Mobile-bound again today. I’ll probably have more library time tomorrow but idk.
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Okay. Those are not all the replies I have done, but they’re all the ones that I had the energy to proof. I have a few more drafted and an additional handful to start. If I owe you, chances are I already know, but feel free to hmu to make sure if you want. Probably going to watch a movie or something until time for work. *bows out*
Raven looked up from the book she was reading, what could her brother want at this time of night? “Come in!” she called out to him. She looked him over once he was in her room and became worried. “Are you okay? You look sick or stressed…is there a mission?”
In a poor attempt to feign nonchalance, Charles wiped sweaty palms against the neatly pressed cotton of his slacks. This was going to be more difficult than he thought. Their relationship was as such, that the telepath did not hesitate to take a seat on the edge of Raven’s mattress. For reasons that were beyond him, he had to struggle to meet her bright, golden gaze.
"No, no," he murmured, waving off her suspicions with a dismissive hand. "Nothing so vexing. I wanted to discuss…well…you, actually.” What was the best way to bring up that his sister was likely pregnant? One did not seem to exist. Taking a deep breath, he reached out to lay a gentle hand on her knee. “Have you…have you been feeling…any different, lately? Physically, I mean. Perhaps a bit emotionally? Would you say that anything at all is out of the ordinary?”
That smile is infectious. Magda can’t quite put her finger on why, but she’s mirroring his expression before long, letting that smile curve up and over her lips until it settles comfortably against her cheeks. She knows perhaps all too well what it’s like to crave the company of someone your own age, to be surrounded by children at times and happy but strangely at odds with yourself. In Charles’ defence though, he’s not acting wholly outside of the remit of his age bracket. Just because he’s well into the double digits doesn’t mean he can’t have a little fun once in a while.
Cheap trick or not, it impressed her - but then again, she wasn’t a mutant. She just saw creative talents and unique blessings as she found them. There was something quite poetic about it really, about being able to freeze that one moment of time, even so fleetingly, because in some way, shape, or form, it meant you could prolong a moment of happiness.You could drag out a parting wish, or a moment of exchanged intimacy, and in the most naive of senses, that seemed like a miracle of a gift more so than any cheap parlour trick.
Not that she was going to voice her sentiment mind you, she was too busy listening and humouring the Professor’s own admonishment of his action with a faint crinkle of her nose. “I wouldn’t have said it was a gross misuse, per se…and since the world is in fact continuing to spin on it’s axis and fire isn’t currently raining from the sky, I think you can get away with it, without any damage done.”
He laughs, a clear and jovial sound, and is immediately stricken by just how long it’s been since he’s heard it. Life has a way of flitting past him when he’s buried in lesson plans and disciplinary meetings. He supposes the same is true for most working adults, which is truly a shame. God bless Magda. For a moment, at least, time seems utterly inconsequential. An age where he was mostly unburdened by responsibility doesn’t seem so far out of reach. Though, that may have something to do with the six-foot-tall-dark-and-stoic link that binds them. Best not to give much thought to his estranged best friend.
"Indeed. As far as I can tell, I haven’t set an apocalypse in motion, so we may very well be alright." His chuckle fades into a sigh and he turns his gaze back to their surroundings. A walk through the park was likely not the best choice of activity for early spring, but Charles finds the crisp breeze more refreshing than bitter. Watching the turning of the seasons had always been a small joy of his: the harsh white of winter cut through with bursts of colour.
For a moment, he sits in companionable silence, savouring the gentle brush of nearby minds. If nothing else, the years have taught him to appreciate the little wonders. His gaze is trained on the electric blue of a dedicated jogger’s sneakers when he finally speaks, voice gentle so as not to unsettle the tranquility. “So, how have you been, Magda?” It isn’t small talk. Her well being is a genuine concern of his, though he hasn’t yet considered why. Somewhere in the truest core of his being, Charles wants nothing short of the best for her. “How are…things?”
Izzy looked up from her book, suddenly feeling herself becoming unnerved. She looked around, trying to locate the near overwhelming presence. There was a mutant nearby….but she couldn’t locate him (or her) or what said mutation was.
That bothered her. She didn’t like not knowing anything yet knowing part of it. It was awful, made her feel nervous, anxious—unnerved.
She closed the book and clutched it to her chest, looking around the crowded coffee house, wondering if she needed to leave. If it was a mind mutant—she was stuck here. Unless of course they decided to follow her….
Despite best laid plans, the prospect of a quiet afternoon seemed laughable. The steady clamor of the cafe’s throng of patrons was mild compared to the din of their minds. Bodies knocked from ahead and behind. Was the concept of a single file line lost upon the masses? For heaven’s sake, if children could manage it, surely adults could.
Peering over the stack of books piled precariously high in his arms, the true vigor of his annoyance shrouded, it took everything in the telepath’s power not to give the man before him a gentle, psychic nudge. Whether he would take skim or 2% milk in his latte really was not a life or death decision.
His temper was well piqued when he was finally able to move away from the counter, skillfully juggling piping hot tea and scones without spilling a drop on his precious volumes. It was a point of pride. At his wit’s end, he didn’t bother waiting for an empty seat. Dropping his burden atop the nearest table, he flashed the young woman an apologetic smile, one that faded the instant he caught wind of her anxiety. Was that his doing? Taking a respectful step back, he held up a reassuring hand.
"So sorry, Miss. Didn’t mean to disturb you. I just…there were no more empty tables and those were getting heavy," he mumbled, gesturing towards the stack of textbooks he’d unloaded. "Forgive me. I’ll…find another spot."