Prof. Charles Xavier (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
guideshapelead) wrote2013-07-28 09:19 pm
guideshapelead) wrote2013-07-28 09:19 pm
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XMFC/I'm going to count to three...
The school is thriving and Charles couldn't be happier. Every day he gets to see his young protégés improve their abilities and their educations, and already he can see the young men and women that they will become. And despite all the stress that comes with the job title, Charles would not give up his role as head-master for anything. It means he gets the best of both worlds; group teaching and an overall view, as well as individual classes with every student in the mansion.
This afternoon he's inspecting the house training sessions, something he always enjoys, not only because he gets to see his young staff showing off their newly honed teaching skills. He starts with Erik's Silver house, before moving on to Sean's Green. When Charles turns up, Sean's testing the range of a young boy's telekinetic abilities whilst his housemates watch on, cheering and encouraging their friend.
But when Charles sees what Sean is using, his blood runs cold. He will never, ever forget the sight of that coin hovering in front of his - Shaw's - eyes. The apprehension as it moved closer, the blinding pain as it pushed right through his skull and brain. Pain enough to kill a man, that Charles had endured for Erik's sake, to give him his peace.
He cannot stay now, cannot watch the boy hover Sean's coins in the air. The sight makes him feel sick.
This afternoon he's inspecting the house training sessions, something he always enjoys, not only because he gets to see his young staff showing off their newly honed teaching skills. He starts with Erik's Silver house, before moving on to Sean's Green. When Charles turns up, Sean's testing the range of a young boy's telekinetic abilities whilst his housemates watch on, cheering and encouraging their friend.
But when Charles sees what Sean is using, his blood runs cold. He will never, ever forget the sight of that coin hovering in front of his - Shaw's - eyes. The apprehension as it moved closer, the blinding pain as it pushed right through his skull and brain. Pain enough to kill a man, that Charles had endured for Erik's sake, to give him his peace.
He cannot stay now, cannot watch the boy hover Sean's coins in the air. The sight makes him feel sick.
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"The price was too high," he murmurs against Charles' ear. "I should have found another way."
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"Look what you have now."
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"Your legs," he says thickly. "Your dreams. What more will I ask of you to have my peace, Charles?"
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"We have our peace, now, don't we?"
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"What did I ever do to deserve you?" he wonders aloud. "I should've insisted you find a nice girl to make your tea."
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"If all I wanted from a lover was a cup of tea, I could do much better than you. You stew it for far too long."
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The knots of tension in his shoulder start to ease and he leans back to look at Charles properly. "I love you."
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"I love you too, Erik."
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"Even when you've relived a nightmare I gave you?" he says in a low voice.
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"And even when you make me get up in the mornings."
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In for a pfennig, in for a Mark.
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"Even then," he admits.
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"You need to get some sleep. Should I ask Hank for a tablet?"
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"No tablets," he complains. "Or I really will sleep until the afternoon."
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"I'll still bring you breakfast in bed."
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Erik cups Charles' head protectively. "Sleep, liebe. I'll protect you from the ghosts in the past."