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→ I wear my heart on my sleeve, don't act like that's a disease.
Who: Charles Xavier & Erik Lehnsherr.
What: Chatting about mutation.
When: Day 56 ( afternoon )
Where: House 8
Warnings: n/a.
He's buoyed by the response he received today, a tad more cheerful than he had been. It's easy to get pulled down when here, people go missing, they stop trusting one another, there's anger and agony and the constant ache of deprivation that has started to set his teeth on edge. He feels it with each person he passes out on the street, the ticking of a clock in each mind - how much longer can they cope, how frayed the rope is, how how how.
So perhaps he had been a little selfish in his earlier offer. Feeding on the sudden lift of spirits had given him an anchor. Conversation, even idle chat, managed to distract him and those he had spoken to enough that he has a spring in his step when he finds his way to the house he's sharing with Erik and Raven. He doesn't even have to have the door open before he feels the cool surface of the other man's thoughts - he filters away what Jubilee had suggested for later discussion - but he does wonder how it would feel to know him across the breadth of this damned island. To be sure of his presence constantly. People leave, people disappear, if Erik ... well, that doesn't bear thinking about.
Locking up behind him, he sends a slight brush of feeling towards his friend, a tentative tickle of greeting. Erik?
What: Chatting about mutation.
When: Day 56 ( afternoon )
Where: House 8
Warnings: n/a.
He's buoyed by the response he received today, a tad more cheerful than he had been. It's easy to get pulled down when here, people go missing, they stop trusting one another, there's anger and agony and the constant ache of deprivation that has started to set his teeth on edge. He feels it with each person he passes out on the street, the ticking of a clock in each mind - how much longer can they cope, how frayed the rope is, how how how.
So perhaps he had been a little selfish in his earlier offer. Feeding on the sudden lift of spirits had given him an anchor. Conversation, even idle chat, managed to distract him and those he had spoken to enough that he has a spring in his step when he finds his way to the house he's sharing with Erik and Raven. He doesn't even have to have the door open before he feels the cool surface of the other man's thoughts - he filters away what Jubilee had suggested for later discussion - but he does wonder how it would feel to know him across the breadth of this damned island. To be sure of his presence constantly. People leave, people disappear, if Erik ... well, that doesn't bear thinking about.
Locking up behind him, he sends a slight brush of feeling towards his friend, a tentative tickle of greeting. Erik?