Who: Xavier and Margaux. What: He covers his needing to see her and be near her with healing her wounds and salving her burns. Where: Selwyn manor. When: Monday morning, November 30. Rating: S for SADNESS and E for EMOTIONAL.
Fuck. As quickly as Xavier's eyes had opened, they slammed shut again. The weak light filtering into his study feeling like the noon day sun on a summer day. His head pounded, his throat felt like he had swallowed saw dust and his stomach - well, it was a good thing he hadn't planned on eating anything any time soon. Groaning as he sat up he wondered just what he had drank the previous night that had caused this sort of hangover but as he scrubbed a hand over his face, trying to wipe away the sleep and groggy feeling, he found that he didn't care. In the light of day the stark reality that he was trying to come to terms with was still there and not going away any time soon.
His child was dead and there was no coming back from that.
Sighing heavily he summoned his cane, pushing himself up from the couch that he had passed out on sometime during the night and hobbled over to the other cabinet that sat in the corner of his study. Yanking open a door several vials of various sizes made their way to the shelf in front of him, each one unstoppering itself and he downed them one right after another, the suddenly clearing of his head causing him to shudder but it was necessary. His attentions were needed elsewhere today and he could not heal his injured child if he was hungover and barely functioning.
Banishing the empty vials he set about gathering up the materials he would need, focusing on the task at hand and refusing to acknowledge the feelings that were now swimming just beneath the surface thanks to the sudden clearing of his head. Margaux needed him to do his best, he couldn't fall to pieces if he was going to treat her wounds and heal her to the best of his abilities. Several roll of bandages, potions of various sizes and colours as well as a pitcher of water all found their into a basket, the door closing with a click behind him as he turned and made his way out of the study, the basket bobbing along behind him.
The halls of the manor were eerily quiet. Most days the silence didn't bother him but today it had a foreboding to it and Xavier found himself despising the silence. It made him want to scream or cry or smash the item nearest to him, something, anything to break up the silence but he didn't. Instead he continued to make his way towards the room that Margaux had claimed as hers long ago, pausing outside of the door long enough to knock.