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[needsahandjob]

[what with all the truth going on and the subconscious explorations you must all be really tired, right?  Perhaps there is sleeping in beds, perhaps there is sleeping in someone else's bed.

because you see, this is a bedninja post and maybe you are now in someone else's bed, or they are now in yours. :')]

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[needsahandjob]

[or mine :')]

[mind_over_metal]

*this is not going to be a fun night in the life of Charles Xavier. while his control (even in his sleep) has naturally been developed and strengthened over the years, other people's nightmares can still be so disorienting...*

[needsahandjob]

[well you could always try and sit back and relax as someone straps you into a machine and rips your powers out again, and again, and again. I mean. It's not like you can do anything about it.]

[mind_over_metal]

*on the positive side of things, it's not like Charles can accidentally kick you in his sleep in an unsuccessful attempt to escape the torture. he does have a white-knuckled death grip on whatever was nearest to his hands, though -- one of them is twisting up the covers pretty good while the other... well, uh. sorry about your arm, Julian. hope that doesn't bruise.*

[needsahandjob]

[it's okay, his sensation in his arm is weird past the elbow anyway, he actually wouldn't notice. it does, however, feel cold. he frowns while dreaming but incorporates that into it as being yet another restraint. :)]

[mind_over_metal]

*...this is a horrible feedback loop. doesn't let up his hold -- stays frozen, though out of uncertainty or fear or pain or defiance, who can say? it's all just a blur of something horrible.*

[needsahandjob]

[everything just fades into a blur of horribleness on this end too. Though there was the fun time where he threw up on someone when they rescued him.]

[mind_over_metal]

*slowly exhales, trembling slightly all over, face wet with tears. as the dream fades, his own consciousness begins reasserting itself, doing damage control -- in this case, he starts waking up and, slowly and steadily, pulls Julian with him*

[needsahandjob]

Leave me alone, Miss Frost.

[half-asleep.]

[mind_over_metal]

*Charles's mind is way ahead of himself right now, as he's barely made it to half-awake himself*

...nnnngh...

[needsahandjob]

[yeah, he's just sliding back to sleep. dreamlessly, for now.]

[mind_over_metal]

*slowly, his eyes blink open and he stares blankly at the ceiling, still breathing a little heavily. he looks down at his right hand and deliberately releases the twisted sheet, and down at his left hand and-

...gently loosens his grip on Julian's arm.*

[needsahandjob]

[that actually wakes him up.]

I promise, tomorrow I'll do - oh. It's you. The Professor.

[mind_over_metal]

Terribly sorry. Camp, I'm afraid.

*wipes his face without the slightest hint of shame or self-consciousness at the tears, though he does seem embarrassed at his lapse in telepathic control*

Are you all right? I seem to have gotten a bit... caught up in things.

[needsahandjob]

You're not going to tell me that I need to talk to people tomorrow, are you, whether I want to or not?

[mind_over_metal]

What? Of course not.