miimicked.
honestly ? he was strange. and mystique had seen some STRANGENESS in her life. she, herself was a strange one, too. ( maybe it was his eyes? mystique still needed time to think it over ). whatever it was, mystique didn’t want to turn her back on him. if this was going to go bad, she was going to READY. ❛ well aren’t you a lucky one then. ❜ she smiled ( fake, but good enough. ) ❛ i’ve seen worse, if that makes you feel better. ——but why are you even HERE ?? ❜ it was a strange figure to just appear at the x-mansion.
his omniscience to her concern lifted a smile on his lips --- if just for a subtle moment. he could see it in her face, but also the threads of her mind which danced like spindles out from her head. he could make a connection to them, show her things since forgotten, but he didn’t want to be forward. ❛ i was drawn here. invited, i guess. charles is aware of my presence --- even before he cognitively knew it. you shouldn’t worry, i come in peace. ❜











