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Tweak says, "no apologies, no regrets"

𝕛𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕖𝕣 (bardcore) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2011-09-24 16:37:00

Entry tags:

charles xavier, raven xavier

Who: Charles Xavier and Raven Darkholme.
What: Waking up and coming to ~~entirely incorrect~~ conclusions.
Where: The study.
When: Morning.
Rating: TBD.
Status: In progress.

Charles, though he hardly knew that was his name, woke up feeling confused and more than a little out of sorts. He was immediately struck with the fact that he had no idea where he was. More than that, he had no idea who he was. He was almost certain that was not normal, though he couldn't say what with having no memories. His eyes snapped open and he tried to sit up, but there was a warm weight against his chest. He was pretty sure it was another person, almost familiar in a way he couldn't quite place. Looking down he was confronted with a shock of bright red hair.

But that wasn't the unusual part. The girl, because it was a girl, had blue skin with raised sections in fascinating patterns. He was sure he should have been startled by her appearance, scared or bothered or anything, but there was something rather lovely about it. Besides, judging by their proximity and the way she was curled up against him, he couldn't imagine she was someone with whom he wasn't somehow close. There was just something reassuring about her appearance, like a security blanket only far prettier. He reached out hesitantly, brushing his fingers along the pattern of raised skin along her forehead, marvelling at the texture. "Miss..." He said after a moment, wishing he knew her name so he could get her attention. "Excuse me...I need you to wake up, please?"

He paused after he had spoken, glad that he now knew at least something of himself. He was British. Not that this really helped, but it was something to hold on to. With a sigh, he carefully, tucked the girl's hair behind her ear and shook her shoulder to try and wake her again. "Could you please wake up? I really could use some assistance."

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whoeveryouwant
2011-09-24 09:31 pm UTC (link)

Although Raven wasn't aware of it, waking her up in the mornings was not a task most could accomplish easily. And apparently, even without any knowledge of who she was, that hadn't changed if the fact that the soft-spoken voice that was prodding her back into consciousness wasn't really having much success was any indication. In fact, she groaned softly at the request she wake, doing her best to snuggle closer to the warm body beneath hers, when something occurred to her. Several somethings, actually.

The first was that she didn't know who it was she was lying with. Not one single clue. The second was that she didn't know where she was or how she had come to be in such an intimate position with a stranger. And the third was that she had no idea who she was, either. It was ultimately the third realization that caused her eyes to snap open and she quickly raised up a bit to stare with shock at the man staring back up at her.

"Who are you?" she questioned, all but scrambling into a seated position. A quick glance down ensured that at least she had her clothes on and she forced herself to breathe a bit. Her brow furrowed as she muttered a soft, "And who am I?"

Once more her gaze snapped back to the man who had spoken with what she thought might've been a British accent. He didn't look familiar. Not even a little. Yet she didn't think she was in danger. He felt... safe, somehow. As though she trusted him even without benefit of knowing who he was or how they'd wound up asleep together. She was just opening her mouth to blurt that very thing out, or something similar, when one more thing finally forced its way through her sleep addled mind. Going very still, she dropped her attention back to her own body and slowly raised one, slightly trembling, hand up to examine it.

"And why am I blue?!"

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bardcore
2011-09-25 12:30 am UTC (link)

Oh. Well, that was unfortunate. He had rather hoped this girl would be able to tell him who he was, but it appeared she too was afflicted with some form of memory loss. He had to wonder at the cause, if both of them were affected. If it had simply been one of them a concussion might cause temporary memory loss, but that wouldn't explain the both of them. And he couldn't think of anything wide-spread that would affect people in such a way. Psychological conditions weren't exactly contagious, nor was neurological damage. Huh...it would appear he knew something else about himself. He seemed to be rather clever, at least when it came to the sciences.

The girl's eyes were entirely yellow, or really more of a gold. They rather nicely complemented the rest of her colouring. As odd as it was, he found her rather unique appearance to be entirely charming, somewhat less so when she seemed so out of sorts. "I'm afraid I haven't the faintest idea," he said. "On either count."

He hadn't anticipated how unsettling it would be for her, not being familiar with her own appearance and how unconventional it was. He wanted to help, but he wasn't sure what to say. He was fairly certain he didn't have much experience comforting women when they were upset. "I suppose you're blue because...well...you're meant to be," he said. "A quirk of genetics if you will...and a rather lovely one at that. I must say, if I could choose to be your particular shade of blue, I would."

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whoeveryouwant
2011-09-25 02:23 am UTC (link)

While she wasn't exactly at ease at the moment, there was something... soothing, about the guy's voice. Something that seemed to help relax her and ensure that she really wasn't in any immediate danger. Granted it didn't answer her questions, and his not knowing who he was or who she was really only confused her even more, but the urge to strike out then run away was easily quashed the more she listened to him talk.

That is, until he started talking about her blue coloring. Because while he might find it perfectly fine for her to be a color that she was pretty sure other people weren't, she wasn't sure he was right on that. Yes, she felt oddly comfortable in her own skin. As though some part of her knew that he was right and that was simply how she was meant to be. But the thought of other people seeing her that way did not make her feel safe. In fact, the thought of walking out of the room they were in while her skin was the color of a Smurf was not something she wanted to consider for very long at all. Though she did take a second to consider just how it was that she knew what a Smurf was yet still couldn't give her own name. Because that seemed very, very wrong, somehow.

Still. It felt nice, to have him compliment her appearance. Enough so that she couldn't help but smile at him and relax a little bit more. Not that she liked the idea that this was just some 'quirk of genetics', as he'd put it, but she did appreciate that his intentions were right on the mark even if his wording sucked a little.

"Okay," she finally said as she disentangled herself from him, eventually sitting beside him on the sofa and placing her feet on the floor. Hands resting on her knees, she stared at the ground for a few seconds to compose her thoughts before turning her head to look at him. "So, let's recap. We don't know who we are, where we are, or how we came to be here. But we woke up. Together..." Her tone trailed off as she glanced around, finally tacking on a slow, thoughtful, "... on a sofa instead of the really comfortable looking bed."

A shake of her head and she looked back to the man beside her. "We need to figure out what's going on. I don't think I'm really an expert with this kind of stuff but something tells me that two people suffering amnesia at the same time is not just a coincidence."

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bardcore
2011-09-25 07:39 am UTC (link)

"Well, presumably we know each other," Charles said, once Raven had pointed out the state in which they'd woken up. "Rather well, I would assume. I mean, I rather think I don't just go to sleep on sofas with people I don't know. Nor, I assume, do you." He considered it. "Perhaps whatever has caused this memory loss also resulted in unconsciousness. Which is why we were here and not the bed...not that I think we would have been in bed together necessarily. I mean...I wouldn't assume...I mean...I certainly wouldn't take any liberties...not that there's anything wrong that I wouldn't...you're stunning...I just mean..."

He trailed off, colouring slightly. "Sorry," he said. "Let me try that again. I'm not saying there's any reason we wouldn't share a bed. You're a very attractive woman. Anyone would have to be an idiot not to notice that. I just didn't want you to think I was assuming anything...untoward." He ducked his head. "I just...I'm a bit rubbish at this."

He smiled at her, more than happy to shift his focus to the problem at hand. "No, it's certainly not a coincidence," he said, much more comfortable now that he was discussing science. "I can't really think of any typical cause for amnesia that's contagious. And the likelihood that two individuals would simultaneously sustain injuries that would cause the type of trauma necessary for this level of memory loss...it's highly improbable." He smiled self-deprecatingly. "And I'm apparently not as bad with that as I am with attractive women. Good to know. I'd hate to think I was horrible at everything."

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whoeveryouwant
2011-09-26 02:00 am UTC (link)

Raven wasn't sure if she liked people who babbled needlessly about things that could easily be surmised in a sentence or two. However, when this guy did it, she had to admit that it didn't bother her the way the thought of others doing it did. In fact, she found it almost endearing, in a strange sort of way. Of course the fact that he was calling her stunning and attractive and all sorts of other nice things certainly helped with that, she supposed, but the point was that they did seem to have a rather... different kind of interaction than she imagined she had with other people.

Unfortunately for her, but apparently fortunately for him, the conversation then shifted to a topic where she didn't feel at all at ease. There was something about listening to him go on about the entire situation from a scientific standpoint that just made her want to roll her eyes, huff rather dramatically, flop back on the couch, and demand a subject change. She didn't do it because, well, she was pretty sure she wasn't actually a small child in a young woman's body, but the urge was definitely there. Instead, though, she did her best to listen to him while mentally willing him to find something else he was good at talking about, quick and in a hurry.

Though her tone didn't say as much when she finally replied. That told her that she must be pretty used to not letting on that the subject of potential contagions and how improbable one was to cause amnesia was something that could probably put her to sleep faster than a lullaby. No, her smile stayed in place as she responded with, "I don't think you're bad with attractive women. Just worried about getting slapped. Which I'd consider self-preservation, really. Something tells me I can slap pretty hard."

Tossing him a wink, Raven finally rose to her feet and turned to take in the entire room with a glance. "Okay," she said thoughtfully, trying to decide the best way to handle things from here. "Maybe we should explore a little? See if we can find anything to clue us in?" She sounded unsure, felt unsure, and found herself looking back to him as though to confirm that what she'd suggested wasn't something he found utterly ridiculous. Not that she knew why his opinion of her mattered so much but, well, clearly it did.

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