Prof. Charles Xavier (
guideshapelead) wrote2016-07-13 08:53 pm
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Rest and relaxation
Charles had kept Erik to his word, when he had promised a trip away once Alex had left them for his life as a soldier. It's what they both needed, to have some time away from the house and the responsibilities of running a school. It had been difficult, the morning they set off, leaving Scott behind, but they were not going to be gone long. Their little boy (though, really, not that little any more) had been acting out a lot recently, having lost his brother and started school, and maybe a bit of distance would be good for him as well.
Oxford was just as Charles remembered, though he had never appreciated in his past life just how frustrating the narrow, cobbled streets could be for a man bound to a wheelchair. After a frustrating morning trying to show Erik the sights of his adolescence in the cold and the drizzle, he finds himself wanting nothing more than an afternoon somewhere warm, dry and easily accessible.
"Tea at the hotel?" he suggests, trying not to be too grumpy in front of his lover. They are, after all, meant to be having fun.
Oxford was just as Charles remembered, though he had never appreciated in his past life just how frustrating the narrow, cobbled streets could be for a man bound to a wheelchair. After a frustrating morning trying to show Erik the sights of his adolescence in the cold and the drizzle, he finds himself wanting nothing more than an afternoon somewhere warm, dry and easily accessible.
"Tea at the hotel?" he suggests, trying not to be too grumpy in front of his lover. They are, after all, meant to be having fun.
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"Everyone's accounted for," he says, without preamble. "It was... little Scott."
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"Where is he?"
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"His... his mutation manifested. Suddenly. Violently."
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"Of course," Charles looks nothing but shell-shocked. "Please, take me to him."
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They are led to the very end of the gardens, where Raven sits with their little boy, eyes screwed tightly shut as he clings to the woman.
"His eyes," Hank explains as they draw near. "If he opens them..." he gestures back at the school.