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[ihearyouthink]

The Mansion

It was the middle of the day, the suns rays filtering in through the dust in Charles' study. Still in his dressing gown, a half empty glass in hand as he idly watched the particles swirl in and out of the light beams. He took another swallow, letting his thoughts dissolve back into nothing.

All the students were gone. They had left, one by one, as his confidence waned and crumbled. The stress had finally gotten to him, between losing Raven and the war taking most of his students away, he couldn't handle being a failure anymore.

At this point, he didn't even care. All he cared about was keeping his legs going with Hank's serum and drinking away the voices in his head. He took another swallow, draining the glass.

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that's okay! real life happens and all

[shadowblends]

It's tempting - so tempting to simply do as Charles told him and take off, but with nowhere else to go and no one to actually help him keep an eye out for trouble, it was not the most ideal situation; he'd rather find a hideout where he could actually be safe.

An eyebrow lifted toward the comment about his tail, head turning to glance at the appendage then returning to Charles just as he secured the band around his arm and sat down. "At times ... Other times, it's--" he stopped, mouth hanging open in shock before he finally gathered enough nerve to ask, "... what are you doing?"

Re: that's okay! real life happens and all

[ihearyouthink]

Since while the serum was in effect, he couldn't use his ability to make the blue youth go away, there was not a thing he could do about Kurt in his house if he decided to stay.

He sighs, "This sort of thing isn't meant for an audience." The syringe full of serum comes out, amber liquid inside. Without it, his powers come back and he loses the use of his legs. Win-win...and a lose-lose in a way.

[shadowblends]

His brow furrowed at that, golden eyes examining the strange liquid in the syringe that Charles was holding. Is that ...? The first thought that comes to mind is drugs.

He reached to grasp the hand that the other male was using to hold the needle, firmly gripping his wrist to keep the item held aloft. "You don't seriously need this, do you?"

[ihearyouthink]

"Let go," he said, trying to pull his wrist back, anxious that he was getting to be too late with the dose. But the other mutant was much too strong for him to break the grip. "I do need it, please!" Was he begging? Yes, it had come to this. He didn't want to feel helpless, like a cripple that couldn't help anyone, and yet this is what it had reduced him to.

He pulled in vain on his arm, already feeling the fringes of people's thoughts around him. His legs starting to fail him, as he tried to push Kurt away....and he couldn't.

[shadowblends]

"But--" he hesitated with his statement, concern creasing his features at the pleading tone. The blue boy didn't want to let him do it, but there was a lingering thought, buzzing in the back of his mind like an annoying bug that couldn't be shooed away.

Regardless of the fact that he didn't approve of Charles injecting himself with whatever was in the needle, he couldn't get over how desperate the man had sounded. So, with every ounce of hesitance tamped down, he released his arm and turned away, letting his gaze avert to the ground.