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→ it's so quiet here and i feel so cold,
Who: Charles Xavier & you!
What: You guessed it - tiny mutant running around trying to teach you all the ways of the world and how Einstein is cooler than everyone. Also this is a recurring dream because neglect makes you like that. a/n: If you feel like running in to Charles at any other age too then that's fine, he'll be haunting his house. Just back from boarding school? Go for it. Annoying and drunk and just like his mother? Sure. Twenty-seven andlusting over Erik worrying about his newly adopted children? I am all set for all things but let's just focus on how the mansion is terrible yes. Just let me know.
When: Day 83 - 88
Where: Xavier Mansion, big and dark and creepy.
Warnings: The most adorable little telepath ( after River, obviously ) that you will ever meet.

Kitchen. Living room. Foyer. Library. Grounds. Choose your own adventure.
What: You guessed it - tiny mutant running around trying to teach you all the ways of the world and how Einstein is cooler than everyone. Also this is a recurring dream because neglect makes you like that. a/n: If you feel like running in to Charles at any other age too then that's fine, he'll be haunting his house. Just back from boarding school? Go for it. Annoying and drunk and just like his mother? Sure. Twenty-seven and
When: Day 83 - 88
Where: Xavier Mansion, big and dark and creepy.
Warnings: The most adorable little telepath ( after River, obviously ) that you will ever meet.

Kitchen. Living room. Foyer. Library. Grounds. Choose your own adventure.
Annoying and drunk for 200 please, Alex
Certain as he knows anything, Charlie knows he's supposed to go inside. He stubs out his cigarette and wanders inside, making his way to a sitting room with an impressively full drinks cabinet, pouring himself a scotch. Damn. That's some good stuff. Ain't had anything this pure since before 1920. He settles himself in, waiting. He knows he's waiting for someone. He'll probably know who once they show up.
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After a spectacular screaming match and the exhaustion of a quarter bottle of whiskey, Charles escapes the minute he knows she's asleep, restlessly making his way to the sitting room. He's drunk, but not enough, and so he all but storms into the room and shuts the door before he realises he's not alone.
Staring at Charlie for a minute before he speaks,
"Should you be in here?"
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Which he knows, as soon as the other man walks in, sure as he knows which room he was supposed to go into. He remembers Charles Xavier, vaguely, from their few interactions. But he looks younger here, and based on the slight sway to his walk, more than a little intoxicated. Can't blame him, booze as good as this on offer.
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"I doubt my mother pays you to drink her booze, she does well with that on her own."
And he does too, clearly. He moves to the cabinet, leaning heavily as he cracks open a bottle of scotch and hastily pours it into a glass. It spills slightly but that doesn't stop him from lifting it to his mouth anyway.
drunk Charles how you be so sassy
he can't help it, he hasn't had enough german men in his life yet
just hold on, Charles. One day your prince will come.
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"Hello?" she calls softly, drawing her coat firmly around her against the evening chill.
which version of charles do you want madam?
When she speaks though, the noise ceases as though whoever is responsible is listening out.
Any! <3
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After moments of quiet, there's the sound of small footsteps. Charles appears at the door to the room, a child and utterly curious. Perhaps he should be a little bit more concerned about the woman in his house but Jazz has seemingly brought that to secondary concern. "I didn't think cats liked sitting on shoulders. That would be parrots."
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"Hello? Should you be in here?"
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"No, I shouldn't be in here. I don't want to be here either, you bastard, but I'm trapped. Wake up."
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He eyes him up, curious and cautious all at once, "Does my mother know you're in here?"
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creepy children pls... i mean.
Lydia stopped walking for a moment, turning to look at the corridor behind her. Nothing. At least nothing that she was able to see, anyway. Where were the lights, or even a nicely placed candle or sconce? She sighed, and against better judgement called out. Someone had to be here, right? (And even if she'd had better judgement she was dreaming - you called out in dreams)
"Is anybody there?" She couldn't decide which answer she'd want from that - it had good and bad choices either way.
he's adorable, not creepy ok.
"Hello."
He's in his pajamas, a blue flannel nightgown over them and he knows he shouldn't be out of his room but he'd heard someone and had to go and investigate. "Are you one of mother's friends? You shouldn't be up here. She usually entertains guests on the first floor."
Wordy for an eleven year old, wouldn't you think?
what's the diff? :D
"I'm not." And that possibly sounds bad, and dangerous considering he has a baseball bat, even if he is a small child, but she'll explain. "I don't actually know where I am, or how I got here." And she does look equally confused to go with that. What kind of creepy place was this?
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He puts the bat down almost immediately, leans it against the wall and smiles at her. Charles is a polite boy, he knows how to speak to people. And the fear seeps off her in waves. "You're in Westchester, New York."
A little furrow creasing his forehead, "I don't know how you could have gotten here without realising. It's a long way to sleep walk. We have a lot of grounds."
any age charles is fine c:
But that's where she'll be, in an aisle surrounded by books stacked up around her like a fort, reading quietly and occasionally humming softly to herself as she turns the pages.
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So he doesn't expect anyone to be in here when he slips inside, quiet as a dormouse because he's at that age where he simply wants to be left alone. Not so much sullen teenager as his sister but a very private one. What he doesn't expect is the girl to be there. He looks to the books and then to her, confusion across his face. He didn't even feel her mind outside the door.
"Hello."
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"Ah - hello. Is this your library? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude."
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"Yes, but that's all right. I just didn't expect anyone to be in here, that's all."
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Bitty Charles!
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"Who are you?"
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"Hello. My name is Raphael." His voice is calm, almost serene. "I wandered inside."
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It's like radio static for a moment, a frown appearing between his eyes and a look of concentration that could not be hid. He's a child, he hasn't yet learnt smoke and mirror tricks.
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