Sol/Solace

a open rp if you wannaaa c: this is main universe, but baby Eirian, so like early 20s.

Eirian should’ve found somebody with a healing power to be into, was his first thought.

He’d sprained his ankle on a mission, and it wasn’t ideal, he was in one of the main rooms, foot elevated, chewing gum that Jubilee had kindly provided because somebody had gotten onto him for smoking in the house (which frankly annoyed him, tell that to Logan!) while pretending to read a book the professor had given him, he really didn’t care much for it, but it was better than the pity he kept getting.

He appreciated the gesture, he did! But honestly, things like this are his normal, so it just made him more uncomfortable than anything.

Rogue and Gambit would occasionally check up on him, which would make him a bit flushed, but happy, but unfortunately neither of them had healing powers, so they couldn’t exactly do anything.

He was intentionally positioned away from all windows as to not get burned, nor to ruin the T patch on his upper arm.

Being in the shadows was also convenient for when he decided to hide in them to hear whatever drama was being talked about without getting involved when people passed by.

IM SO DEVASTATED IM NOT EVEN JOKING OH MY GODS PLEASE HELP ME.

(Do I have enough followers for an open rp? I don’t really think so, but why not I’m bored and coping bc my iPad broke)

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Eirian had been busy breaking up a random fight between students, using his ‘teacher voice’ and maybe he used the shadows to his advantage, just a little!

Once he finished dealing with the fight-noting mentally he should let the others know to watch out for any other fights, he made his way back over to his stuff-and realized his beloved camera-covered in stickers and charms from various students and team members, was on the ground, screen broken.

Someone had broken his camera, and to say he was devastated was an understatement, but he was also upset because it was a hit and run-no apology or anything, just, glass on the ground.

He picked it up, shifted it gently in his hands before accepting that he’d need to get a new one-which would be a problem-because he didn’t have the money or the transport to get a new one, he’d just spent his money on buying Remy and Anna-Marie new gifts, so he wasn’t exactly going to be able to get one soon.

He shook his head, trying to fight tears-because the students would probably flock over like seagulls (even if they held good intentions) he wasn’t ready to deal with that.