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→ pull out the breaks behind the houses,
Who: Charles Xavier & River. ( C L O S E D )
What: Telepathic friends share everything even when they probably don't want to. AKA Charles is kind of sensing the brain breaking thing.
When: Day 78 ( afternoon )
Where: House 17
Warnings: As usual, emoting.
He's close to River, of course he is. She reminds him of many things, like stained glass in windows building up a picture, and he cares for her deeply. But today is the first real time he's aware of just how close they've become. There is only one other person he feels constantly, the tendrils of his mind entwined around the barbed wire of Erik's, and so to sense him every day is not startling. The thread of dissonance in his thoughts currently today though, that gives him pause. It's like the edges of a headache, a mind that isn't his barraging against the walls. He's not concerned, perhaps he should be, but there are many beings here that don't follow the same rules as those he knows. He goes about his daily business as best he can, to the library and back before he stops to genuinely poke at it a little bit. It takes him too long - far too long - to get the sense of who it is attempting this kind of psychic battery. Then once he realises he strengthens his own defences and deviates from his path.
He doesn't think River is trying to contact him, no. From the whispers of her mind he senses there's something she can't quite control. If she wanted his attention and could not get it, it would be far more likely that she'd go through Erik. So he's curious and a little worried as he picks his way through the town towards her house. He doesn't knock as he rambles up the path, his hands in his cardigan pocket, just brushes against her thoughts with intent.
River. Can you let me in?
What: Telepathic friends share everything even when they probably don't want to. AKA Charles is kind of sensing the brain breaking thing.
When: Day 78 ( afternoon )
Where: House 17
Warnings: As usual, emoting.
He's close to River, of course he is. She reminds him of many things, like stained glass in windows building up a picture, and he cares for her deeply. But today is the first real time he's aware of just how close they've become. There is only one other person he feels constantly, the tendrils of his mind entwined around the barbed wire of Erik's, and so to sense him every day is not startling. The thread of dissonance in his thoughts currently today though, that gives him pause. It's like the edges of a headache, a mind that isn't his barraging against the walls. He's not concerned, perhaps he should be, but there are many beings here that don't follow the same rules as those he knows. He goes about his daily business as best he can, to the library and back before he stops to genuinely poke at it a little bit. It takes him too long - far too long - to get the sense of who it is attempting this kind of psychic battery. Then once he realises he strengthens his own defences and deviates from his path.
He doesn't think River is trying to contact him, no. From the whispers of her mind he senses there's something she can't quite control. If she wanted his attention and could not get it, it would be far more likely that she'd go through Erik. So he's curious and a little worried as he picks his way through the town towards her house. He doesn't knock as he rambles up the path, his hands in his cardigan pocket, just brushes against her thoughts with intent.
River. Can you let me in?