Who:
arethebettermen,
bitchimmagneto,
raventakeflight (CLOSED)
What: Bittersweet reunion of Charles, Erik and Raven.
Where: The Xavier Mansion
When: 8/02; Day
Warnings: SPOILERS for X-M:FC if you still haven't seen it and have somehow managed not to be spoiled already. May induce tearjerking, laughter, rage, and heartbreaking. Please, consult your doctor before reading this. Not suitable for
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Finding the mansion was a fairly difficult task in a city where he knew nothing. No distinct locations or anything, but eventually he and Raven found the familiar building. The same building they had spent countless days in, training and bonding with the other mutants there. To think that once upon a time he was living here, teaching, almost forgetting what he had come to do ( ... )
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A street here and a street there, and then there it was. The Xavier Mansion in all it's great glory before them. Erik would likely hear a soft, barely noticeable sigh of relief at his side.
It was home. Raven was finally homeSince that day she'd taken Erik's hand and left her wounded brother in Moria's tender care, the young woman had never ( ... )
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"I see the two of you found the mansion without much trouble. That's good, isn't it?" He said instead of pointing out how horrendous the cape was. He leaned himself back against the wheelchair, ignoring the fact that it was there. "It's rather easy to find, I suppose, given the two of you know the building so well."
Charles looked between the two of them again. After a moment he gestured up to the second floor with his fingers. "Your things are still here, given you left them before we went to stop Shaw."
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Barely a moment after that startling, single word fell from her gaping mouth, Raven was flying across the room to Charles, kneeling without any hesitation at her brother's side. A blue hand moves rather thoughtlessly to his knee, another to cup his cheek as those yellow eyes of hers hold steady onto his gaze. Just try and escape that horrified expression on her familiar face now. Though the girl has been hurt many times throughout her life, usually by those she'd ended up caring for the most, it has likely been a very, very long time since her closest friend had seen this kind of a reaction from her. Even their final night at the Xavier Mansion before Cuba paled in comparison today.
Sorry, boys, but this still emotional young woman just couldn't hold back her overwhelming feelings nearly as expertly as either of you two can. Especially considering just how terrible this particular revelation was, that Erik had, accidentally of course, paralyzed her brother for ( ... )
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He knew he was trying to joke, or at least make light of the situation, but Erik also knew why Charles didn't like the helmet and it wasn't because it looked ridiculous. He hated it because he couldn't see into his mind and it was a symbol of mistrust. Granted, he had said he didn't trust the man outright that day, but who was to say he didn't trust him at all? He was his friend, his confidant. They weren't fighting a war right now ( ... )
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Those few words to very little to comfort her. Charles was fine? Well, the blue woman certainly didn't believe that story in the slightest, but again, it would wait until later when they were alone. It was way too difficult to ask about with Erik around and Raven had no intentions of hurting him by thoughtlessly inquiring about it. No, it would come later ( ... )
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"Everything is as it was. Though, one of the vases is broken. One of mother's favorites. I simply haven't bothered to fix it yet." Charles said as he pushed himself away from the desk, motioning for them to move to the kitchen. It was a comfort zone when it came to Raven, because that was where they met. Then he looked back to Erik. "Hiding and modesty are different, Erik." Although he knew there was no point in asking Raven to dress, which was why the last comment was tacked on playfully.
"We should move to the kitchen. Even if this is a dream, we still need to eat."
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"And what would you have chosen if not a cape, Charles? Do enlighten us as to what I should be wearing," he rolled his eyes a bit as the man wheeled past him, averting his gaze and trying his best not to stare at the wheelchair because it hurt and he hated it. They were on opposing teams now and he felt so bad for the man he once called a friend. Hell, they were still friends. ...Sort of ( ... )
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Her attention, however, jumped away from the talk of broken vases and bad fashion choices at the mention of a single word. Dream.
Her gaze focused on Charles, taking in his expression. "You weren't joking about this all being a dream, were you?" It was ridiculous sounding and just plain stupid, but Raven had always been able to tell when the man was playfully joking around and when he was being dead serious.
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"A friend of mine here in the city." Charles answered Raven's inquiry as he rolled himself into the kitchen. Noah at least had some rather good AIM as she was blundering about the mansion unable to feel anything. "I was completely serious, Raven. Did you not see the mirror?"
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He lifted a brow up, "Why am I not surprised you're already making friends, Charles? Is that really wise in a city like this?" well, probably. Making friends would be better than making enemies considering they were all stuck here.
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He gave a gesture for them to take a seat at the table. It was an unspoken way of making themselves comfortable. "Erik, please. Remove that bloody helmet. It's ridiculous."
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