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TWENTY SIX ✖ SPAM/TELEPATHY
[(Telepathy) Spam for Jean and Morgana]
[It was frustrating, to lie awake at night and not be able to get to sleep. Actual insomnia and not I really need to finish this paper and therefore can't get to sleep at regular hours lack of sleep was almost a foreign concept to Charles, because while it was true that it wasn't like he'd never had nightmares before, these were worse, more frequent, and couldn't be brushed off as a figment of his imagination, or a memory he'd absorbed from someone else. They'd actually happened, to him, and when he did finally get to sleep, it often wasn't for very long.
Tonight, sleep was being especially evasive, so he read, and tried to find ways to occupy himself and hopefully wear himself down enough that he'd eventually have to go to sleep. But his eyes had started feeling gritty and sore, and the words had started to blur together, so he'd finally crawled into bed, and... couldn't fall asleep.
It was late. Very late, and he couldn't let his mind wander without it starting to dive into territory he really didn't want to confront anymore than he already had, so, as he did every few nights since port had ended, he carefully extended his telepathy to check on people.
He couldn't sense Erik at all, which was to be expected, even though his friend was likely lying awake next door trying to fend off nightmares himself. Charles wanted to help, but he knew Erik would be stubborn about accepting it, or just outright refuse, and he didn't want to fight with him right now. Merlin and Arthur were sleeping, which really made sense, as it was late, and he didn't linger too long in their dreams, enough to try and smooth them out a little instead of taking a turn for the worse. They'd never even realize he'd been there.
Which left Morgana and Jean for tonight, and he carefully reached out to them separately, hoping they were asleep and weren't dreaming.]
[It was frustrating, to lie awake at night and not be able to get to sleep. Actual insomnia and not I really need to finish this paper and therefore can't get to sleep at regular hours lack of sleep was almost a foreign concept to Charles, because while it was true that it wasn't like he'd never had nightmares before, these were worse, more frequent, and couldn't be brushed off as a figment of his imagination, or a memory he'd absorbed from someone else. They'd actually happened, to him, and when he did finally get to sleep, it often wasn't for very long.
Tonight, sleep was being especially evasive, so he read, and tried to find ways to occupy himself and hopefully wear himself down enough that he'd eventually have to go to sleep. But his eyes had started feeling gritty and sore, and the words had started to blur together, so he'd finally crawled into bed, and... couldn't fall asleep.
It was late. Very late, and he couldn't let his mind wander without it starting to dive into territory he really didn't want to confront anymore than he already had, so, as he did every few nights since port had ended, he carefully extended his telepathy to check on people.
He couldn't sense Erik at all, which was to be expected, even though his friend was likely lying awake next door trying to fend off nightmares himself. Charles wanted to help, but he knew Erik would be stubborn about accepting it, or just outright refuse, and he didn't want to fight with him right now. Merlin and Arthur were sleeping, which really made sense, as it was late, and he didn't linger too long in their dreams, enough to try and smooth them out a little instead of taking a turn for the worse. They'd never even realize he'd been there.
Which left Morgana and Jean for tonight, and he carefully reached out to them separately, hoping they were asleep and weren't dreaming.]
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Me too.
[It's a soft, intent murmur; it's still a bit strange, seeing him so young, experiencing all the little differences, but - it's nice, too. To know a Professor so youthful and earnest and hopeful, even with everything that weighs on him, everything he doesn't say.
She'll never stop being grateful for having him here.]
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He pulls back after a moment, still smiling and giving her a bit of a Look, clearly amused.]
So, what's this about me getting kidnapped and being in need of a rescue from the five of you?
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Well, you were travelling - on the trail of a mutant signature. We didn't think anything was wrong, at first, when you didn't contact us; you can get really focused.
And then - one night, I felt...it was almost like a dream, but it was too real. Too...familiar. You were trapped, and calling for help.
We used the landmarks I saw to figure out where you were. Warren's aunt knew a guide in the area. So - well, off we flew. [A slight smirk.] First class. Warren's money definitely comes in handy, sometimes.
When we got there... [Her grin is wide and bright, now, as Ken Hale appears in the doorway - a gorilla with khaki shorts, an orange tank, and an entirely too intelligent expression.] Mr. Hale wasn't exactly what we expected. But he was willing to help us.
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Is he a mutant? Or just an intelligent gorilla?
[Which, okay, he could buy this being a mutation, but it would be really testing his ability to accept the strange if the answer was there was a tribe of intelligent gorillas that had somehow evaded detection for the last several thousand years of human history.]
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[For a moment, he shifts into the form he once had, a strapping young man with pale brown hair and deep brown eyes.]
He was on a super team for a while, back in the fifties, but now he's living in the jungle.