forgodssake: (#8024681)
charles xavier. ([personal profile] forgodssake) wrote in [community profile] ataraxionlogs2014-07-12 03:04 pm
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oo6. closedish.

CHARACTERS: Charles Xavier and Severus Snape; Remus Lupin; Emma Swan; Nuala; Rogue; Johanna Mason; Odessa Knutson; Erik Lehnsherr; Captain Hook (Killian Jones); Hank McCoy; Raven Darkholme; Cassandra Anderson, others as they happen.
LOCATION: Level fourteen, room one hundred; laundry facilities; bar on level fourteen; kitchen on level fourteen; the Gardens; media library; level twenty, room one-hundred and ninety two; others as they happen.
WARNINGS: TBA.
SUMMARY: Adjusting to being a different person is a struggle.
NOTES: This is only partially closed. I'm using this as a forum for people to poke him, as random run ins may happen as I tag out instead. Please let me know if you'd like to do anything, and I'll be happy to set up a thread (unless you're feel ambitious).

to ever spend my life sitting playing future games
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sorrycharles: (aggressive tendencies)

[personal profile] sorrycharles 2014-07-27 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ Zipper teeth cinch tight at Charles’ lapels, twisted by an invisible hand in the instant before they drag him face down off the side of the bed and flat onto the floor.

Erik has only just now started for him, but the room is small: three strides and he’s there to haul the smaller man upright. Two more see his back nailed to the wall; Erik catches his free hand up under wiry neckbeard, around the throat. His fingers bind hard into tender skin there, crushing muscle and pipe together, further stemming oxygen to the brain where his thumb hooks to dig deep into the carotid's flow. ]

You’re one of them.

[ Defiance, if any, is met with a helpful bite of bony fingertips to bring eye contact around to bear by force.

There’s nothing else left that Charles needs to see. ]
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[personal profile] forgodssake 2014-07-27 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ Charles hits the floor like he didn't expect to, despite everything; there's an instinctively flung out hand to brace for impact, but breath leaves him sudden and sharp and inarticulate. Pale eyes flash panicky through dishevelled, lank hair at a glance over towards steps on fast approach.

Struggle is indistinct but immediate, shoes scuffling against the ground as he's dragged up from it with a hiss of vocalised, vicious protest, but still sees back to wall, and hand at throat.

A fist thumps Erik's shoulder, but that's all; hands grasp and claw at arm, grip.

There's nothing else left to say, either, save for sick sounding choking gasps. His eyes are bright, saline-blurred, focused on Erik's face even as vision starts to get dark at the edges. The start of a nn-- is cut off with tighter fingers, while his own loosen fractionally. ]
sorrycharles: (I SAID BACK OFF)

[personal profile] sorrycharles 2014-07-27 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ The meat of Erik’s shoulder is set iron stiff against Charles’ fist, muscle sleek and lean and hard under leather’s softer give. He doesn’t blink -- doesn’t seem to notice. ]

Powerless, [ he says, quiet and close.

Anger quivers into a show of his teeth -- frustration rough on his breath. ]

I never wanted to hurt you.
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[personal profile] forgodssake 2014-07-27 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ But you are and alternatively but you did are both too articulate for someone with their throat clamped shut and devoid of telepathy and running out of oxygen besides, but maybe it can be read in direct stare back. What passes for breathing is shallow and thin if still somehow noisy.

Focus is sharp until it isn't, swimming and dull, unconsciousness like a dark hole beneath him. Slaps and thumps and struggles have slowed to nothing, his hands only gripping Erik's arm like it can save him just as much as it's holding him in place. ]
sorrycharles: (no my eyes are always this wet)

[personal profile] sorrycharles 2014-07-27 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ Clear fluid slides from the base of Erik’s nose when he exhales, and increasingly there’s a well at his eyes to match: moisture that slips loose in time with a release of his grip. He lets Charles fall as he will.

He’s lost, for a moment.

There is the door. Those are the papers. ]
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[personal profile] forgodssake 2014-07-27 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ He falls heavy, shoulder checking against Erik's thigh on the way down as Charles lists forward and only just manages not to faceplant entirely. A crawling slump sideways, cornered into wall and the edge of his bed, retching breaths loud and wet as windpipe considers the possibility of opening back up. Head down, dizzy.

Shame and a more spiritual hurt are all factors of tugging gravity too, and setting a tremor in his hands, but at least he can rest comfortable in simply feeling ill, forehead pressed to mattress edge and eyes closed.

Waiting for Erik to leave, or to feel like he isn't going to pass out, whichever comes first. ]
sorrycharles: (abort thread)

[personal profile] sorrycharles 2014-07-27 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ It doesn’t take long.

With Charles retching low in his periphery, Erik turns to go.

The sound of his footsteps crosses away for the door. He flattens his hand across the panel, the portal opens, and he’s through.

A few drowsy leaves of paper stir out into the hall in his wake. ]
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