Fill: True Power is the Balance between Rage and Serenity (1a/?)gestalt1June 12 2011, 22:40:34 UTC
A/N: This is going to be kind of long, and the happy ending will be, logically, not until the end. Also I should note that I am meant to be revising for resit exams pretty hard over the next two weeks, so don't expect overly much in the way of updates. But this fandom has eaten my brain, so...
Above him the cloudless blue sky. Below him sand, hot from the sun, sticking itchy to his skin where he had fallen. In his ears, the soft susurrus of the waves on the shore. And pain. Pain beyond anything he had ever felt before. It is a sunburst in his spine, distracting him from the fact that everything below it is numb. He cannot feel his legs. He cannot... he stares up, looking past Moira’s face, her hands cradling him, and selfishly wishes it was still Erik. That he had not abandoned him here on the beach. That he himself hadn’t been so foolish as to say ‘They were only following orders’He tells his toes to move in his boots, but he has no idea if they obey him. He suspects not. The students, the children, gather round him, just the three
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Re: Fill: True Power is the Balance between Rage and Serenity (1b/?)gestalt1June 12 2011, 22:44:05 UTC
Charles can feel that they do not want to trust him. A quick brush over the surface of his mind shows that he is telling the truth, and he nods, and speaks, trying to project his ever weaker voice. “Do it.”
Moira hesitates, but her pale skin touches red-as-blood, and the world changes around them. It is violent, but the landing is soft, and the sharp clean scent of disinfectant fills the air.
Charles lets himself relax, lets go of his forceful hold on consciousness. Lets the pain wash him away, into dark sleep. He is so very tired.
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You will not walk again. He had already suspected, probably already known deep down that this was the truth, but it hurts no less when the doctors tell him. It’s a weight on his heart that could sink him if he let it. He has time to think on it, to turn the knowledge over in his mind like broken glass, as if hoping to wear jagged edges down smooth. The absence below his waist is a constant reminder of what he has lost. He will get through this; he makes it a promise to himself, ignoring how many
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June 13 2011, 05:36:37 UTC
Oh my God. I'm so glad that you decided to do it, and so far I absolutely love it - how Charles realizes that his choice of words concerning orders was wrong, even if the idea was right, and how he sees neither is guilty for what happened and how he tried to spare Erik's feelings, and the way the remaining X-Men feel, and Erik sending Azazel actually makes perfect sense, and all the other little details - it all really clicks. In short, I just love, love your writing and your style and hope that it doesn't give you too much trouble with the exams. =) *does a happy dance*
Re: Fill: True Power is the Balance between Rage and Serenity (2a/?)gestalt1June 14 2011, 20:13:32 UTC
A/N: On reflextion, perhaps I should have put a trigger warning in the first part for use of the word 'crippled', which I hope came over as being a sort of self-hating/period-relevant useage, not meant in an ableist way. Unfortunatly I don't have a paid account so I can't edit comments, so it will have to wait until the fic is complete and posted elsewhere.
It is a month since the beach when he makes it back to the mansion. Back home. He has found... some measure of calm, of acceptance. He has always thought of himself as a man who can cope with adversity, but in truth, he has never experienced adversity before. What are the hardships of a young and rich man’s life, compared to this, he thinks, remembering Erik’s words with their well-hidden sting. There had been his step-father and step-brother, and that had been hard, but he had always had the hope of getting away, of knowing that when he was older he would be able to leave and have them become the ghosts of his past, forgotten and unmentioned. This cannot be forgotten. This cannot
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Re: Fill: True Power is the Balance between Rage and Serenity (2b/?)gestalt1June 14 2011, 20:17:14 UTC
Hank tells him, the day after he has settled in, that Erik has not stayed his hand during his absence. The diamond-hard woman, both in form and mind, has been taken from her prison. Charles wonders what his friend sees in her. She was like ice, he remembers, a winter pool placid and still, near unreadable. No empathy, no care for the world, for anything or anyone other than herself. He worries that Erik has taken a viper to him, that she will turn and sink fangs dripping poison into his mind. He hopes he keeps the helmet near, even if it means he cannot reach out and touch that familiar self, dark and deep, metal walls holding secrets like a puzzle box
( ... )
Re: Fill: True Power is the Balance between Rage and Serenity (2c/?)gestalt1June 14 2011, 20:17:52 UTC
His mind opens like a flower spreading its petals in the sun. He is aware of so much, so many minds, little lives like firefly sparks, most pale but now and then springing into bright colour, layered with the feeling, the knowledge of kin. Of power, strange and new, just under the surface. The bright new future of the world, full of potential, if only humanity could see it. If only they could learn to work together
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Yes. Hell yes, I second this prompt!
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Above him the cloudless blue sky. Below him sand, hot from the sun, sticking itchy to his skin where he had fallen. In his ears, the soft susurrus of the waves on the shore. And pain. Pain beyond anything he had ever felt before. It is a sunburst in his spine, distracting him from the fact that everything below it is numb. He cannot feel his legs. He cannot... he stares up, looking past Moira’s face, her hands cradling him, and selfishly wishes it was still Erik. That he had not abandoned him here on the beach. That he himself hadn’t been so foolish as to say ‘They were only following orders’He tells his toes to move in his boots, but he has no idea if they obey him. He suspects not. The students, the children, gather round him, just the three ( ... )
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Moira hesitates, but her pale skin touches red-as-blood, and the world changes around them. It is violent, but the landing is soft, and the sharp clean scent of disinfectant fills the air.
Charles lets himself relax, lets go of his forceful hold on consciousness. Lets the pain wash him away, into dark sleep. He is so very tired.
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You will not walk again. He had already suspected, probably already known deep down that this was the truth, but it hurts no less when the doctors tell him. It’s a weight on his heart that could sink him if he let it. He has time to think on it, to turn the knowledge over in his mind like broken glass, as if hoping to wear jagged edges down smooth. The absence below his waist is a constant reminder of what he has lost. He will get through this; he makes it a promise to himself, ignoring how many ( ... )
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*does a happy dance*
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It is a month since the beach when he makes it back to the mansion. Back home. He has found... some measure of calm, of acceptance. He has always thought of himself as a man who can cope with adversity, but in truth, he has never experienced adversity before. What are the hardships of a young and rich man’s life, compared to this, he thinks, remembering Erik’s words with their well-hidden sting. There had been his step-father and step-brother, and that had been hard, but he had always had the hope of getting away, of knowing that when he was older he would be able to leave and have them become the ghosts of his past, forgotten and unmentioned. This cannot be forgotten. This cannot ( ... )
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