→ 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.

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[mentis]

"I'm very much awake."

He twists, looks at the other man, "I'm awake right now."

[burnburnburn]

Dilandau steps to the side and grabs a book he'd dumped on the floor, thrusting it opened at Charles.

"Read this." The writing looks normal at a glance, but Dilandau can't read a word of what it says, the text dancing away from his understanding.

[mentis]

"You insult me and then you ask me to read to you?"

[burnburnburn]

"I'm telling you to read this and tell me if this is a dream."

He shakes his head, amused at the way Charles seems to accept this as wakefulness. He doesn't trouble to think about how he integrated intruders into his dreams in just the same way.

"Or slap yourself. If you don't read this, I'll slap you."

[mentis]

He glances down to the book, gaze moving across the words. For a minute he doesn't say very much but then a crease appears in his forehead, a frown of concentration.

"That can't be possible."

[burnburnburn]

"Why not? Most people dream. Do I look like I belong in this world of yours?"

His pink eyes are watching mockingly.

"Hurry up, Professor, I want to get back to my own head."

[mentis]

He looks up and at Dilandau again, a look of concentration written right across his features. It's easy now, to lift the cloud of sleep off his mind. He knows with certainty who he is, who this man is, and in that moment his features furrow. He looks older automatically.

"I'm beginning to get very fed up with this place."

[burnburnburn]

"It's taken you this long?"

He stops his staring, as now the entertainment is over, and goes back to pacing and poking objects.

"Is this what you usually dream about? Your head's a boring place."

[mentis]

It's in him to say he'd rather have his dreams than Dilandau - especially with how he's been feeling regarding his revelations. But he's still not vindictive.

"How did you wake up?"

[burnburnburn]

"When you were in my head? You shocked me awake with my own anger. When people invade me it's enough to realise they're there to snap me out."

The fact this dream is still continuing isn't exactly what he expected.

"Shall I start by breaking that globe? Or I could stab you, that worked with Wallie."

[mentis]

"You do remember what happened the last time you tried to stab me, yes?"

His anger makes the sky outside a little darker, his frustration obvious.

[burnburnburn]

He glances out of the window briefly as the light changes.

"Idiot, it's not going to kill you. I don't want to find out what happens if I'm in someone else's head when they die."