#xinsideyourhead

[of-tea-and-cardigans]

xinsideyourhead replied to your post:okay i think i’m officially going to start a...

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[of-tea-and-cardigans]

He didn't like the look that stranger had in his eyes. Where the hell did he think he was taking Sherrinford? Unable to stop himself, Charles strode forward and stepped in front of the pair, glancing to his friend before looking at the stranger who had a whole of him. He held up his own hands and gazed innocently at the stranger despite the challenge in his raised brow. "Is there a problem here, gentlemen? Perhaps I can help..."

Sherrinford paled, eyes wide behind his glasses with concern for his friend. He didn’t want Charles to have anything to do with this. The stranger smiled easily at Charles. “No, no problem.” He told him before moving his hand from Sherrinford’s arm to his waist, though his grip was still firm. “Right?” The man’s hand tightened momentarily and Sherrinford nodded, summoning a shaky smile. “Everything’s fine, really.”

[dadncto-blog]

@xinsideyourhead said: "How long are you going to be mad at me?"

        Erik could hold a grudge for quite a long amount of time. That much was obvious from how he’d spent so much of his life tracking down Shaw just to kill the man. But things were different where Charles was concered. It’d always been that way. It wasn’t a question of how long Erik could be mad. Because some part of him would likely always be at least irritated with his friend for abandoning him to a decade in prison, for abandoning all of the mutants because Charles felt sorry for himself. 

        But how long was he going to be truly mad with Charles? And to that, Erik had no answer, no way to put a time frame on his anger. “Honest answer? I’m not sure. That’s a hard question to answer, Charles.”

[dadncto-blog]

@xinsideyourhead said: “Children are like little drunk people.”

         As far as Erik could tell, the statement seemed to be true enough in regard to Charles’ older students. It was almost amusing that any of the teenagers in the school thought they were sneaky enough to get away with drinking. Out of all of Charles’ students, maybe Scott could get away with it considering he wore sunglasses on a regular basis. 

         “I don’t suppose the fact that most of your ‘children’ are drinking illegally has anything to do with it, does it, Charles? You can’t expect me to believe you haven’t noticed it earlier.”

[of-tea-and-cardigans]

lowkey sobbing now that the @extraordinaryskull and @xinsideyourhead ship is back on my dash. i ship this so hard you guys have no idea. i’m crying. you break my heart.

[mutantxpower]

memories. || xinsideyourhead

"Do you want to see the real Raven?"

Erik looks up to see Raven Darkholme standing in the doorway with not a stitch of clothing on. His mouth pops open but no words form on his tongue as he watches her pale skin give way to a deep, dark blue. Dull blonde hair transforms into short fiery-red locks, and scales line her legs and arms. As she straddles him, he can see that her eyes, now a brilliant shade of yellow, have an unmistakable intent flashing in them. She looks dangerous. An animal on the prowl.

Her hands push through his hair, fingers rake down his chest. They're rocking against each other and he's breathing in her scent, pressing hot, open-mouthed kissed over every inch of her body he can. She moans, deep and guttural, not an inch the timid Raven he had once been introduced to—

                                            —Erik's eyes opened suddenly to a dark room. Dewy night air from the open window cooled his damp skin. He was panting slightly and unbelievably horny. Fuck. That had been intense. 

[mutantxpower]

Charles sat just inside of Cerebro, staring at the helmet resting on the control unit ahead of him. He'd managed to use it to speak with Raven, but... he was afraid again. "I can't do it, Erik. What if I hurt someone?" he muttered, reaching up to run a hand through his hair, jittery with nerves.

Erik was convinced he’d have to drag Charles into Cerebro kicking and screaming, but to his relief Charles seemed determined to give it a go on his own. At least until push came to shove.

Erik placed a gentle hand on the telepath’s shoulder. “You won’t.” Erik felt confident in that. That was the thing about Charles: if anyone was going to get hurt, he’d make sure it was himself before anyone else. “I’ll be right here.”