His name, her bitter laugh, the pain in her leg. But then Charles is scrambling off his stool, stance uncoordinated and he's not sure if that's the serum wearing off, or he's drunk. Maybe, just maybe, it's panic. )
Raven.
( He goes to reach out, to touch her, hand shaking. But then he stops, watches her instead, something mournful in his gaze. He would have known it was her if he'd had his power. Not because he'd have plucked the answer from her head, but because everyone has their own resonation. He would have realised. )
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His name, her bitter laugh, the pain in her leg. But then Charles is scrambling off his stool, stance uncoordinated and he's not sure if that's the serum wearing off, or he's drunk. Maybe, just maybe, it's panic. )
Raven.
( He goes to reach out, to touch her, hand shaking. But then he stops, watches her instead, something mournful in his gaze. He would have known it was her if he'd had his power. Not because he'd have plucked the answer from her head, but because everyone has their own resonation. He would have realised. )
It is you, isn't it? Please. Please, don't go.