Send a❓and I'll tell you how much my muse trusts yours on a scale of 1/10 and why | accepting.
10/10.
gaining diana’s trust is tricky. she’s not the type to be sus of people and make them work for a reason to trust her. she has this way of assessing people because in a way they’re still so interesting to her. after all this time in man’s world and she’s still curious as ever, gotta love that! anywho putting her full trust in charles was a no brainer. they’re x-dad and wonder mom, after all. name a more iconic duo, i’ll wait.
repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words
not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex || if they didn’t have such a huge age gap and gwen didn’t have a love for him and rogue she’d probably try, has probably read some smutty fanfiction in her time of good ole gambit
Level of Friendship:
never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||
First impression of them:
I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them
Current impression of them:
I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them
How good of a kisser:
worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed
Jamie walks in with a bottle of beer pressed to his lips. He knew what to expect with this place, but had been very expertly avoiding all of it up until now. Instead of actually doing something about something, he’d come back here to collect. In his pocket, he held the winning numbers to almost everything he could bother to research before leaving. The plan was to clean house, and then go back. But that wasn’t the case as he inadvertently looked up and met eyes with a very young Professor Charles Xavier. Beer sprays from his mouth in a misty cloud, and he chokes on that which he tries to keep in his mouth. Sputtering, the dupe looks up with red eyes. “Jesus H. Christ, you’re Charles Xavier, aren’t you?”
everything seemed off after the attack on the manor. everyone dealt with this sort of thing in their own way, so it would come as no surprise if emotions were running rampant around. with so many people within the walls of one place ( albeit a large area ) things could quickly go downhill. erik wasn’t in a particularly social mood after the events had occurred, leaving himself to process everything that had gone on in order to begin the steps to make a solid plan on action to end all of this. it was going to take some time for everything to come together, and matters were made more difficult with the other people that were in the manor. he’d prefer mutants being the ones to solve this issue while the humans minded their own business. erik didn’t trust any of them to help solve this issue, nor did he wish to work with any of them on it.
he had lost track of time rather quickly once lost to his thoughts. erik could become consumed inside his own head rather quickly that it didn’t come as much of a surprise the hour was later. deciding that he had been locked inside of his room for long enough, erik made his way into the halls and found himself wandering about for a bit. though he was not feeling social in the slightest, there was one person that he knew would be feeling very similar to how he was after the attack. the halls were still familiar to him, and it took only a few twists and turns within the halls before he found himself in front of the familiar door. instead of knocking, erik kept his mind open, the walls that had been built falling down, to announce his presence as he opened the door and stepped inside, closing it shut behind him. “i thought that i’d check on you, see how you are faring after the events. i know how hard all of it had to be on you.”
