’s voice is entirely dead-pan, his mind clearly radiation incredulity that Xavier even feels the need to mention this. He’s aware that it’s loud - he is very aware that it is loud, as it is often loud enough to leave him with a splitting headache at the end of the day, and it’s exactly this loudness that he’s trying to get rid of.

And yet, somehow, the unexpected dimming of said volume is enough to make him flinch and jerk away.

“Keep out of my head.” He doesn’t mean to sound as harsh and almost angry as he does. (He does. He does mean to.) Mentally he reaches out, pushing Xavier’s mind away from his, separating them. “Just… tell me what to do. But don’t fuck with my head yourself, ok?”

What Xavier doesn’t expect is the fact that Alex is pushing him out, and not only that, he’s pushing him away and it hurts. The deaf man flinches a little, biting his lip and looking away, frowning as he reaches up, pressing his fingers to his temple to try and ease the sting he feels. When he looks up, his eyes are a little watery; but Xav has always been a softy really. Pain sort of makes him want to flinch away.

Still, he drops his gaze the next moment and tries to breathe in and out, nodding a little bit, dropping his hands as well when he settles more in his seat. “It’s hard to explain when you have to feel what it is to have that wall,” he admits, but his eyes don’t even flicker up this time. “I wasn’t trying to mess with it, I was trying to help.” That comes out as a whisper, and he closes his eyes a moment. “You have to focus Alex. Focus on building a wall. I’ve always imagined it as a literal wall in my head, building it brick by brick.”

@themerrymutants

‘Have you seen my hearing aid?’ He signs the words out carefully, looking unimaginably distressed, his eyes furrowed and his lips puckered. He frowns too, turning himself this way and that, trying to find the bit of flesh colored plastic, to a point where he’s nearly panicking over it. He might not like them but he doesn’t like not being able to hear, either.

#themerrymutants

@lxthologica

“You know....” Xavier starts, looking down at his cup of tea before he looks up, licking his lips slightly and tipping his head as he focuses on Alex. “It helps when you actually... focus on things,” he mentions. “Your mind is still very loud.” Certainly Alex doesn’t mean it but... Xavier still reaches cautiously, mentally spreading into his mind and building up a little brick wall for Alex, muffling out plenty of other thoughts from other people as well as his own. “It’s..easier said than done, isn’t it? Building these little walls up?”

He doesn’t mean to sound rude, and he hopes he isn’t coming off that way.

#kinetiics #[ WHATEVER VERSE U WANT MANNN ]

@kinetiics

He’s quiet; but of course he’s quiet. He usually is when his hearing aids are out, on the side, tossed away on the table and just settled there. But that doesn’t mean he’s asleep.

Rather, he’s tucked up against Jack, breathing in and out slowly, steadily, his eyes half open before he leans up, stretches, and rubs at his face and hair before he smiles as he looks at the other.

‘Good morning,’ he signs at him slowly, yawning as he drops his hands instead, letting them just drop a bit.

like this for a small starter?

Xav is awake and nosy and pining for people. not to mention he’s just being a needy little thing because he hasn’t had affection in a while.

guess who’s awake lmao

you see this face? come LOVE THIS FACE

it’s almost 6 am

what am i doing with my life

#kinetiics #v: words are very unnecessary

“Of course darling. You better roll out of bed when they’re done.”

He’s teasing, of course, but this is how it goes in the morning. It’d been a long night, and now Xav is ready for the day, swooping in to give Jack a peck on the lips until he heads off down the stairs, maybe with a slight shift in his walking.

<”I mean it too. I don’t want your pancakes getting cold. Ten minutes.”>

Maybe he’s a little mother-henning when it comes to Jack, maybe.

@kinetiics

seelieisms

“Have I done something wrong-” he knows he hasn’t, but still his anxiety spikes for just a moment at the sight of the other leaning away rather than forward. It dies almost as soon as it’s born, giving way to another sensation that is stronger by far. His arousal seems to know no bounds, the sudden heat between them flushing his skin a dark, dusty rose and giving Thad every reason to be particularly bold.

He reaches between them, palming at their members almost lazily, cautious at first. His eyes are just as dark, whole planets for all their wide blackness and he’s sure Xavier can hear the roar of his heart in the quiet between them. But soon the sharp quiet is broken, not by his racing core but by the deep, rumbling moan that spills from his mouth as he curls his fingers around their pricks and strokes with long fingers so they can feel it together.