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who; Charles and Raven.
what ; bluh bluh bluh all the sibling feels forever.
where ; Mutanthaus!
when ; baaaaaaaackdated like a backdatey thing. Shortly after this.
warning(s) ; I will warn for tweed. That seems appropriate. Tweed and also super slow tagging speeds courtesy of banged up wrists (c'est moi) and heaps and mounds of schoolwork (c'est gogol).
[Charles is quite surprised - pleasantly so, in fact - at Logan's concessions regarding both Raven and Erik. Although he doubted they would ever be the best of friends, everyone could no doubt do with a lack of overt antagonism, especially following the particular happenstance of Erik's arrival. At the very least, he hopes--
Hope. Such a funny word, too short to accurately sum up the whole of its parts. It's hard to convey everything it means or can entail in a single syllable. Maybe the irony is part of the joke. Nevertheless, despite its shortcomings, Charles has always found the entrenched meaning behind those four letters to be precious. Perhaps more-so in this place, where it seems the only commodity worth having at all. Hope for a future in which his sister and best friend aren't driven to the ends he'd seen of them in Logan's mind. Hope that in this future they remain together and even selfishly, hope for a reality in which he can walk.
He shakes his head free of that particular entanglement, lays his hand along the doorframe just outside Raven's room. Erik is sleeping (though perhaps 'unconscious' is the better word) elsewhere, Logan is keeping his distance. Nearly everyone else is retired.
Raven is awake. He knows that much without even reading her mind. So he takes a deep (somewhat nervous, isn't that quaint) breath and knocks.]
Raven? It's me. May I come in?
what ; bluh bluh bluh all the sibling feels forever.
where ; Mutanthaus!
when ; baaaaaaaackdated like a backdatey thing. Shortly after this.
warning(s) ; I will warn for tweed. That seems appropriate. Tweed and also super slow tagging speeds courtesy of banged up wrists (c'est moi) and heaps and mounds of schoolwork (c'est gogol).
[Charles is quite surprised - pleasantly so, in fact - at Logan's concessions regarding both Raven and Erik. Although he doubted they would ever be the best of friends, everyone could no doubt do with a lack of overt antagonism, especially following the particular happenstance of Erik's arrival. At the very least, he hopes--
Hope. Such a funny word, too short to accurately sum up the whole of its parts. It's hard to convey everything it means or can entail in a single syllable. Maybe the irony is part of the joke. Nevertheless, despite its shortcomings, Charles has always found the entrenched meaning behind those four letters to be precious. Perhaps more-so in this place, where it seems the only commodity worth having at all. Hope for a future in which his sister and best friend aren't driven to the ends he'd seen of them in Logan's mind. Hope that in this future they remain together and even selfishly, hope for a reality in which he can walk.
He shakes his head free of that particular entanglement, lays his hand along the doorframe just outside Raven's room. Erik is sleeping (though perhaps 'unconscious' is the better word) elsewhere, Logan is keeping his distance. Nearly everyone else is retired.
Raven is awake. He knows that much without even reading her mind. So he takes a deep (somewhat nervous, isn't that quaint) breath and knocks.]
Raven? It's me. May I come in?