balancingminds: (don't want to think)
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The shadows keep moving, he has on all the lights but he can't make the shadows stop. He looks up, there was a ship and a sky, but they're gone. Is he truly awake? Lights don't mean anything, he can create lights in a dream, he looks down to find he's not dressed. Perhaps he was asleep then, that would be good. He needs to be able to sleep and then wake up once more.

Carefully he dresses, focusing on the texture of each piece of clothing so he doesn't hear all the thoughts and feel all the emotions. They're very close, people are scared and angry and something's hungry. His shirt is starched, the cloth smooth between his fingers as he buttons all but the last two buttons at his collar. Then the cuff links with the Xavier crest, he presses his finger against one of the Xs until the pressure hurts. Sweater next, soft cashmere that's light as he slips it over his head and adjusts it to fall just so. Then his jacket, heavy tweed that he bought in Dublin, a jacket for a tutor at Oxford, he traces the weave noting the threads of blue interspersed with the grey. He chose this one because it looked best with his eyes, Raven approved of the ever so slightly wider lapels, not as modern as he could be but a step forward.

This is reality, this is all real. He starts coughing, feeling every shudder through his body.

Date: 2012-10-25 01:54 am (UTC)
itrunsinthefamily: dubious face ([Red] not so sure about that)
From: [personal profile] itrunsinthefamily
"We're both awake and this is real. You're going to be all right."
He has to be.

Date: 2012-10-25 01:57 am (UTC)
itrunsinthefamily: with bow and arrows on her back ([Red] I'm on the hunt I'm after you)
From: [personal profile] itrunsinthefamily
Red keeps pace with him. "See? It's not that far at all."

Date: 2012-10-25 02:02 am (UTC)
itrunsinthefamily: (Default)
From: [personal profile] itrunsinthefamily
Red grins. "Good! Good. You'll be able to go home and get away from all this."

Date: 2012-10-25 02:07 am (UTC)
itrunsinthefamily: dubious face ([Red] not so sure about that)
From: [personal profile] itrunsinthefamily
"Charles?"
She... sees a door three feet to his right, but is this one of those things where it shows up in a different place for different people? Does that happen at all?
(Unfortunately, she can't do anything about what he's hearing.)

Date: 2012-10-25 02:15 am (UTC)
itrunsinthefamily: confused face ([Red] what is this I don't even)
From: [personal profile] itrunsinthefamily
"...Okay. I don't. Do you want to go back upstairs?"
She's running out of options, and she doesn't like it. She just wants to make it better.

Date: 2012-10-25 03:50 am (UTC)
itrunsinthefamily: dubious face ([Red] not so sure about that)
From: [personal profile] itrunsinthefamily
"No, you're not. No one's going to get you, Charles."
She's real, but she's starting to think she's out of her depth here. That's not good.

Date: 2012-10-25 03:56 am (UTC)
itrunsinthefamily: (Default)
From: [personal profile] itrunsinthefamily
"Breathe, Charles. You're panicking."
Not that she can entirely blame him, but that's not going to help here.

Date: 2012-10-25 03:59 am (UTC)
itrunsinthefamily: dubious face ([Red] not so sure about that)
From: [personal profile] itrunsinthefamily
"There's a door three feet away from you. Try that?"
Desperate times call for... well, mentioning something she's not sure if he can even see. But she sees it, and if it's not there for him she's already apologising in her head.

Date: 2012-10-25 04:04 am (UTC)
itrunsinthefamily: confused face ([Red] what is this I don't even)
From: [personal profile] itrunsinthefamily
"Charles! Is going out back even going to help?"
She remembers how she found him the other day, is all.

Date: 2012-10-25 04:13 am (UTC)
itrunsinthefamily: dubious face ([Red] not so sure about that)
From: [personal profile] itrunsinthefamily
"Given how badly off you were the other night, I wouldn't call it away."
She keeps pace with him as best she can - which, it must be admitted, is pretty good.

Date: 2012-10-25 04:19 am (UTC)
itrunsinthefamily: confused face ([Red] what is this I don't even)
From: [personal profile] itrunsinthefamily
There's still a smell of wrongness coming from the woods. To say nothing of-- when did that building even - on second thought, she's probably better off not asking.
"Are you sure about this, Charles?"

Date: 2012-10-25 04:23 am (UTC)
itrunsinthefamily: dubious face ([Red] not so sure about that)
From: [personal profile] itrunsinthefamily
"I can't stop that for you. I'm sorry."
She really is. She thought the front door would help, if it were there.

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