→ it's so quiet here and i feel so cold,

[mentis]

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 and lusting 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.

Comments

[dowhatisays]

Charlie laughs at that, because yes he does know that. He probably would still being doing it if AR hadn't scooped him in off the streets.

"Yeah, I dos." He taps the end of his cigarette in Charles' makeshift ashtray, adjusting his tie a little straighter. "You live here, don't you?"

[mentis]

That makes him pause, mouth going funny around the cigarette. His gaze drifts along the walls of the room, the paintings and the vases and the furnishings all something beyond him. His little flat in London is nothing like this, cluttered with books and postcards and records and whatever trinket Raven has picked up down the flea market. It's homely and warm and kind.

He pours another drink before responding, the chill of the mansion settling in his bones..

"This is the place I grew up in, yes. But I'm merely visiting. I have a flat in London to lay my hat, so to speak."

[dowhatisays]

"So what are you doing visiting? You don't likes it here, yeah?" It's obvious from the way Charles is carrying himself, the way he's angry and drunk, and from those waves of emotion coming off him.

[mentis]

Downing the rest of his glass is easy and he frowns at Charlie a little, "My mother still requires a son to show off to her other friends. Unfortunately she's stuck with me."

Clearly there's a wealth of history there. She's disappointed with Charles and he's disappointed with her.

[dowhatisays]

Yeah, Jesus. Charles can feel the subtext washing off that one and it makes him want to back out of the room slowly.

"Yeah. Real fucking shame, that."

[mentis]

It's okay Charlie, he's just going to feel the tension and offer up the bottle still in his hand.

"It's all right, in a week I shall be back in London. Where the women are beautiful and the beer is spectacular and the only thing I have to worry about is getting to lectures on time."

[dowhatisays]

"Sounds real fucking idealistic. This guy I works for, he goes to England sometime. Don't it rain all the fucking time, here?" Excellent, he likes you Charles. He pours himself another very generous helping of booze.

[mentis]

"Nothing wrong with a little downpour."

He holds his glass, "Besides, it's a lot less cold than this place."

[dowhatisays]

"Sos I'm getting." Jesus, all the negative emotions in this place are soaked into the walls. It's nothing like his childhood home, despite being as equally excited to leave it forever as Charles clearly is his. The apartment Charlie grew up in was tiny, also far too noisy and jam packed full of people. The air was full of anger and suspicion. Here feels more like resentment and disappointment. Time to drink more.

"I can take yous outta here, if you wanted. Know some places to have a good time around heres."

[mentis]

He looks up from his glass to Charlie, an eyebrow cocked but interest clearly written across his face. Charles is quick to trust naturally, even at this age, so disappointed as he is, he can't help himself.

"Really?"

[dowhatisays]

"Sure. You says yous is a gambling man, right? I know a place, some cards, a few drinks. I figures you'll fit right in." And a place he's taking part in the house's cut.

It hasn't occurred to him yet that this is not his New York, not his time, even if the decor in this place looks a little strange.

[mentis]

He's not actively reading Charlie and yet he still trusts his offer and so Charles swills the liquor in his glass speculatively and then nods.

"Anything to get out of here. You're on."

[dowhatisays]

"I got a car out the front." He must, hasn't he? How else did he get here?

Speaking of, he's not entirely sure why he came here in the first place. Maybe it was to find this guy, bring him t the game. But since when have they ever provided pick-ups?

[mentis]

"Well then, let's go."

He rises, still unsteady.

[dowhatisays]

Charlie just laughs and gets him under the elbow.

"Sure you gonna make it there, pal?"

[mentis]

"Once I get my sea legs, I'll be fine."

As if on cue he seems to get his footing properly and then grins, proud of himself and boyish. "See?"

[dowhatisays]

You're somewhat painfully adorable, Charles. Like a very drunk puppy.

The car is waiting for this in the front drive, and Charlie holds the door open for him. He would probably hurt himself, anyway.

[mentis]

It's a nice car, a little old-fashioned but Charles isn't going to bring that up. He just waits for Charlie and runs his fingers fitfully through his hair like that will make him presentable.

Spoilers: It does not.