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EIGHTY TWO ✖ VIDEO
[This post comes within minutes of the flood announcement, because Charles knows something is wrong the second it hits, even if he's still distracted and furious (with himself and the Barge, and their entire desperate situation), and it's that fury that he grips onto instinctively.
It's been what's fueling him for years. Even if he knows now how badly he'd screwed up, it's still a crutch that feels more often like a weapon he wouldn't be able to fight without.
He's in his room, and for anyone who remembers his counterpart on the other Barge, he's not dressed strangely, necessarily. Or, at least, you're probably used to seeing him walking around in the dark cape, maroon jacket and slacks, black boots and gloves, especially in his early days on the Barge. There's an unmistakeable crackle of telepathic energy for anyone on his access filter, enough to cause a uncomfortable headache and getting worse.
There's no hiding his fury in his voice or his expression because suddenly the only thing that's really mattered to him in the last twenty four hours is gone, and one of you is clearly responsible for it.]
You all have two minutes to tell me what you did to Erik before I make you rip yourselves apart.
[It's a threat he fully intends on carrying out, is fully capable of carrying out, but it's also one he can be talked down from relatively easily. He just doesn't realize it yet.]
It's been what's fueling him for years. Even if he knows now how badly he'd screwed up, it's still a crutch that feels more often like a weapon he wouldn't be able to fight without.
He's in his room, and for anyone who remembers his counterpart on the other Barge, he's not dressed strangely, necessarily. Or, at least, you're probably used to seeing him walking around in the dark cape, maroon jacket and slacks, black boots and gloves, especially in his early days on the Barge. There's an unmistakeable crackle of telepathic energy for anyone on his access filter, enough to cause a uncomfortable headache and getting worse.
There's no hiding his fury in his voice or his expression because suddenly the only thing that's really mattered to him in the last twenty four hours is gone, and one of you is clearly responsible for it.]
You all have two minutes to tell me what you did to Erik before I make you rip yourselves apart.
[It's a threat he fully intends on carrying out, is fully capable of carrying out, but it's also one he can be talked down from relatively easily. He just doesn't realize it yet.]
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She shifts against his hand, threads her fingers through the hair at the back of his head, and when she does finally pull away, it's almost grudgingly.
Maybe if he were to stay, maybe if they could inhabit the same world - but the Charles who thinks of her as a sister will be back, and she is all too familiar with how disturbing flood memories can be when everything is back to normal.]
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He still loves the Morgana he knows, doesn't love her more or less, but she's almost unattainable in a different way. Had things been different, this Morgana and this Charles could have done a lot together, and it's a shame they have hours, days at most to explore that possibility.
So his smile is sort of wry when she pulls back, and he gently cups her cheek for a brief moment.]
I'm glad you decided to check up on me.
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So am I. And now that I have, I ought to leave you to it.
Something tells me you have much to learn from this room.
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This all belongs to someone who hadn't made the same mistakes, the same sacrifices, and he's apparently happy and has more or less what he wants. It's difficult not to stand here and think about how easily this could have been his, and how now it's so far out of reach.
That same part that wants to leave the room and not come back wants to ask her to stay, or if he can leave with her, but he's always been good about torturing himself. Maybe going through this other person's things will give him a better idea of what to expect here, of what had happened to Erik.]
I'm certain I'll be seeing more of you.
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Yes, [She agrees, heading for the door.] One way or another, you will.
[One me or another.]