We all have to die sometime

{ Indie roleplay account for Charles Xavier. All the verses are young!Xavier from the latter movies Xmen: First Class and Xmen: Days of future past unless marked otherwise. And this Charles is mostly post DoFP! Tracking thethingsthatmeantthemost. M!A: None but accepting }

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( For the lots of new followers that just arrived - first thank you - this blog is an archive. You can find the real one here:  click me. :D It’s the same url and all~ )

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( For the lots of new followers that just arrived - first thank you - this blog is an archive. You can find the real one here:  click me. :D It’s the same url and all~ )

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<3

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( For the lots of new followers that just arrived - first thank you - this blog is an archive. You can find the real one here:  click me. :D It’s the same url and all~ )

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Find me here I guess: click me. Rebooted but if we had something and you want to keep it, we can keep it up on the new blog, it’ll be my pleasure.

It’s the same url and all.

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PS: Apocalypse was awesome.

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Find me here I guess: click me. Rebooted but if we had something and you want to keep it, we can keep it up on the new blog, it’ll be my pleasure.

It’s the same url and all.

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Find me here I guess: click me. Rebooted but if we had something and you want to keep it (namely @homosxperior I’m looking at you) and literally everyone else, we can keep it up on the new blog, it’ll be my pleasure.

It’s the same url and all.

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whispers: hey guys, it’s soon Apocalypse year. And Apocalypse was partly filmed in my town. This is great.

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Literally most of my drafts for which I have inspiration for is very very angsty. So I will wait until my oral presentation and my other exam is over to go through it all. I'll try along the way, but at least until the oral presentation is over I'll go sleep and rehearse :D

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he is not one of us, he has never been one of us. 

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Reverse!Erik: I'm in love with you.

Reverse!Charles: I don't deserve it.

Reverse!Erik: Who cares?

Reverse!Charles: Idiot.

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Ω [ Either verse 8D ]

Send a Ω and I will generate what my muse say to yours!

"They died in my arms…"

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It was something of a relief that the other man did not pull away from him, which was what Erik had initially expected. He kept his arms wrapped loosely around the other man, careful—not too tight, for he had learned the hard way how that would end, if Charles accidentally perceived him as a threat.

"Charles," he whispered against his hair. "Come back to me." It was odd, that he was for a change given permission to treat the other man with such tenderness, even if it was nothing more than an embrace and whispered words. "Alles is gut, Charles. Ich liebe dich.”

To be trapped by one’s memories must have been pure torture; Erik could only imagine, with Charles’s ability to remember everything, to see everything, how painful that must have been.

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For once, the embrace didn't threaten him. It felt surprisingly safe and warm; there was no ill sentiment in the contact and he could feel it. He could feel the kindness that would usually make him step back and bare his teeth, but right now, as ghosts were crippling his mind, he couldn't fight against it, he didn't want to. His hands gripped at the other man's body, eyes closed, teeth gritted and a lump stuck in his throat.

"We were supposed to protect them, Erik. We were supposed to be there." He whispered, not answering to anything, lost in his own mind, repeating himself, without being aware of Erik's words until the german seemed foreign enough for it to attract his attention. Not totally snapping out of it, he opened his eyes and looked up to him, the fog not yet gone from his brain.

"Except you don't, do you?" He commented slowly, trembling hands steadying against Erik as he tried to recoil his mind from the visions. "You hate me so much."

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When Charles accepts, Erik manages to finally relax. His shoulders fall, and he doesn’t seem to be holding himself quite so stiffly. Sometimes he feels on edge around the other man—not because he fears Charles, though there will always be a small part of him that does, but because he fears doing something to mess things up. Deep down, he knows he shouldn’t have to feel responsible, like all of this is his fault. And yet…

He doesn’t let himself think about that. He focuses on the food he’s made instead as he leads Charles down the hall. He feels as off-balance as he always does when he walks, having to put all of his focus into keeping the metal braces on his legs steady so he can walk. Sometimes he curses the injury, curses Charles—he misses the days of being able to feel anything, of being able to walk normally. But he’s given up on wishing for things he can’t have.

He’s already set up two plates at the table, piled high with pancakes and eggs. No bacon, no sausage—he at least tries to keep kosher, even if these days it’s mostly out of habit.

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Charles muffles an annoyed growl at Erik's thoughts. Despite all of his best efforts, he never really was taught how to put a leash on his powers. It's not easy for him to block people out. He's used to channel everything and everyone, controlling the influx of information, keeping what he thought relevant, forgetting the mundane idioties humans were able to invent for themselves. It was once very helpful when he wanted to know in advance what Erik was thinking but right now? Right now it iritates him.

He makes no comments however as he follows Erik through the mansion, docile for once as he is finally shown the other's work. Breakfast. Why is that simple word such a foreign concept for him?

Except the breakfasts from before Cuba, the only ones he had that could be called breakfast had been with Shaw. Not his fondest memories.

"Looks good." He lamely points out, gazing shortly at Erik's legs before sitting with a confidence that had been worked on and rehearsed so many times.

"It's not poisoned, I hope?"

He wasn't serious, perhaps cynical, but it was better than the damn silence or Erik's thoughts.

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actually-i-prefer-magneto replied to your post:"(ʃƪ ˘ ³˘)"

I MISSED YOU

I MISSED YOU TO OMG

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                                                      { p l e a s e }                                                          love the                                                         parts of me                                                            that i                                                                             can’t.

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When his lips left Erik's forehead, he hesitated a moment before he slowly went down, trailing kisses down his friend's face, kissing his eyelids, the bridge of his nose and finally, after another pause, his lips. Fortunately, a lot of who and what they were didn't need words or explanation, so he simply leaned back, no smile on his lips, but calmer now. The message couldn't be clearer.

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I'm looking through reverse!Charles' tags on the blog to get back in the mood and oh boy. Someone lock him up.

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Relief hits him all at once, when the other man doesn’t object. Not that this means Charles won’t kick him out but for now… for now he’s welcome, and that’s more than he can ask for. Offering a faint smile, he takes a few steps further into the room, pausing next to his bed.

"I made breakfast," he explained. "I was hoping you would join me, if you like." It feels ridiculous to ask, but he had to. Things are… they’re not as rocky as they once were, but they certainly aren’t resolved either. Erik walks on eggshells around him, but it’s worth it, in the end.

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He looks at Erik and can almost feel the man's relief even without reading his thoughts. No need to be telepath to see the smile is a clear picture of their relationship. It's complicated. "Breakfast?" That's actually able to surprise him. Erik making breakfast for the both of them? It was strange, domestic. "I..."

He should probably say no. After all, what will they both gain from whatever this was? Would a breakfast change anything? The thing is that Charles feels better here than he has in years, before he lost Erik, before everything went to hell. "Well... you cooked. There's no need in wasting food, is there?" He pushes himself out of his bed, looking Erik up and down. "Lead the way."