...excuse me? Am I contacting Scott Summers? [The blindfolded man in white robes is probably shocking to see for a variety of reasons. One of said reasons are the antlers on his head. The rest is thanks to his calling - Cultivation.]
[He's a little surprised to see an unfamiliar man address him, especially one that's wearing a blindfold. And antlers. Which. Yes, that is rather odd, but also he's aware that people of many cultures exist here. It's not like he's exactly normal himself.
Nonetheless, being directly contacted like this gets the mutant to sit up straight as he formally addresses his Leaf. He's patient, calm, if slightly concerned, though the last bit may be harder to hear in his voice.]
I have heard that you possess...ah...special sight? {What he had heard hadn't explained Scott's abilities well at all.} I'm very curious. I lack sight entirely myself, though I hope that will change soon.
[So, the other is completely blind, it explains the blindfold. He remembers years ago when he thought he had to wear one all the time or else hurt everyone around him. Scott's sure that this isn't the same situation, but he's still listening. If he can help... he will.]
You're planning on fixing your eyesight? I'm not fully blinded myself, but I'd be happy to answer your questions.
[This isn't a level of vulnerability that he's suppose to show. He practically jammed it into his head that he needs to stay strong in any situation and that things would be fine eventually. Unfortunately, it's not fine at all. He isn't sure how long he's been in this closet for. It's safe, it has four walls to keep him protected but...
He doesn't feel safe at all. In fact, he doesn't feel okay, at all.
There is only one person he can truly trust. Was it because Scott's mannerisms were similar to his sister's? That certainly helped, but there was a camaraderie between them since the party. Then during the hydras attack, to then finding him in the kitchen.
Alexander isn't thinking straight, and without much of a thought, and finding that same comfort that he gets from his sister.]
Scott, it... It's me, Alexander.
[He can't even keep up the formality anymore. His voice is shaking, and he feels his eyes swollen, skin wet.]
I know it's... L-Late. But I need someone to talk to... Or just to lay down with someone -- or at least sit with. I don't want to be alone.
[He grips his phone, feeling his heart clenching and his voice stuck in his throat. He tries to control his voice, but his next words come out in a pained, desperate sob.]
I miss my parents -- and my sister. I cannot breathe -- my chest hurts.
[Steady... Steady. In yet, it's not steady at all.]
[He's certainly surprised to receive a message like this seemingly out of the blue, especially at night. However, it's near instant in the way that Scott finds himself responding back-- voice clear but also worried as he speaks into the Leaf. After all, the strain and exhaustion, the trembling in Alexander's voice, is more than enough to tell him that something is definitely troubling his friend.
Various scenarios run through his mind about what might have happened to Alexander, if someone attacked him, if someone suddenly disappeared-- but it's not that. It's. Grief. A longing for people that aren't here and he understands that on a level he can't describe right now. Similarly, his heart beats in a way that almost hurts, but he keeps his level level. He's here for Alexander.]
Yes, come over. Don't be alone in all this.
[He's in a loose t-shirt and sleep shorts, but it's fine. Honestly, Scott isn't thinking too much about it, his focus only on the voice on the other end.]
[There's a rush of relief when he notices that Scott answers back so quickly. It doesn't hurt any less, but it's enough to make him crawl out of the closet. He's still crying, he knows that he is. His eyes are sore and his hands are wet from trying to wipe his eyes and cheeks. It's embarrassing, to be completely honest but Scott isn't far away. He's in the same court, so he only has to walk a few minutes.
This legs feel heavy though, but he does manage to obscure his face so that no one can recognize him in the hallway.
Luckily, even with swollen eyes he can navigate the dark hallways with just his sight, managing to get to Scott's room. Usually much more quiet about this, but Scott will immediately hear the doorknob forcibly move. Hands shaking as he practically lunges in and runs into the closet at lightning speed.
He hasn't closed the door at the very least, but Scott will notice that he's curled up like a child, head pressed against his knees, with his hands gripping his headwings in a vice grip. Small pinions falling underneath him.]
... Scared.
[His voice is so weak, different from his usual, calm and stoic one. The mask is gone, it crumbled as soon as he got here.
It's his true self.]
How... How am I suppose to do this? I-- I do not have them here. How can I pretend to be happy -- to act as if I can adapt? I can't--!
[Well, now he's pulling on his headwings.]
I... Am a fraud. What you have seen is a simple facade that I keep to maintain appearances but... In truth, I am the weakest out of my family. I know I am.
[Scott was about ready to fully open the door for Alexander, but he doesn't get the chance for it. His mouth lightly parts as he catches the other man barreling in without any sort of finesse, and instead of running to him, he's running straight to his own closet. It's... not quite a reaction he's really seen or dealt with before, the surprise making him still for a few seconds, but it's not long before he breathes out again, centers himself, before he walks over to the closet and lowers himself to a kneel in front of his friend.
He's... having a panic attack? Or something among those lines. Whatever sort of term, but what he knows is Alexander is scared and dealing with grief. The loss of his family not being here with him. It's not an easy thing for anyone, no matter how strong they appear. He doesn't fault him for being like this.
He slowly reaches with his hand, as if not wanting to spook him too much, to place against one of the tight grips that's pulling on his head wings. The pull that seems almost painful and he wants to guide his friend away from that. He doesn't want to let that continue either, especially if it's going to hurt him. And all the while, he finally speaks up.]
It's difficult to be strong without your family here. [He agrees, almost softly.] You don't have to pretend to be happy and you aren't weak for missing them. I can't promise that they can be here, but know that you aren't alone either.
[Well, this is a surprise. For many reasons. Nancy reaching out to him-- mentioning another X-Man, but one he's completely unfamiliar with. He knows that she wouldn't lie to him, so the likely scenario is that this 'Gambit' is a X-Man, just one he hasn't met yet.
[Luckily for Scott, he's managed to change into more respectable clothes at this point-- although some may call it boring, especially compared to the more revealing outfits at the party. The fae can't be mad at him for dressing this way if he's still at the dorms. This feels important to him because if he's going to actually meet another X-Man then he'd rather not be in a mesh shirt or crop top.
Not the kind of impression he wants to set.
So, he stands and waits in the winter dorms as agreed upon, red sunglasses covering his eyes as usual with the mutant looking... serious, but also that isn't anything too new. Maybe in a way it's Scott hiding his own anxiety; he just wants to appear dependable and everything else people expect him to be.
Not to mention that he knows nothing about Gambit. He wonders how much the other mutant knows about him, if anything at all.]
[Scott may have noticed that Alexander has been awfully quiet for the last week. In fact, it may have seemed like he went home given the radio silence after their last correspondence about a week ago.
So, it may come as a surprise to get a text from him so suddenly -- especially after he's been quiet.]
I need an energy drink. Coffee. Maybe both. Something. A stimulant to keep me awake.
[He's surprised, but he also doesn't think too much of it-- until he reads the message that's being displayed. One curious eyebrow lifts, along with a feeling of sympathy because yeah, he gets those days. Running on coffee to keep yourself awake. It's one of those days for Alexander, huh?]
One of those days? Yeah, I can meet, and I'll bring coffee.
[And sooner, rather than later, Scott will start heading to the tree house with two mugs of coffee-- luckily contained with a lid and everything, similar to a thermal.]
[Honestly, he's so tired that Scott doesn't even get a reply back. Instead, when he reaches the tree house, he can basically hear Alexander pushing himself against the floor. Silence filling the air, before he unlatches one of his secret entrances and pops his head out for Scott to see that he's very much alive.
Though, he looks slightly different with his glasses on and much longer hair. It falls down the hatch as he stares at Scott with such tired eyes. Visible dark skin underneath the bags as he sighs out and reaches for Scott's hand to drag him in.]
[ A rather posh-sounding English accent speaks through the message left. ]
Hello Mr. Summers, I have been informed that we are sharing a room. My name is Jonathan Harker, and I would be pleased to meet you at your earliest convenience.
[Ah, so his new roommate has been assigned to him after the last person's departure. Color him interested, especially as he listens to the posh accent coming through the Leaf. He can make a couple of assumptions, possibly, but that's what they are until he actually meets Jonathan.
It doesn't take him long to respond, voice clear and serious, but with a note of politeness still.]
I'd be interested in meeting you as well. Do you wish to speak in our shared quarters?
I am delighted to hear that. I believe that would be agreeable. I can meet you there in about 10 minutes.
[ He had the direction and was heading that way, but had not actually been to the room yet as he did not want to intrude first. He would even knock upon the door when arriving.
Standing just outside the door, dressed in a Victorian-style suit in deep blue, with a long white fur coat folded inside out over one arm. A Winchester repeater rifle over his back from the fancy strap. His jacket hid the other two weapons, but he did smile when the door opened.
Jonathan was a very pale young man, maybe twenty-one by looks. Bright blue eyes, which stood out given his stark white hair. ]
Good afternoon, Mr. Summers. I beleive it is afternoon at least.
[Scott's surprised to see a gift from Gambit, but the journal is definitely a welcome item. What may start of as something for him to keep notes in, may eventually have some of his more personal thoughts.]
[Scott will notice that there's a small box at his door. Attached, there's a letter. It's clearly from Alexander, given the fancy handwriting behind the card.]
... I'm not good at giving gifts. In fact, I'm not very good at expressing how I feel, so I hope that his locket will do the trick. I once gave my sister a locket for the holidays, and now she keeps it with her, even though she pretended like she didn't open it.
You don't have to wear it; I just thought you may like it. I'm not a good goldsmith, so I hope it will not break but... Either way. Thank you. For everything.
[There's amusement on his face as he reads his card, but honestly, the present is quite touching. He's not much of someone that wears jewelry and the like, but it's still a really nice piece and he keeps it close to him on his nightstand next to him. Maybe here and there, he'll come to eventually wear it too.
He'll be sure to thank Alexander for it later as well.]
[ At some point leading up to the 25th, Scott will find a small basket on his doorstep. There are a few fruits and vegetables, and some latkes and sufganiyot that Erik made himself. Along with it there's a pair of warm gloves and a scarf for the winter weather. ]
To Scott,
Luckily these grew even without your assistance...
[He's surprised by the gift from Erik, but nonetheless appreciated. It even gets him to smile a bit, and he'll definitely be thanking the older mutant sometime later for the fruit-- while dressed in the scarf and gloves he's received from him.
It definitely is going to lead Scott into visiting his farm more often, just to see how Erik is doing and assist if needed.]
[ On the morning of Christmas day, Scott will be able to find a neatly wrapped box sitting outside his door. Inside it are this ugly Christmas sweater and a bottle of that liquor he and Alex downed that night. The note on the box says - ]
Hey, baby bro. Thought this sweater will come in handy the next time you puke after getting drunk. Three shots on me?
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Nonetheless, being directly contacted like this gets the mutant to sit up straight as he formally addresses his Leaf. He's patient, calm, if slightly concerned, though the last bit may be harder to hear in his voice.]
Yes, you are. How can I help you?
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[So, the other is completely blind, it explains the blindfold. He remembers years ago when he thought he had to wear one all the time or else hurt everyone around him. Scott's sure that this isn't the same situation, but he's still listening. If he can help... he will.]
You're planning on fixing your eyesight? I'm not fully blinded myself, but I'd be happy to answer your questions.
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He doesn't feel safe at all. In fact, he doesn't feel okay, at all.
There is only one person he can truly trust. Was it because Scott's mannerisms were similar to his sister's? That certainly helped, but there was a camaraderie between them since the party. Then during the hydras attack, to then finding him in the kitchen.
Alexander isn't thinking straight, and without much of a thought, and finding that same comfort that he gets from his sister.]
Scott, it... It's me, Alexander.
[He can't even keep up the formality anymore. His voice is shaking, and he feels his eyes swollen, skin wet.]
I know it's... L-Late. But I need someone to talk to... Or just to lay down with someone -- or at least sit with. I don't want to be alone.
[He grips his phone, feeling his heart clenching and his voice stuck in his throat. He tries to control his voice, but his next words come out in a pained, desperate sob.]
I miss my parents -- and my sister. I cannot breathe -- my chest hurts.
[Steady... Steady. In yet, it's not steady at all.]
So please... Can I come to your room?
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Various scenarios run through his mind about what might have happened to Alexander, if someone attacked him, if someone suddenly disappeared-- but it's not that. It's. Grief. A longing for people that aren't here and he understands that on a level he can't describe right now. Similarly, his heart beats in a way that almost hurts, but he keeps his level level. He's here for Alexander.]
Yes, come over. Don't be alone in all this.
[He's in a loose t-shirt and sleep shorts, but it's fine. Honestly, Scott isn't thinking too much about it, his focus only on the voice on the other end.]
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This legs feel heavy though, but he does manage to obscure his face so that no one can recognize him in the hallway.
Luckily, even with swollen eyes he can navigate the dark hallways with just his sight, managing to get to Scott's room. Usually much more quiet about this, but Scott will immediately hear the doorknob forcibly move. Hands shaking as he practically lunges in and runs into the closet at lightning speed.
He hasn't closed the door at the very least, but Scott will notice that he's curled up like a child, head pressed against his knees, with his hands gripping his headwings in a vice grip. Small pinions falling underneath him.]
... Scared.
[His voice is so weak, different from his usual, calm and stoic one. The mask is gone, it crumbled as soon as he got here.
It's his true self.]
How... How am I suppose to do this? I-- I do not have them here. How can I pretend to be happy -- to act as if I can adapt? I can't--!
[Well, now he's pulling on his headwings.]
I... Am a fraud. What you have seen is a simple facade that I keep to maintain appearances but... In truth, I am the weakest out of my family. I know I am.
[It's a cry for help. He pleads with him.]
So please... Help me.
he's here!!
He's... having a panic attack? Or something among those lines. Whatever sort of term, but what he knows is Alexander is scared and dealing with grief. The loss of his family not being here with him. It's not an easy thing for anyone, no matter how strong they appear. He doesn't fault him for being like this.
He slowly reaches with his hand, as if not wanting to spook him too much, to place against one of the tight grips that's pulling on his head wings. The pull that seems almost painful and he wants to guide his friend away from that. He doesn't want to let that continue either, especially if it's going to hurt him. And all the while, he finally speaks up.]
It's difficult to be strong without your family here. [He agrees, almost softly.] You don't have to pretend to be happy and you aren't weak for missing them. I can't promise that they can be here, but know that you aren't alone either.
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There's a man here that says he knows you. His name is Gambit. He's one of you X-Men.
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Or a mutant trying to pretend to be one.
Either way, he wants to check it out.]
I'll be there.
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Brilliant. See you soon.
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Not the kind of impression he wants to set.
So, he stands and waits in the winter dorms as agreed upon, red sunglasses covering his eyes as usual with the mutant looking... serious, but also that isn't anything too new. Maybe in a way it's Scott hiding his own anxiety; he just wants to appear dependable and everything else people expect him to be.
Not to mention that he knows nothing about Gambit. He wonders how much the other mutant knows about him, if anything at all.]
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So, it may come as a surprise to get a text from him so suddenly -- especially after he's been quiet.]
I need an energy drink. Coffee. Maybe both. Something. A stimulant to keep me awake.
[Oh... His speech is a bit different.]
Where are you? Can you meet me at my tree house?
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One of those days? Yeah, I can meet, and I'll bring coffee.
[And sooner, rather than later, Scott will start heading to the tree house with two mugs of coffee-- luckily contained with a lid and everything, similar to a thermal.]
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Though, he looks slightly different with his glasses on and much longer hair. It falls down the hatch as he stares at Scott with such tired eyes. Visible dark skin underneath the bags as he sighs out and reaches for Scott's hand to drag him in.]
Thanks. Come up will you?
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Hello Mr. Summers, I have been informed that we are sharing a room. My name is Jonathan Harker, and I would be pleased to meet you at your earliest convenience.
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It doesn't take him long to respond, voice clear and serious, but with a note of politeness still.]
I'd be interested in meeting you as well. Do you wish to speak in our shared quarters?
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[ He had the direction and was heading that way, but had not actually been to the room yet as he did not want to intrude first. He would even knock upon the door when arriving.
Standing just outside the door, dressed in a Victorian-style suit in deep blue, with a long white fur coat folded inside out over one arm. A Winchester repeater rifle over his back from the fancy strap. His jacket hid the other two weapons, but he did smile when the door opened.
Jonathan was a very pale young man, maybe twenty-one by looks. Bright blue eyes, which stood out given his stark white hair. ]
Good afternoon, Mr. Summers. I beleive it is afternoon at least.
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Thought it might give you something to do since there ain't no Danger Room drills, mon ami. Merry Christmas.
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... I'm not good at giving gifts. In fact, I'm not very good at expressing how I feel, so I hope that his locket will do the trick. I once gave my sister a locket for the holidays, and now she keeps it with her, even though she pretended like she didn't open it.
You don't have to wear it; I just thought you may like it. I'm not a good goldsmith, so I hope it will not break but... Either way. Thank you. For everything.
With love,
A.P
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He'll be sure to thank Alexander for it later as well.]
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To Scott,
Luckily these grew even without your assistance...
Happy holidays
From Erik
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It definitely is going to lead Scott into visiting his farm more often, just to see how Erik is doing and assist if needed.]
⨂ christmas gift
Hey, baby bro. Thought this sweater will come in handy the next time you puke after getting drunk. Three shots on me?
Merry Christmas,
Alex